Very QQ event

Author: Wu Meizhen
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Publish Date: 2006-05-01
Features: "Your Letter!"
Mom tossed a letter onto my desk and started teasing me, "Do you have such a crazy daughter? Making friends with strangers, be careful you end up with thieves or thugs!" I smiled and opened the letter, trying to reassure her, "No way. Thieves and thugs don’t have time to write letters—they’re all busy people now, using high-efficiency E-mail." Mom laughed and rolled her eyes at me, "Who’s busier than you? You have so much homework every day, plus writing tons of letters and answering endless phone calls. I guess you don’t need to sleep at all!" I stood up and compared my height with Mom. She scolded mely, "What are you doing? Do you hate me being short? Listen, even if I am short, I’m still your mom!" She said this with such a smug look on her face. I didn’t understand why she was so proud. I sat back down, threw a potato chip into my mouth, and crunched loudly while asking Mom, "Mom, did you not get enough nutrition when you were growing up? Like, potato chips like this." I waved the bag of chips in front of her.
"Hmph, I was just like you back then—going crazy, making tons of friends, and even a few pen pals. I stayed up all night writing letters and didn’t get enough sleep, which is why I didn’t grow taller. So, you’d better take my advice!" Mom actually treated me like a child. I kept eating the chips and held out my right hand to Mom.
"What do you want?" Mom asked.
"Water." I looked at her innocently.
"Get lost, can’t you get it yourself?" Mom slapped my head and went into the kitchen to cook. I walked into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of water, and complained to Mom, "Why did you hit me there? Why my head? Fine, you just killed a hundred brain cells."
"Hey, where did the ‘again’ come from? I only hit you once!" Mom was busy cooking but refused to let me off the hook.
"Back when I was doing math problems, I lost a thousand brain cells! Adding this one doesn’t make it ‘again’?" I shot back. Then I took a sip of water and burned my tongue.
Mom said, "Alright then, go outside and get some fresh air to revive those brain cells. By the way, we’re out of salt and ketchup. Go buy some."
"Kao! Why didn’t you take it when you came home from work earlier!" I exclaimed. Mom stopped cooking and turned around, glaring at me angrily. I knew what I’d done wrong and quickly apologized, "Mom, I’m sorry. I get so used to saying this phrase—it’s hard to break the habit. I’ll go right now, right away!"
Actually, Mom is a very forgiving person, and people like her are really rare these days. The only thing she can’t stand is my habit of saying "Kao!" In fact, everyone at school says it too—they learned it from Stephen Chow. I took my bike keys out of my backpack and went downstairs to get the bike. This was a newly built residential area with very few residents, and there were no shops nearby. Buying salt meant riding my bike all the way to the end of the road—it was a huge hassle, which is why I’d