When it was time to eat, she didn't see Jia Le go downstairs, so Jia Le's mother told Xiao Yang to let her go upstairs and ask Jia Le to come downstairs to eat. As soon as Xiao Yang stepped on the stairs, he was suddenly stopped by Knorr's mother: "Forget it." I'll go upstairs and call him myself. ”

"When, when, when. A knock on the door interrupted Knorr's thoughts, and temporarily freed him from his painful past. Then a woman's voice came from inside the room:

"Lele, are you asleep?" Jia Le heard that it was his mother's voice.

"No, I don't. Come in. The door is unlocked. ”

Seeing her mother enter the house, Knorr got up abruptly and sat upright on the bed.

"Lie straight on the bed without taking off your clothes. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

"I just want to lie down and rest for a while. Do you have anything to do with me?"

"The meal is ready. Go down and get some food. ”

"I don't want to eat. ”

"If you don't want to eat it, you should eat a little. What should you do if you're hungry? Aren't you doing this to make your mother worry about you?"

"Mom, I really can't eat it. ”

"Are you having trouble with Zhou Li? Girls always love face more than boys. ”

"Don't mention her again. She and I have broken up. ”

"Broke up?!When did it happen?"

"Just this afternoon. ”

"Why? Haven't you always gotten along well with her? ”

Jia Le told his mother about Zhou Li before and after, one by one. His mother has always been a loyal listener to him. Growing up, no matter what unhappy things he encountered, as long as he told his mother, he would feel much more relaxed.

"I really didn't expect her to be such a shameless person. Son, it's not worth being sad for this watery poplar girl. You don't have to worry about it, your mother will find you a girlfriend who will satisfy you and be well-behaved. ”

"Mom......" Jia Le buried his head in his mother's broad and warm embrace just like he did when he was a child, and cried bitterly.

"Cry, it's better to cry. Knorr's mother comforted him as he had done when he was a child, and caressed his shoulders, which had long since grown up but were still a little immature, with her motherly hands. In the eyes of the mother, the son seems to be a child who will never grow up.