chapter33

Lu Cong put down the box and looked back at her, and her heart suddenly stumbled, every time she wanted to force herself to do something, her expression was like this, it seemed pitiful and helpless, but in fact she was forced violently.

"What's the matter?"

He Jiaren looked really embarrassed this time, she didn't speak directly, and sorted out her emotions for a while before continuing: "Son, your lungs really don't allow you to continue singing, mom hopes you can give up, mom is for your good." ”

Lu Cong squinted, and the corners of his mouth pulled out a downward arc: "Mom, I have already told you very clearly about this matter, so don't force me anymore." ”

He Jiaren was quite calm at this time, and still explained to him calmly: "I went to the doctor after seeing you that day, and these were all recommended by the doctor." Your lungs need to recuperate, otherwise they will become a burden to you when you get older. ”

Lu Cong raised his eyebrows: "What else did the doctor say?"

The doctor also said that if you really want to sing, you can do it as a hobby. This mom is sure to support you, and having a hobby can also help you relax. Son, it's not that my mother won't let you sing Peking Opera, but she just doesn't want you to take it as your main business, do you understand?"

The corners of He Jiaren's eyes were wet, and she looked extremely sincere.

Lu Cong suddenly became a little passive, it was the first time he had seen such a He Jiaren, and he really didn't know how to respond to her.

"Mom, I understand. However, even if I don't sing, I will not leave the Peking Opera industry, I can do anything else, as long as it is related to Peking Opera. His tone was calm, subconsciously reducing his aggressiveness.

He Jiaren sighed deeply: "What's so good about that industry? It's just a thing that is about to be eliminated by the times, why did you choose it? Son, my mother is for your good, and my mother hopes that your life can be peaceful, can you understand my hard work? I have worked hard day and night for so many years for you, I plan for you everywhere, and always think about you, can't you also think about my feelings a little? Do you have to be so selfish?!"

……

He Jiaren became excited as she spoke, her whole face was as red as blood, and she slowly approached Lu Cong, looking at him and desperately hoping that he could give her a satisfactory answer.

Lu Cong lowered his eyes and was expressionless, a cold smile pulled out from the corner of his mouth, and He Jiaren's repeated questions made him feel that his peace of mind just now was really funny.

"Then do you understand me? Do you know what I really want?" Lu Cong's tone was light, looking at He Jiaren's long eyes.

He Jiaren choked in his throat, feeling that his son had no conscience to ask such a thing, and he had worked hard for half his life, pulling him so hard with hard work, but in exchange for such unreasonable complaints.

Although Wang Chen repeatedly reminded her not to rush Lu Cong's affairs, the reality no longer allows it, and now she stubbornly believes that her son should give up Peking Opera and come back, should learn to be independent, and should help her, a battered mother, lick her wounds.

"How I don't know you, how I don't know what you want! You just like things that have no future, what can that thing bring you? a rich life? the enjoyment of doing whatever you want? or a future with no worries about food and clothing?!"

He Jiaren almost roared, feeling that if she didn't vent the anger in her heart, she was likely to die of anger in front of her son in the next second.

Lu Cong frowned, and lightly spit out three words: "A sense of security." ”

The air was suddenly quiet, and He Jiaren's heart seemed to be jerked by a heavy punch, and she looked at Lu Cong in a daze and couldn't say a word for a long time.

After a moment, she eased up a little and said in a low voice: "You mean, I owe you in the past 19 years? Lu Cong, do you still have a conscience? At the beginning, when there were only you and me left in this family, I would rather be hungry and freeze than let my son suffer a little grievance." Am I doing something wrong? I am desperate to go out and make money, just so that you can live a good life and no longer have to be ignored and bullied. Am I doing something wrong? If you like Peking Opera, I will let you sing Peking Opera, and even build a school for you. Did I do something wrong? I know, you blame me for helping you get engaged in private, but you and Manbai grew up together, she likes you so much, she can do anything for you, even the pride she cares about the most can be abandoned, such a girl, where is there? Son, mother is a person from the past, mother knows those things too well, you must find someone who loves you and is willing to follow you with all her heart, otherwise, you will live a very hard life, and even lose everything in the end! You know! No matter what your mother does, your mother is doing it for your own good!

Lu Congren looked at her quietly, his eyes were empty and terrifying, and the back of the person who watched it felt a chill down his spine.

Over the years, he has tried countless times to understand the so-called mother's painstaking efforts, but he can only say that he tried his best. It's not that he doesn't want to walk into her, it's that he can't do anything about it.

He Jiaren didn't give him a chance at all.

"Mom, am I your son or your pawn, can you tell the difference?"

Lu Cong repeatedly hinted that he was calm, He Jiaren looked weird today, and Bacheng was just running into a wall at work and finding a reason to be angry with herself, anyway, she was like this before, he was used to it.

