在这之前,我一直以为我是妈妈抱来的孩子。小时候,奶奶经常拿出来说笑的话题,我都会思量许久。我会问妈妈:我是你生的吧?不是抱来的?妈妈只是笑,笑而不答,也没有答案。我心中的谜团像发酵的面包,鼓鼓的。我拿了妈妈给的五毛钱买了许多糖,当我甜滋滋地回家时, Before this, I always thought I was the child that my mother was holding. When I was young, my grandmother often talked about laughing and I would think for a long time. I will ask my mother: I am you born, right? Not hold it? Mom just laughs, laughs without answer, and no answer. The mystery in my heart is like fermented bread, bulging. I took my mother’s five cents to buy a lot of sugar. When I came home sweetly,