Since the last quarrel with Cheng Duyun, Zhao Yuhan has not seen him at home for several days, so she began to feel annoyed and regret her impulsiveness, wandering in a state of anxiety and paralysis all day long, and happened to meet Sister-in-law Qiong who went back to her hometown to visit relatives on vacation, and only Zhao Yuhan and Cheng Siyu were left at home, and the atmosphere was extremely cold.

Zhao Yuhan has always stayed in the room without saying a word recently, holding the 100-day commemorative photos taken by his late son in the photo studio in the past, stroking the childish appearance of his son in the photo, tears flowed down his face, he couldn't help but hide his face and sobbed in a low voice, crying so sadly and sadly, muttering to himself from time to time. She thought, son, it would be good if you were still there, mother misses you so much, I really miss you! If you are still here, is it not that my mother's life can be a little better, and there is at least one sustenance and expectation in life, my hard-working son, how can you bear to leave me and go so fast, it's all my mother's fault, it's my mother who didn't take good care of you, my son! I really miss you!

The more Zhao Yuhan thinks about it, the more sad she feels, reluctantly, how many years, she still can't accept the fact that Zhengyu has died, this is undoubtedly a painful blow to her, crushing her will heavily, completely changing her innate personality, inextricably melancholy always surging up the bitter heart and spleen day and night, around her tired brain, nightmares always in the dead of night when she woke up ruthlessly disturbed her dazed will, startled at the moment she suddenly sat up, sweating profusely, tears, the doctor told her son that the death of the heart-wrenching scene came into mind again and again like a video recorder, she hid her face and cried, cryingand bury your head in your arm resting on the table.

Siyu was alarmed by her mother's crying voice, went down the stairs and approached the door of her mother's room, stood by the door to peek at the situation in the room, looked at the back of her mother lying on the table and crying bitterly. But she only dared to stand outside the door, and did not enter.

Seeing Zhao Yuhan crying on his back, he picked up a few tissues to wipe away his tears, and then walked towards the door, Cheng Siyu subconsciously hid behind the pillar, and saw Zhao Yuhan grabbing the handrail and walking down the stairs, wanting to hold her hands behind her back to help her go downstairs, but her feet seemed to be glued to the floor and couldn't move, and she never took a step. She was really afraid, she was afraid that appearing in front of her mother at this time would only ignite her buried anger, whenever she missed her brother, she was unconsciously angry with her, looking at her eyes like looking at the enemy, Zhao Yuhan always thought that it was Cheng Siyu who killed her son, she was sent by God to torture herself, and she continued to destroy herself instead of her father, destroying the brilliant life that should have belonged to her.

Cheng Siyu looked at her mother's messy dressing table, couldn't bear to pick up the trash can and carefully and seriously help her clean up the paper towels and expired newspapers on the table, and used a broom to clean the paper towels and hair scattered in the surrounding corners, the collapse of the emotions in the past few days made Zhao Yuhan always hysterical in the room, crying in bed, resulting in a chaotic environment in the room, like a messy nest, she didn't want her stepfather to go home because of the deep disgust at seeing the picture in front of her, Zhao Yuhan can't lose this marriage, can't lose the pillar of life.

Cheng Siyu still cares about this mother from the bottom of her heart, although she has already regarded her mother's bitterness and scolding as a common occurrence, and she feels like water and discouraged several times, but she sympathizes with her mother from the bottom of her heart, she can't let go of her mother, there are parents all over the world, even if Zhao Yuhan is so unbearable and disgusted with God, she is still the mother who gave birth to her and raised her, the family affection is continuous, the blood relationship cannot be changed, her mother can be ruthless to her and even punch and kick, but she can't abandon her, if Zhao Yuhan doesn't even have her anymore, I'm afraid that she will really collapse, she understands her mother, understands the fragility under her hedgehog shell。

Zhao Yuhan lay on a folding chair in the center of the back garden, looked up at everything in the distance, looked up at the boundless blue sky inlaid at the top, took a deep breath and circled the fragrant fragrance mixed with the surroundings, and looked at the trace of crimson and bright clouds dotted in the sky gradually dissipated in the sky, the hazy and gorgeous yellow at dusk covered the entire clear sky, the sunset naughtily refracted on the sky through the sun, and suddenly the blue sky was sprinkled with dazzling golden light, transformed into a piece of gold, squinting and grinning at Zhao Yuhan, so beautiful。

Zhao Yuhan walked back to the room slowly, walked into the room and found that the old newspapers that were originally placed on the table were all gone, the items on the table were placed in an orderly manner, and the room was obviously passive, which made her furious, and called Cheng Siyu's name loudly: "Cheng Siyu!"