Huang's mother chased after her and roared: "Xiaojue, if you leave today, in the future, I won't have your son." ”

Huang Xiaojue looked back at his mother and didn't say a word.

Huang's mother did not back down at all: "Son, I have relied on you for everything since I was a child, and I can't do this one thing." You have to marry Yan Fine, unless I die. ”

Seeing that his son looked surprisingly tired, Father Huang said sharply: "Old woman, what nonsense are you talking about?" The son's affairs are his own measure. ”

Huang Xiaojue stood in place, looking at his father and mother, and suddenly felt that they were all strangers: before this, he always thought that his parents loved him more than everything, even if they were stubborn, it was for the good of their children. However, now he suddenly felt unprecedented disgust in his heart, but he still didn't say anything, just strode out.

The door slammed shut, and what else did Huang's mother say, but Huang's father was finally furious: "Old woman, can you stop for a while?" My son is already under a lot of pressure at work, do you have to force him to death like this? What's in it for you to force him to death? ”

Huang's mother was also furious: "Why did I force him?" I'm for his good. ”

"Is it okay that he doesn't know it himself? Are you a god? Why do you think you are qualified to dictate all the fates of others? I've put up with you for a long time, but you've gotten worse. ”

Huang's mother snorted coldly, turned around and entered the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

It was late at night, and the car stopped on the edge of the river embankment. Huang Xiaojue rolled down the window, a gust of wind blew, and a hint of chill in spring came to his face.

He got out of the car, looked at the dim light reflected in the rows of waves in the river, took his mobile phone, and wanted to dial the familiar number, but after entering the number, he stopped.

In the middle of the night, I put my phone back - it was already past three o'clock in the morning. He thought that he should have slept a long time ago.

This is the second time he has faced such a situation: it was the same back then, just because he was not firm for a while, he almost missed it in his life.

He took out his wallet and opened it to see a small photo: it was a headshot taken when the two first met. On the humble photo, the girl's crystal clear flower-like face almost shines. Especially her bright eyes, with a faint smile, even through a layer of wallet, as if she can speak, sparkling, lovely.

And the fine cashmere scarf around his neck, in fact, there is no need for a scarf this season, but on such a cold spring night, it is just right. It's finely hand-knitted, very light and soft, and the touch of cashmere is not as comfortable as that of wool.

Just then, the message rang.

It was actually a voice, her voice was soft and surprisingly soft: "Xiao Jue, did your mother scold you again?" I knew that you would be wronged by me every time...... Xiaojue, thank you for your hard work......"

He laughed, and suddenly he felt that nothing mattered.

"Fine, I love you."

She may not have expected him to be awake so late at night, and was stunned for a moment: "Xiao Jing, don't you rest so late?" ”

He simply dialed her phone, and when he heard her "hey", he laughed, and his voice was surprisingly soft: "Fine, I love you." ”

She laughed too, hehe: "Fool." ”

"Fine, is it okay for us to travel and get married?"

"Okay, where do you want to go?"

"Is Tahiti okay?"