In the blink of an eye, it was the weekend again, and Xiang Xiaoyuan still came to Cheng's house as scheduled.

When she entered the door, Xue Cheng and Cheng Hao were there, and they were sitting on the sofa talking something.

The ashtray in front of Xue Cheng was full of cigarette butts, but he was still smoking.

Covering his nose with Xiao Yuan, he waved his hand to disperse the smoke wafting in the room and then snatched the cigarette from his hand.

"You two smoke less! Choke to death! Don't open the window!"

Xue Cheng squeezed out a smile at her, and then sighed deeply.

"Xiaoyuan, I'm hungry, you hurry up and cook!" Cheng Hao looked at her, obviously asking her to avoid it.

Xiaoyuan let out an "oh" and walked to the kitchen.

Until it was time to eat, they seemed to be at a loss, and when they asked them, they didn't answer.

Xiang Xiaoyuan was angry and yelled: "Don't eat it!

Cheng Hao looked at Xue Cheng, and then said perfunctorily: "Something is wrong with the company, it's not a big deal." ”

Xue Cheng looked at Xiao Yuan, and then sighed: "Let's tell Xiao Yuan, she is not an outsider." In fact, they are all ugly. My mom is going to fight a lawsuit against me!"

Xiao Yuan's eyes widened, and the bowl in his hand fell on the table with a thud.

"What are you talking about? Your mother is in a lawsuit with you? Didn't your mother die?"

Xue Cheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "This is my own mother." It was my stepmother who passed away. ”

Xiaoyuan is even more confused, is there still a lawsuit between his mother and his son?

Cheng Hao kicked Xiaoyuan under the table and motioned for her not to ask again.

Xiaoyuan didn't dare to squeak, and hurriedly pulled up the rice.

After Xue Cheng left, Xiang Xiaoyuan tiptoed downstairs and knocked on Cheng Hao's bedroom door.

As soon as he saw her, Cheng Hao couldn't help but wonder: "You don't sleep at night, you want to harass me?"

Xiang Xiaoyuan puffed out his mouth, glanced at him, turned around and said, "Then you can sleep!

Cheng Hao hurriedly grabbed her: "You wait for me!"

Then go back and change your clothes.

The two sat on the sofa in the living room drinking tea, and Xiao Yuan inquired about Xue Cheng's affairs in detail.

It turned out that Xue Cheng's biological mother was a socialite from a family, and she had always been an idealistic alternative woman.

A well-known photographer who has been photographing for National Geographic, she is also a radical environmentalist.

Because of work, she was destined to run around Shijie, which made Xue Cheng's father very dissatisfied.

Especially when Xue Cheng was three months old, she left her child and went to Australia to devote herself to the work of saving echidnas.

Father Xue, who was anxious, could only be busy with work while pulling the child.

Fortunately, at this time, the new little nanny at home helped a lot, and she has been taking care of Xue Cheng diligently.

In the quarrel and cold war between Xue Cheng's parents, Xue Cheng slowly grew to five years old.

In his memory, his mother always appeared and disappeared suddenly.

He could only take the little aunt's hand and ask, "Where did my mother go?"

And the little aunt who took care of him could only smile and touch his face.

In fact, every time his mother came home, he was very happy. Because my mother would bring back gifts from all over Shijie, and she would hold a lot of photos to tell him stories about the animals.

But the happier he was, the sadder he became.

Because he would be afraid that when he woke up, his mother would be gone again......

In this alternation of anticipation and uneasiness, Xue Cheng grew up slowly, and as time went on, he became more and more unable to accept his mother's way of life.

Every time he needed it, when he was lonely, when his classmates asked about him, he found that the memories of his mother turned out to be only memories of those photos and fragments.

He suddenly began to resent, and suddenly felt that he was in his mother's shijie, but dispensable, not important at all.

Fortunately, he has always had a little aunt by his side, many times, Xue Cheng hopes how good it would be if this person was his mother!

Although she is not as beautiful as her mother, not as smart as her mother, and not as respected as her mother, she is really important in her shijie, and that is enough.

This kind of thinking of his, on a certain day in a certain year and a certain month, really became a reality.

That day, his mother came back to pack her things.

She bit her lip to hold back the tears in her eyes, and wanted to reach out to touch him, but he just hid behind the door very indifferently, staring at her expressionlessly.

It was the first time he had seen his mother shed tears, and he had seen her cover her mouth and cry before disappearing into the rain outside the door.

The little aunt has become her stepmother, she has always been good to herself, and even if she becomes a stepmother, she is always good to herself.

Many people don't know that she is their stepmother, and in many cases, Xue Cheng also forgets.

For as long as he can remember, the most he has seen is her face, and the most he has held is her hand.

Many people say that she is very scheming, and the purpose of coming to her home is not simple.

Xue Cheng was also a little confused, adolescent teenagers always had a lot of unspeakable troubles in their hearts.

In particular, my father's work is getting busier and busier, and he sees himself less and less.

For his stepmother, he no longer liked to stick to her like when he was a child, but slowly kept his distance in the gossip of others.

The stepmother and father have been married for many years and have no children, which is something that Xue Cheng secretly rejoices about.

When they have children, they may be superfluous......

Knowing that once Xue Cheng overheard a dispute between his stepmother and his father, he learned that she had been sterilized.

The stepmother said to her father very seriously: "I only have one son, Xue Cheng, the first time I saw him, he was only three months old, wrapped in a quilt like a small dough. I raised him from a young age, and he is my son!"

At that moment, Xue Cheng recognized this mother from the bottom of his heart.

Until that car accident, which took his father and stepmother away, he suddenly felt that his shijie had collapsed.

There are no more relatives on this shijie...... Although he also had a mother who was far away in the Netherlands, he felt even more strange.

He knew that she had organized a new family and that she had a life of her own.

She came to see her every year, and she was still faint, and every year she wished she had gone to Holland for Christmas, and he always said he was busy and pretended to be missing.

It wasn't until this year that his mother sent out another invitation, saying, "Let the past pass, you have your own life, forget about me." ”

Later, his mother came to China after the Lunar New Year and started a lawsuit with Xue Cheng over the division of the company's property.

After listening to Cheng Hao's story, Xiao Yuan didn't even notice that the tears were dripping in the teacup.

"Sometimes, you can't comment on a lot of things in terms of right or wrong, and you only know what is most important after you have passed. Xiao Yuan smiled, and then secretly wiped away her tears with the back of her hand.

Cheng Hao nodded: "Yes, only if you lose it, will you regret that you did that in the first place!"