"My name is Sun Xiaoqiang, I am sixteen years old. My father died in a car accident when I was ten years old, so I have been living with my mother over the years.

My mother loves me very much, loves me very much, and I don’t feel any difference from other children because I lose my father too early, because my mother’s loving eyes are always on me, and no matter where I go, I can feel the warmth my mother gives me. I think this is enough.

She likes to look at me, likes to watch me grow up day by day, and watch me mature day by day, I know that in her eyes, I am the continuation of my father's life and the hope of her persistence in living. It is also a wonderful thing for us, mother and son to support each other in life, right?

I am in my first year of high school now, and my school is not far from home. After school, I only need to walk for more than ten minutes to reach my community. Whenever I walk in from the gate of the community, as long as I look up and look at my mother in the direction of home, I can always see me standing by the kitchen balcony looking at my mother.

She was waiting for me to come home, she was looking forward to me to come back.

I know she must have prepared a hearty dinner for me.

When I got home, I washed my hands and sat at the table to prepare for dinner. My mother would serve me the rice, and then she would sit at the table and not eat it herself, just look at me. She said she liked to watch her son eat the food she cooked, which made her feel fulfilled and made her life very meaningful.

By the way, Dr. Xu, I forgot to tell you that my mother did not go out to work after her father passed away due to physical reasons, but the family was not worried about livelihood issues because of her father's compensation.

After dinner, I started doing my homework. My mother likes to sit by the bed in my bedroom, knitting a sweater while watching me do my homework. I am used to the feeling of my mother sitting next to me and accompanying me, which makes me feel safe.

Especially the mother's eyes are always so gentle.

But recently, I suddenly felt a little unbearable to my mother's gaze.

When I go home, she will still stand on the kitchen windowsill and watch me come back. When I eat, she will still sit quietly at the dining table and watch me eat. When I do my homework, she will still sit on my bed, knitting sweater and watching me do my homework.

However, one day I suddenly realized that when I finished my homework and went to the bathroom, I inadvertently raised my head and saw that my mother's eyes appeared at the edge of the door crack in the bathroom that was not completely closed.

She actually stood outside the bathroom and stared at me using the bathroom.

I've grown up, not like a child who was able to accept my mother bathing me when I was a child, but I didn't know anything about it. So I was surprised at that time, and then I shouted 'Mom!'

Then the eyes behind the crack in the door disappeared. I knew it was my mother who left. When I walked out of the bathroom after I was convenient, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa watching TV.

I asked my mother why she was standing at the bathroom door just now.

My mother said she didn't, and she kept sitting there watching TV.

I knew she was lying because there were only two people at home, and I saw the floral skirt my mother was wearing today through the crack of the door. She must have stood behind the toilet door and looked at me, but she didn't admit that I couldn't help. Although I felt a little uncomfortable, I forgot about this.

Later, when I was sleeping at night, by the way, I would like to explain my situation here. My house has two houses, two bedrooms and one living room, and my mother and I each live in one room.

I woke up from thirst when I was sleeping that night. I sat up and planned to find water to drink. I usually like to put a bottle of mineral water next to the head of the bed, which is a habit I have developed over the past few years.

But when I sat up, I found that the door of my bedroom was half open. Dr. Xu, my family lives on the edge of the community, so I leaned against the road, and the street lights on the road could be reflected, and my curtains were not thick, so even if I didn't turn on the lights, the visibility in my bedroom was very high.

I saw a pair of eyes behind the crack in the door. It was my mother, it must be my mother. She stood behind the crack in the door. When I was sleeping, she stood behind the crack in the door in my bedroom. She kept looking at me, staring at me, and staring at me. I was so scared that I screamed.

Then, the eyes disappeared behind the crack in the door, she left, and then I heard the sound of the door switch of my mother's room, and she went back to the bedroom.

I sat on the bed for about a quarter of an hour before I completely calmed down. Dr. Xu, it must be hard to imagine how I felt at that time. I didn’t go and directly looked for my mother. I could only continue to sit on the bed. Fortunately, it was dawn soon, so I got up and washed up to go to school.

When I washed up, my mother also got up. She was putting me noodles in the kitchen as breakfast. I sat down at the dining table. After my mother brought the noodles, I ate without saying a word. My mother still sat at the dining table and looked at me.

