Hạ Âu dường như không khóc. Tổng cộ

Hạ Âu dường như không khóc. Tổng cộng tôi có ba lần nhìn thấy nước mắt của Hạ Âu. Đây là lần đầu tiên, lần thứ hai là khi mẹ cô qua đời, lần thứ ba là kết thúc của câu chuyện này.
Nước mắt của Hạ Âu, chảy dài theo gò má trắng trong veo của cô, mỗi giọt lăn nhanh như đang bay. Tôi đã quên tôi định mắng, đứng lặng không biết phải làm gì.
Đúng lúc tôi đang bó tay, may mẹ cô xuất hiện, vừa thấy con gái khóc liền vội hỏi lý do.
- Mẹ, Bân bắt nạt con!
Vốn tôi cũng muốn biết vì sao cô khóc, cũng đang chờ câu trả lời, ai ngờ nghe cô chỉ vào tôi, ánh mắt mẹ cô cũng hướng về tôi theo ngón tay nhỏ bé xinh xẻo kia.
Lúc đó thật lòng ngượng quá, thầm trách Hạ Âu tính đồng bóng. Tôi đứng thộn ra không biết làm sao.
- Hả, Bân bắt nạt con à?
- Vâng, người ta gọt táo xong rồi lại bảo không ăn, đòi ăn lê! Nhưng mà người ta đã gọt táo xong mất rồi !
Tôi cuống, thật tôi có thấy cô nàng đưa táo cho tôi bao giờ đâu.
- Dào ôi, Baby đừng có bướng nữa! Mẹ cứ tưởng chuyện gì to tát lắm, con bé này! - Mẹ cô trút hơi thở nhẹ nhõm. Quay sang tôi, bà cười - Hà hà, Bân này, cháu đúng là đã chiều chuộng đến làm hư con bé Hạ Âu nhà chúng tôi rồi, trước nó có biết nũng nịu đâu. Ha ha, tốt với nó là đúng, nhưng có lúc đừng chiều quá. Cháu xem, nó đang nhiễu sự kìa!
- Mẹ ! - Hạ Âu nhấm nhứ, giọng đầy xấu hổ.
Tôi giờ đã hoàn hồn, nói tiếp lời:
- Dạ vâng, hồi mới đầu cháu thấy cô ấy bé bỏng, ngoan ngoãn, cháu nuông vài tháng, mà giờ sắp cưỡi lên tận cổ cháu rồi đấy. Bác cứ yên tâm, sau này cháu sẽ tốt với Hạ Âu, nếu em ấy không thay đổi, cháu sẽ chiều theo em, cho em bướng cả đời. Đến khi già, vẫn còn nũng nịu với cháu.
Nói xong tôi nghĩ, mình diễn kịch chẳng tệ. Tôi nhìn Hạ Âu, nước mắt cô ấy còn chưa khô trên má, xem ra không ngờ tôi nói thế, cô ấy có vẻ kinh ngạc. Nhưng chỉ một giây thoáng qua, cô ấy trở nên cảm động vô chừng.
Mẹ cô tin, nói vài câu rồi lại chui vào bếp.
Tôi nhìn Hạ Âu, cô nhìn tôi cười, đúng là tôi càng lúc càng không hiểu nổi.
Hạ Âu nhắc khẽ tôi đi giúp mẹ cô làm cơm. Tôi nói được rồi, tôi vào bếp. Lúc tôi đứng dậy Hạ Âu nói thật khẽ và thật trân trọng:
- Cảm ơn anh!
Cô ấy nói, giọng nhẹ và mềm, âm sắc chân thành.
Tôi vào bếp. Nói thật tôi cũng không phải là biết nấu ăn lắm, nhưng trước đây về nhà tôi toàn sán vào cạnh mẹ, thường xuyên giúp mẹ nhặt rau vo gạo lặt vặt. Cho nên công việc trong nhà bếp với tôi quá quen thuộc. Tất nhiên, đó là chuyện hồi mẹ tôi chưa qua đời.
- Bác để cháu giúp! Có cái gì cần cháu làm không ạ?
- Ối, cần cháu làm cái gì á, chỉ cần chờ làm xong, cháu ăn nhiều hơn vài bát là quá tốt rồi! - Sao câu nói này hệt như của mẹ tôi. Tôi nhớ ngay đến mẹ, đã suýt bật một tiếng thưa mẹ.
Tôi bắt đầu làm một món lặt vặt gì đó, cố để không bị tay quàng chân vướng, trong lúc đó nghe bà kể đi kể lại- Hạ Âu là cô gái ngoan... Nó ngoan từ tấm bé v.v... Tôi không nói, chỉ đôi khi thành thực vâng.

