Sitting in front of the window, Gong Qingchen held his chin and looked at the lush trees growing outside, with a faint sadness on his face.

In the past few days, Ji Yunyang went to work after eating the breakfast she made. It's just that I don't know why, since that day, the atmosphere between the two people has been a little delicate.

Moreover, in the past few days, Ji Yunyang didn't come back until midnight at night, and many times he had dinner outside. Even after he came back, he didn't have to have sex with him every time, as he did at the beginning, but went straight back to his room. Nothing was said between the two men except for the most basic conversation.

What the hell is wrong with him? Tired of it?

The sorrow and sorrow between his eyebrows became more and more intense, and Gong Qingchen couldn't be sure of what Ji Yunyang was thinking now. For the relationship between the two people, of course, she has no bottom in her heart. However, under a certain amount of stimulation, people will have a feeling of wanting to fight. It's the idea of wanting to make amends, and the urge to feel his warmth again.

For Ji Yunyang, although she was full of unwillingness and reluctance to leave back then, she betrayed him after all. She was also the one who cut off all the emotions between the two with her own hands. Although she returned to him, she was the one who hid some secrets. Moreover, it can be seen from all kinds of signs that the current dark changes in Ji Yunyang's personality are inseparable from her.

Gong Qingchen has always been a smart woman. is not only outstanding in writing, but also often communicates with Ji Yunyang, and even looks at things through the phenomenon to see the essence.

Her decadence over the years was mainly due to the disillusionment of hope, the devastation of her family, and in the case of "friends", she also encountered betrayal. Everything came so suddenly that a series of blows almost broke her. Although she later had a glimmer of hope for survival, her body was completely trapped in a cage by Gu Ruiwen.

When things changed, there was a new goal, and she worked hard for the man she loved, Gong Qingchen's reason returned to her mind.

"Yunyang ......" Gong Qingchen muttered to herself, and then an incomparably determined gaze burst out of her eyes.

Either way, now her purpose has been achieved. She also has to think about the relatives around her.

Gong Qingchen suddenly remembered his mother who had worried about him all these years. A lot of guilt and apologies immediately welled up in my heart. Looking back, it seems that it has been seven years, and I haven't talked to my mother properly. Thinking about his mother's aging in the past few years, Gong Qingchen complained even more about his unfilial piety.

She packed her things and took a taxi to the building where her mother now lives.

After ringing the doorbell a few times, Gong Qingchen suddenly remembered that he didn't bring anything to his mother while waiting, and he blamed himself for a while.

On second thought, it seems that it would be nice to go shopping with your mother!

"Who?" Just when Gong Qingchen's heart was violently active, she heard her mother's slightly old and tired voice, and her heart was shocked.

Reluctantly showing a smile, Gong Qingchen pretended to be cheerful and said, "It's me, Mom." Can't you even hear your own daughter's voice?"

Some staggering steps shook slightly, and the iron door in front of Gong Qingchen was slammed open from the inside. Gong Qingchen, who was looking straight ahead, showed a bright smile to his mother, who hadn't been carefully observed for a long time, "Mom...... I want to eat the braised pork you made......"

After staring for a while, Gong Qingchen's eyes blinked before he said such a sentence. Gong's mother was excited for a while, she hurriedly dodged away and let Gong Qingchen come in, and beckoned: "Then don't come in quickly, you don't have to eat so early!"

Hearing the familiar and warm words, the curvature of the corners of Gong Qingchen's mouth rose again.

After she came in, Gong's mother hurriedly turned around and walked to the kitchen, nagging while walking: "I'll go and see what else is at home, do you still want to drink juice?"

"Whatever. "People's preferences change with time and experience, and Gong Qingchen's favorite juice now is not his favorite juice before. However, thinking that his mother still remembered his preferences so clearly, and hearing her slightly determined words, Gong Qingchen replied.

She entered the hall and did not sit down, but slowly turned around and took a closer look at the hall.

The award certificate from when he was a child is still there, and the trophies that his brother won in his robe back then are also put away well, and the big red Chinese knot that his father bought when he was alive is still hanging there. One by one, it was very well preserved, and there was not even a trace of dust on it.

Gong Qingchen, who was carefully observing the house and looking for a sense of home, didn't know that after her mother entered the kitchen, her big rough hand then covered her mouth, and the whining sound was intercepted only a few centimeters away, and no longer away, there was no sound at all. Clear tears flowed from the slightly cloudy eyes, wetting the dry cheeks.

After crying for a long time, Gong's mother gradually controlled her emotions. After tidying herself up, she took out the orange juice she had just bought in the refrigerator and poured it into the cup.