There is always that one person who, whenever he thinks of it, the corners of his mouth will rise unconsciously. It is always said on the Internet that the person who smiles when he sees you must love you deeply, although he is more inclined to love. For me, the person who made me smile was none other than my mother.

Over the years, the only thing I have persisted in doing is to have a phone call or video call with my mother every week. When I was in college, I used to make phone calls, but after work, I switched to video calls. One of them was the home network. It was installed that year. Second, when I was in college, I would go home at least once a month. After working, I only went back twice a year. The further away from home, the fewer times I went home. The video could at least let her see that I was healthy and able. Ease the powerlessness caused by distance. Every time I make a video, I will tell my mother what interesting things happened this week, and sometimes I will complain about things at work. My mother would also tell me the gossip about the village. Although we are thousands of miles apart, we feel like we have always been living together. We both know each other’s recent work and life. Even if we are not involved, we still have a strong sense of involvement.

? I don’t know about others, but I started leaving home in college. Although I have been boarding since junior high school, I can go home every weekend. There are open days in the middle of the week, and parents can go to school to deliver meals. There is a holiday once a month and there are open days every week. I remember that the open day of high school is every Saturday. Every day on this day, I am very distracted in the morning class. My mind is full of what will my mother bring me for lunch? Today’s soup should be kelp and pork ribs soup, and the stir-fried green peppers Stir-fried meat and dried cowpeas. At noon, I looked at them and found that they were all good. At that time, I really thought that my mother must have magic. I could guess what I would eat for lunch every time. Saturdays at that time were really lively. Every corner of the school was filled with students and parents. Some were sitting on the floor, while others were squatting there. The students all devoured their food, feeling as if they had been hungry for a week and were waiting for this day to have a big meal to resist the hunger of the next week. My meal was in a state of chaos. I wanted to pour a bowl of rice into my mouth. My mother kept saying, "Slow down, no one is going to fight with you!" It's simply a blasphemy against food. My mother was busy beside me. She would add vegetables to me, feed some soup into my mouth, and watch me grab my bowl when I was almost done eating. She might burst it. After all, I didn’t eat until I vomited. . After many battles, she discovered that my fighting ability in protecting food was simply overwhelming. Later, she cut me off directly from the source. Every time I delivered a ration of food, she would use a small bowl at home to fill a bowl. I was very unhappy at first. I couldn't eat until I was full, and I felt very depressed. Later I found out that from then on I never stayed awake until noon on Saturdays.

After I got to college, I was a little far away from home. I couldn’t go home all the time, and it was impossible for my mother to come to school to see me. At that time, I started calling me every week. Almost every month, I always call my mother and say, "I can't eat anymore." Every time at this time, my mother would say: "You want to eat the food I cooked, so come back." At that time, there was no direct bus from school to home, so I had to transfer to Wuhan. It took almost a day to drive around. Although it was quite hard, I still ran home whenever I had the chance. I was used to eating my mother's food, but I couldn't get used to eating outside.

As time goes by, it has been a few years since graduation, and the work place is further away from home. The longer I stay outside, it seems that I am no longer as selective about my meals as before. Even if I am not used to anything, I can eat it even when I am hungry. After all, those who know the current affairs are heroes. Life is the most important thing. I have been told by my friends several times that I am a food machine without emotions.

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