Kết quả (Anh) 1:

Lower Europe seems not to cry. A total of three times, I have seen your tears Down. This is the first time, the second time was when her mother died, the third is the ending of this story.Tears of lower Europe, long flowing white cheek as in veo, every drop of rolling as fast as flying. I had forgotten I yelled at, stood silent not knowing what to do.I guess, good parents appear, just saw your daughter cry sailings rush asked the reason.-Full moon, Mother bullying me!Which I also want to know why she cried, also waiting for answers, who suspected she was only listening to me, her eyes towards me by pretty little finger mutilated there.At that truly embarrassing too, silently blame Lower Europe football identity. I stand thộn does not know how.-Huh, Initial bullying you?-Yes, it was done with the Apple Peel won't eat, eat pears! But that one has to peel the apples done gone!I stalk, it's I have seen her take apples for me ever.-Oh, Oh Baby don't have kids! My mom thought something bigger, this girl! -Her mother took the breath of relief. Turned to me, she smiled-HA HA HA, this is true, I have been a full moon spoil to damage her Down our House and then, before the Bloc it knew where the nịu nũng. Ha ha, good with it is correct, but do not have at the PM too. You see, it is really annoying!-Mom! -Lower the rodents are freely available, full voice European shame.I now have the spirit, say next word:Yes, at first I saw her little, docile, you're looking to months, which now are about riding up the neck you. Your doctor relax, later I will well with Lower Europe, if I don't change, I will direct you, for you kids are a lifetime. When old, still nũng nịu with you.Say I think his acting, not bad. I looked Down, her tears did not yet dry on the cheeks, not doubt I say, she looks amazing. But a second glance, she becomes emotionally disabled.Her mother, a few words and then go to the kitchen.I looked Down, she looked at me smiling, I increasingly do not understand it.Lower Europe prompted my I go help her mother do the rice. I said okay, I can cook. I stood up and quietly say European Down respectfully:-Thank you!She said, her voice light and soft, heartfelt timbre.I am in the kitchen. Honestly I also not know cooking, but before I go home, all furniture in the next mother, often helps her mother picked up the odd vegetable wash the rice. For work in the kitchen with me too familiar. Of course, that is what the Muslim parents have not yet died.-Let me help! There's something I need to do?-Oh, I need to do something, just wait for the done, I eat more than a few bowls too good! -Why this statement exactly like my mom's. I remember right to parents, has almost turned a mother.I started doing a fancy dish, try to not be scarves hand legs entangled, meanwhile told her listeners-Down Europe's good girl ... It's a good boy from baby sheets etc. I'm not saying, just sometimes the food well.

Kết quả (Anh) 2:

House of Europe seems not to cry. A total of three times I have seen the tears of the House of Europe. This is the first time, the second time was when her mother died, the third time is the end of this story.
Tears of the House of Europe, which flows along the cheek of her pure white, each roll drops rapidly as is seven. I forgot to scold me, stood there not knowing what to do.
Just as I was helpless, sewing her mother appeared, saw the daughter kept crying quickly asked why.
- Mom, you bully me!
Capital I want to know why she was crying, and is awaiting an answer, one expected to hear she pointed at me, her eyes toward her mother I follow pretty little finger other luck.
Then frankly embarrassed, whispered responsible Ha Europe mercurial temper. I stand hamlet not know how.
- Yeah, you bully your kid?
- Well, we finished peeling apples told not to eat, eat pears doubtful! But that one was finished peeling apples gone!
I stalk, so I can see an apple she ever where.
- Digging oh, do not be stubborn anymore Baby! Mom would think great catch, this girl! - Her mother breathed relief. Turning to me, she laughs - ha ha, you this, it is true that she had spoiled her to ruin our house and the House of Europe, before it can know where to coddle. Ha ha, good with it is correct, but not way too sometimes. You see, it was the noise of there!
- Mother! - House of Europe to lure, his voice filled with shame.
I now have complete soul, to say the words:
- Yes, the first time she saw her new baby, obediently, I spoiled several months, which is about riding time to take stock grandchildren and know. Uncle to rest assured, I'll better future with European House, if he does not change, I'll indulge me, let me stubborn lifetime. Until old, still coddle with me.
Saying I think, her acting is not bad. I looked Lower Western, her tears still wet on his cheeks, watching the unexpected I say so, she looks amazing. But a second glance, she became very emotional about.
Her mother believed, says a few words and then again into the kitchen.
I looked at the House of Europe, she looked at me laughing, it is true that I increasingly do not understand.
Ha Europe reminded me softly go help her mother cook. I said okay, I went into the kitchen. When I got up the House of European honestly and truly cherish whispered:
- Thank you!
She said, her voice light and soft, sincere timbre.
I went into the kitchen. Honestly I do not know how to cook it, but my former home on the edge the whole worms mother, often helped her mother wash the rice petty pick vegetables. So work in the kitchen with me too familiar. Of course, that's what my mother had died in.
- Physicians for her help! Have something to me do not you?
- Oh, need you to do something á, just wait finished, I eat more than a few bowl is good enough! - Why this statement exactly like my mother. I remember even to mother, had almost turned a little-known mother.
I started doing something odd dishes, try to not be hand wrapped legs entangled, while there heard her tell it back- House of Europe is good girl ... It's good from a child etc .. I do not speak, only occasionally sincere yes.