When my mother was fifty, she fell in love with a 23-year-old talent show idol. She buys peripherals and albums, and Chaohua checks in at midnight every day. When my brother found out, he sneered: "I don't care how old you are, you don't know how to be ashamed!" My dad also scolded me with disdain: "You eat what I do and you drink what I do, but you even give me a man to support outside!" They burned all the precious peripherals my mother had collected, and even called the idol company to ask them to refund the money. My mother calmly watched the two fathers and sons go crazy, and in the end she only said three words, "Get a divorce" and turned around and left the house. Half a year later, the two of them were crying and begging my mother to come back. But my mother is already sitting in the first row C seat at her idol's concert. She looks so beautiful that she looks twenty years younger.
