COLD RAIN

CHAPTER 41

That day, Pon got up earlier than before.

When he went downstairs, he saw Benz already sitting at the dining table. There were the sounds of pots and pans colliding in the kitchen, Sammy was cooking.

Benz made an "ok" gesture, indicating that their mother was in a good state now, so he might as well give it a try.

Pon slowly moved to the kitchen door, then turned around and sat down at the dining table, lowered his head and buried his face in his arms.

Benz dragged a chair to his side, leaned over and whispered, "Don't be afraid, you have to say it anyway. Didn't you say that you need to pass this hurdle in your heart?"

Pon shook his head sullenly.

"That's it, it's better to just do it." Benz was actually nervous, took a few deep breaths, and then persuaded, "She is a mother, how can she not tell? The more you pretend not to know, the more unbearable you feel."

Pon didn't want his mother to feel unbearable; no matter how panicked he was. He gritted his teeth and went into the kitchen. He plucked up his courage to speak but was robbed of the opportunity by Sammy
.
"What are you doing here?" Sammy dropped little lumps of dough into the boiling pot and said smiling, "Go out and wait, you can eat in a while."

Pon didn't leave, rubbing the seams of his pants with both hands, as if a child who had made a mistake: "Mom, I..."

He was unable to finish speaking. Sammy put down the plate in her hand and pushed him out, "Go, go, it's very hot here, go out and blow the fan."

Pon moved two steps and refused to leave. Courage was not easy to come by and if he didn't say it, he didn't know how long it would be delayed.

He turned his head and said, "Mom, I have something to tell you."

Sammy was a little anxious, "Is there anything we can't talk about after dinner? Go back and sit down."

Benz stood up and helped, "Mom, just listen to him."

"Tsk, haven't the clothes in the yard dried yet?"

Sammy couldn't
overcome the siblings. She wiped her hands on her apron casually and then moved to go out.

"I'll go and pick up the clothes first."

"I'm going to pick them up, I'm going to, Mom, have a good chat with my brother." Benz hurried out after saying that.

Her job was robbed.

Sammy intended to go back to her room, "The things I brought back from the factory yesterday haven't been sorted out yet, I'll..."

"Mom!"

With this loud shout, Sammy paused and forgot what she was saying for a while.

Pon stepped forward and took her arm, "Mom... you knew it a long time ago, right?"

After he spoke out, a wave of ease swept over him, overriding the anxiety in his heart.

Even the worst result was also within the range he could bear, so what couldn't be said?

The boiling water in the pot was no longer heated by the stove and gradually turned from bubbling to calm.

Time went very slowly, enough to dig out many things that were intentionally or unintentionally ignored in the past.

From the depths of thein memory, they were spread them out in them open to re-examine.

Pom remembered that Sammy had looked at him more than once, and when he noticed it, she would smile and say that he had grown up, seeming to be in a daze.