放飞的星光,理解了夜的深沉。上午最后一节课刚开始,有人从外头喊:“培德·莱默斯,你妈妈来看你来了!”妈妈来了!培德全身的血往上涌,耳根都红了。他磕磕绊绊地走出教室。“培德,儿子!”妈妈长了茧子的手握住培德的手,培德闻到了她那只有过节才穿的衣服上的樟脑丸味儿。他的心在感动和压抑之间犹豫。为什么她偏要在上 Flying stars understand the deepness of the night. At the beginning of the last lesson in the morning, someone shouted from the outside: “Ped Lemmers, your mother came to see you!” Mom came! Peide’s blood rushed up and his ears were all red. He stumbled out of the classroom. “Pedder, son!” “Mother’s hand holding Peed’s hand was holding Pede’s hand. Peide smelled the smell of camphor balls on her clothes that were worn only for the holidays.” His heart hesitated between moving and repressing. Why did she prefer to