I didn't ask my mother why she had to stand by the crack in the door to look at me when she didn't sleep at night. I was afraid of hurting her heart. What if she just woke up at night and wanted to come over to see if I had kicked the quilt?

However, when I went to the bathroom again that night, I locked the bathroom door directly from the inside, and when I went to bed at night, I also locked the bedroom door in advance.

I hope my mother knows my attitude, I know she cares about me very much, but I also need a little private space, but I don’t want to hurt my mother’s love for me. It’s not easy for her, it’s really not easy.

I think we should understand each other.

In fact, the next few days were much quieter. In the first two days, I seemed to hear the sound of someone opening my door lock at night, but I locked the door and she couldn't get in.

I believe that my mother should know what I think. She will forgive me and understand me. Her son needs independent space when he grows up.

In this way, the past half month has been very peaceful. I still enjoyed it every day when I walked into the community after school and watched me come back. I also enjoyed it while my mother was watching me eat while I was having dinner. I didn't mind her sitting beside me knitting sweaters while I was doing my homework.

The days have returned to peace, at least, I felt that way at that time.

only,

That night, I still got up to drink water, and the door was locked. I kept sticking to this habit. However, when I was drinking water, I suddenly saw a black spot on the wall opposite my bed from the corner of my eyes.

I thought it was a bug lying on the wall, so I picked up a tissue to get rid of the bug, but when I approached, I found that it was not a bug, but a hole in the wall!

My bedroom and my mother's bedroom share a wall. Behind that hole is my mother's bedroom. Before I could think too much, I lowered my head and looked at the hole.

Then,

Although the light was not very good at that time,

But I saw an eyeball, just on the other side of the hole!

I was so scared that I collapsed on the ground. Soon, the eyes there disappeared. I heard the sound of slippers in my mother's bedroom. My mother probably had left the wall.

I was angry. I opened the bedroom door like crazy and rushed out, then opened the door of my mother's bedroom. I asked my mother why she wanted to do this and why she still had to dig holes!

My mother looked at me blankly and said she didn't know what it meant. She also told me that the hole had existed a long time ago, and it was a problem left over when decorating the house.

My mother and I had a long argument, and I was sure I read it right, but my mother just refused to admit it. Okay, what else can I do? I can only go back to my bedroom.

The next day when I came back from school, I first blocked the hole with something and then sealed it with black tape, but I still felt it was not safe, so I blocked it with the backrest chair, so that even if the wooden tool poked the tape, I couldn't see me anymore.

Then, at night, I continued to wait.

The chair didn't move, I felt at ease, and I fell asleep with peace of mind.

I originally thought it would be the same the next day, but when I was about to go to bed the next night, I suddenly found a new hole in the wall.

I got angry and had a fight with my mother again. My mother insisted that she didn't know what was going on, and she didn't admit it!

I had no choice but to block the second hole, and then

Day 3,

Day 4,

Day 5,

Day 6,

Every day, I block a hole, and my mother would dig another hole in the wall the next day. I knew my mother would come to see me every day, but she would really drive me crazy.

Dr. Xu, can you think about the scene of dozens of holes on the wall of my bedroom?

Finally, one day, I couldn't stand it anymore, so I took the pepper noodles from the kitchen to the bedroom. When a new hole appeared in the evening, I walked over and lowered my head first. Seeing my mother's gaze over there, I spilled the peppers against the hole without hesitation.

Then I panicked. I felt that I was too bad and ignorant. My mother was so tired for me, but I was so willful. Didn’t my mother just want to see me? Why did I hurt her?

I didn't even dare to go to the next bedroom to face my mother immediately, so I sat back on the bed tremblingly.

The next day when I was having breakfast, I saw my mother's left eye was red and swollen, which was caused by the pepper noodles. I said sorry to my mother, but I asked her not to do that. My mother said that I was talking nonsense, and her eyes were a little inflamed and she just went to prep some medicine at night.

In this way, my daily sleep began to become less and less, my spirit began to become weaker and weaker, and I was in a daze during class, feeling like a walking zombie.

Until,

That night,

I've completely exploded,

All fear, grievance, anger, confusion, were ignited at that moment,

I held my pen,

Walking towards the walls full of dense holes,

Toward the new hole,

Punched it in with a pen,

Blood,

I saw blood coming out of the small hole,

My blood,

There is also blood on the ground,

The walls are also blood.

Blood everywhere,
Chapter completed!