She walked to the door of Li Mingfeng's room and wanted to knock on the door and say "I'm sorry" to him. But the hand that stayed in mid-air was withdrawn.

Open your own door and close it again.

Li Yueqing knew that his brother was really angry this time, and he could see it from his expression just now. For so many years, my brother has never been angry with her, and he has let her and protect her in everything. She never thought that her brother would be angry with her, she was afraid of Li Mingfeng like this, and she didn't know how to apologize to him.

Li Mingfeng sat on the ground with his back against the door, listening to her footsteps approaching him little by little, and after a few seconds, he gradually left. He clenched his hands fiercely, he was angry with her, but he hated himself even more. Hate yourself why you should be angry with her. What right do you have to be angry with her? But he couldn't help but be angry, he couldn't help but be angry that she forgot their previous agreement, and agreed to spend their birthdays together every year. I can't help but hate myself, hate myself for leaving her for ten years, hate myself for not being able to be by her side and protect her. In the end, it is still himself who complains.

After all, how could he really be angry with her and complain about her? How could she have forgotten their agreement? She didn't forget jì, never forgot jì their agreement! She just forgot her birthday, and it was all these years of life and experience that made her forget this sudden birthday......

She sat on the bed, with no lights on, her mind empty, like nothing, and as empty as a balloon that had just exploded.

He sat on the floor, rested his head against the door, and knocked lightly.

The length of the night made her fall asleep in a daze, holding the orange blossom in her hand.

The long nights made him more and more sober, as if he had been doped. He remembered his mother, the woman who had always appeared in the picture.

"Mingfeng, don't hate your mother, she loves you very much." As he spoke, he shoved a faded photo into his little hand.

He was still young at the time, and he was not very sensible, and he only knew that the beautiful woman in the photo was her mother. As for what his mother was used for, he had no idea.

"Mom." He looked into Li Pingmin's eyes and called softly.

Li Pingmin's eyes were slightly wet, he picked up Li Mingfeng, rubbed his little face and said, "Good boy, good boy......"

Later, when he went to elementary school, he saw that almost all children had mothers, even Li Yueqing, and he was the only one who didn't. When others laughed at him behind him for being a motherless child, he always held back, ran out of the school quickly without speaking, and clenched his fists. He knew that he couldn't get into trouble, otherwise Aunt Yang would hate him even more, and by that time, he would not even have a place to stay, and he would become a real orphan.

He was so young that he understood a lot of things that he shouldn't have understood. His childhood was unhappy, even if he lived under one roof, he and Li Yueqing lived two lives.

Li Mingfeng knew from the moment he was sensible that this father who cared for him was not his biological father, and this family should not be his home. But as he grew older, he became more and more attached to every inch of his time. In this family, there is his nominally lovely sister, the little sister who looks so much like his mother.

When he was bullied by others when he was a child, Li Yueqing was always the first to stand up and speak for him. He thought that if his mother was by his side, it should be like this! That's what a mother's love should be......

The light in the room grew brighter, shining on her sleepy eyes, and a layer of bright color on the orange blossom in the center of her neck, blooming alone this morning.