……

But I didn't think that He Jiaren was a little angry this time, and he said so much bitterly, he was not only indifferent, but also said such mean things.

He Jiaren poked his chest: "Do you think of me as your mother? Do you take me seriously? You can actually say such a thing? You are still not human?!!

Lu Cong seemed to be smiling, still with that light appearance: "If you say yes, if you say no, you don't, haven't you always liked to control everything about me? ”

In the next second, a loud slap hit Lu Cong's left cheek, He Jiaren's hand was cold and piercing, intertwined with the hot pain, which was the feeling He Jiaren had given Lu Cong over the years.

She hurriedly withdrew her hand, trying to restrain the apologies that passed by in her heart, and watched Lu Cong clench her teeth and be angry.

Lu Cong pushed the tip of his tongue against his burning cheeks, his face was gloomy, he didn't want to say a word more, he pulled the two boxes and turned around and walked away, turning a deaf ear to He Jiaren's order to stand behind him.

Halfway through, Lu Cong bought an ice pack and put it on his cheek, he broke the rearview mirror, turned his head sideways and looked at his slightly reddened cheeks and eyebrows twisted into pimples, this was the first time He Jiaren had beaten him.

It was this slap that slapped him farther all of a sudden.

He pressed the ice pack with one hand in the mirror, and from time to time he took it off to see if the red in his eyes had receded, and he tossed and turned it countless times, and by the time he returned to school, it was already evening.

Ren Zhen stayed in the glass room for an afternoon, and Lu Cong said that he would come back soon, but he still didn't see anyone for almost 8 hours, and she didn't dare to take the initiative to contact him, thinking that he was delayed because of something else at zero hour.

Seeing that it was getting dark, Ren Zhen stood in front of the window on the second floor and looked through, and the pot behind her was steaming, the seafood porridge she boiled today, the seafood was bought at the market early in the morning, and the method was learned according to the video.

Just now she secretly drank a few sips, and it tasted quite good, Lu Cong would definitely like it.

It's just that I've waited so long, but there's no shadow of him.

The little girl is hungry and tired at this time, and the porridge in the pot doesn't dare to continue to cook, and it should be dry if she cooks it again.

She pressed the heat preservation in the past, stared at it for a long time, and swallowed her throat several times, she still wanted to eat with Lu Cong.

But she was really hungry, she ran to the sofa and sat on the pillow in her arms, shrunk her head behind the pillow to show her two eyes, blinked, and then chirped her mouth, and honestly endured it.

Waiting, waiting, the man fell asleep in a daze.

Lu Cong thought that there was no one in the glass house, but he didn't think that the upstairs and downstairs were brightly lit, and there was a fragrant seafood smell.

He touched his cheeks, there was still a faint pain, after entering the house, he first ran to the floor mirror to take a look, it was okay, much better than just now, if you don't look carefully, you shouldn't be able to see it.

He couldn't wait to go upstairs, he had been thinking about her for a long time.

Ren Zhen was half-asleep, his head was in the pillow, his face was pink, Lu Cong took off his coat and put it aside and walked over quietly, and glanced down when he passed by the rice cooker, and raised a little upward arc on the side of his mouth.

He sat next to Ren Zhen, leaning forward slightly, one hand supporting the back of the sofa, and the other elbow supporting the armrest to wrap her in his arms.

Ren Zhen's dense and long eyelashes shook slightly, a faint layer of steam floated in the room, the heating was also on, and there was a thin layer of water vapor on the tips of the little girl's eyelashes.

……

The person who peeked at her was in a much better mood, nine years ago she was his tranquilizer, and nine years later, the effect of this tranquilizer seemed to be stronger.

Lu Cong's heart was settled: Ren Zhen, I want to keep you by my side forever.

For a moment, the tranquilizer scratched his chin in confusion, and Lu sat down on the sofa next to him from a spirit. She opened her eyes slowly, and there was a layer of haze in her eyes.

She rubbed her eyes and suddenly laughed, like a child waiting for her parents to come back: "Lu Cong, you are back, I am hungry and asleep." ”

Her voice was still a little unconscious, and it sounded soft.

Lu Cong swallowed his throat, and with a lion roar in his heart, he wanted to pounce on this little white rabbit...

"I'm hungry. Ren Zhen squeezed her eyes, her vision was much clearer, she was still holding the pillow, her chin was on it, and she lazily spoke.

At this time, I just woke up, and I still had some strength, so I wanted to be lazy and let Lu Cong go to heat the meal.

Lu Cong looked at her with a gentle and uncontrollable doting, and his voice was low and soft: "Okay, I'll start eating right away, wait until I'm hungry, right?"

He rubbed her little brain melon naturally: "Bear with me, it'll be fine immediately." ”