As a transfer student, I need to quickly get along well with my classmates.

When I left home, I met the neighbor auntie from the opposite door.

She warmly greeted me, "You must be Xiaomei? Your parents often mention you to me."

"Hello, Auntie," I politely smiled in response.

The neighbor glanced towards my house and asked mysteriously, "Are your parents not at home?"

I nodded, "They went to work."

"Oh, Xiaomei, Auntie wants to chat with you for a bit."

The neighbor approached me and lowered her voice:

"Last week, your parents went swimming and didn't come back until midnight. I was coming home from the night shift and happened to ride the elevator with them. They were all wet and pale, looking scary, and they didn't speak to me either."

"And this past week, your parents have been acting strange. Every time I come home from the night shift, I bump into them. They're all wet, but who in their right mind goes swimming in the middle of the night?"

I felt embarrassed and awkwardly smiled, "It's just a hobby, like some people enjoy night fishing. Auntie, you don't need to worry about it."

The neighbor clicked her tongue twice, "Anyway, be careful and don't provoke them."

She sighed, wanting to say more but stopped.

I stopped asking further.

After all these years, I've had very little contact with my parents.

I don't really know what kind of people they are.

I took a walk around the new school.

I bought a cup of milk tea at a beverage shop near the school and walked back home.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw my mother sitting on the sofa, with lifeless eyes staring at me.

"Where did you go? Not studying at home?"

"I went to see the area near the school."

"What did you bring?" My mother stared directly at the milk tea cup.

I took a sip and said, "It's milk tea, the taste is quite good."

Mother walked towards me with an imposing manner.

"Mom?" I looked at her with confusion.

Suddenly, my mother snatched the milk tea and threw it into the trash can.

"Who allowed you to eat junk food? This thing causes cancer! Drinking too much of it will lead to an early death!"

I looked at my mother in shock.

Her pitch-black pupils had no focus, and her pale face reflected light.

"Mom, I only drink it occasionally..."

Smack!

My mother slapped me across the face.

"You dare to talk back! I work hard every day to earn money, tired like a dog, all for the sake of raising you!"

My head tilted to the side, and half of my face stung.

The words of rebellion got stuck in my throat. I felt so wronged, so I quickly walked back to my room.

As I closed the door, I saw my mother's head turn ninety degrees, glaring at me fiercely.

That terrifying gaze was nothing like how a mother treats her child.

A shiver ran down my spine.

I remembered the warning from the neighbor auntie.

Could it be that my parents have really changed?