Looking at her watch, time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, it was half past two in the morning, and she carefully opened the door of the house, the air around her was so quiet, this terrible silence had an invisible pressure, making it impossible to breathe. Siyu finally closed the door, and her breath-holding breath was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, she fumbled and turned on the guest light switch, only to see that as soon as the light was on, she saw her mother sitting on the leather sofa in the living room, with her back to her, the cold wind was cold, and Siyu was so frightened that she was dumbfounded, and she had a cold sweat in her hand.

"Are you back?" the mother's voice was extremely cold, and every word was controlled in a steady breath, and there was no rise or fall in tone.

"I thought you weren't coming back, did you go home after supper? You should know it's early in the morning. ”

"Yes, I did go out for a walk, but I suddenly panicked and felt uncomfortable, and went out to breathe fresh air. ”

"A breath of fresh air? Do you mean this home makes you feel uncomfortable, or are you alluding to my existence to make you restless? You're referring to Sang scolding Huai, right?" the mother's face sank, raised her voice, and asked Siyu rhetorically.

"You know I didn't mean that, but what you want to hint at, right?" Cheng Siyu muttered in a low voice.

"What kind of attitude do you have? You dare to rebel against me?" Zhao Yuhan asked in a raised voice.

"Mom, maybe in your eyes, I'm a superfluous existence, so no matter what I do, no matter how much I pay to please you, you will never be satisfied. Siyu raised his eyebrows lightly, closed his lips, shrugged his shoulders slightly, and grabbed the sofa with both hands, for fear that he would fall down because he was unable to let go.

"Hmph, I knew you never made me happy. Mother said with a sneer.

"Your appearance is like collecting debts, you didn't want enough in your previous life, and you want to continue to torture me in this life, I think, that's your purpose, right?" Siyu's mother, this woman named Zhao Yuhan, was peerless in the past, unstoppable, she was arrogant in the past, and there were countless men who chased her, and what she said was always prickly, to the point, and there was no room for hurting, no matter who it was, even if it was to her own daughter, except... The son she loved the most, the person she loved the most, the child who had died.

It's a pity that the years are a ruthless knife, smoothing her water chestnut, cutting off her sharpness, and only carving the marks of the years on her face, but even so, as long as you observe carefully, you can still find that this haggard face once had a beautiful and moving shadow, but the more so, the more sad it becomes. Zhao Yuhan turned off the guest light, limped up the stairs, perennial rheumatism made her suffer from leg disease, every time the wet and windy weather, the stinging pain paralyzed her legs, making her toss and turn, so she nested at home for many years, gradually tempered more and more eccentric, not like to talk, let alone smile, or not a word for a long time, otherwise uncontrollable hysteria, this situation deepened the estrangement between their two mothers and daughters, and it was difficult to communicate.

"I know, you have never had your brother in your heart, and your love has died on the day your brother died of pneumonia, and I know that the person you have always hoped to die is not Jeongwoo, but... Or you'd rather that person be me, then you wouldn't be so grief-stricken and devastation. Cheng Siyu muttered, staring down at the ground, a trace of loneliness appeared on her face.

"Actually, how I wish you could love me more, if you can't love me, then why did you give birth to me in the first place. ”

Siyu returned to the room and closed the door, she turned on the lamp, held the pen in her hand, mixed feelings, she turned on the old-fashioned gramophone that she had worked so hard to find in the antique shop, gently put her favorite vinyl record on the turntable, dropped the stylus, and then her favorite song sounded, she picked up the pen with the melodious melody, carefully smoothed the paper, and wrote the next eternal song on the snow-white paper under the light projected by the lamp:

Last night's stars have fallen,

Disappear into the distant galaxy,

I want to remember and forget,

That love is exchanged for loneliness,

Love is the unchanging star,

Love is an eternal star,

Never fall in the Milky Way,

Always remember that love and that love,

Tonight's stars, tonight's stars are still twinkling.