the anxiety and sadness of the bleak eyes

"It seems to me still too early. Others have nothing to drink, I feel sick ..."
As if from far far away, came the soft voice of his mother.
"If you drank the wine, it can feed the mother?"
His eyes closed tight, said:
"We all drink ..."
Mother Kuiranzhangtan. He was right. She also understands that, in addition to the hotel, the people no other place to play.However, she still said:
"But you do not drink! Drink your share of the child, for you had your father drank he asked me to be suffering enough ... you also have pity on your mother, OK?"
Listen to this sad and gentle words, Ba Weier like his father was alive, the family as this man did not like her, she was always silent, all day long to put the heart hanging lamps, do not know when the wrong child to to be beaten. Ba Weier and did not want to meet his father, recently a few times at home, the mother and also alienated some, now, he gradually wake up, and makes looking at her.
She was tall, slightly hunched, long-term labor, and beaten by her husband was tortured by a broken body, to act without sound, always walk a little sideways, like a remote control is always worried about bumping something. The wide, oval-shaped, lined with wrinkles and a little swollen face, a pair of women workers in areas shared by most of the anxiety and sadness of the bleak eyes. Above the right eyebrow has a deep scar, so the eyebrows a little bit to hang, look at the past if the right ear than the left ear slightly higher, which added to her face, a careful listen attentively movement of air. In the thick black hair which has been shining out of a lock of a lock of white hair. She revealed the whole people are sad and supple.