Jiang Yuwan stood at the door and glared at his son, "Come out with me." ”

Xiao Yiting stood still, stiffened his body, lowered his head slightly, looked at the floor in front of him, and his expression was blank, "Mom, you go away." ”

"What did you say?" Jiang Yu is angry at night, although her son is naughty, he has always had a sweet mouth and pleases her, she has always doted on this son, and now she actually wants her to go?

"Mom, I said, please go first." He repeated, still blank, still stiff.

"You stinky boy!" Jiang Yuwan stepped into the room and wanted to pinch him.

"Mom! Please get out! He suddenly raised his voice, and looked at the wooden strip on the ground, and never looked away......

Jiang Yuwan had never seen such a son.

Xiao Yiting is naughty by nature, from childhood to adulthood, or was beaten by Xiao Chengxing to cry his father and call his mother to his grandfather, or stubbornly gritted his teeth, or curried favor in front of her, and even, forced him, and argued loudly with his father, not without a time when he blushed and had a thick neck......

But it never looked like this......

Serious, deep, stubborn, persistent......

This kind of expression, she has only seen on Xiao Chengxing's face, when someone touches his bottom line......

And she deeply understands that Xiao Chengxing at this time is a precursor to the anger of the mad lion, and it is absolutely untouchable......

Subconsciously, she took a step back, as if she didn't recognize the son in front of her......

"Mom!" He called her again, short and resolute, sonorous and powerful.

She finally turned away, stretching her face so that she didn't look so embarrassed.

He was silent for a moment, letting the inexplicable anger subside, and then, walking to the bathroom door, knocked gently.

There was no echo inside.

He understood, how could she still hear back to her with such a temperament?

His arm propped up on the door, his forehead against his arm, and he was weaker than ever.

"Sister......" he called softly, choked, for a long time, before he took a deep breath, for no reason, his eyes were very sore, "I'm sorry, I have a bad temper......"

For the first time in twenty years, he said sorry to someone from the bottom of his heart......

It's not a big deal, it's just that he doesn't understand, how did it become like this?

Ye Qinghe's crying has stopped, listening to the fluttering voice, the weak sorry, stunned, what flashed in front of his eyes was still the day he first met, he turned his basketball and walked out of the door, his smile was as bright as the sun jumping into the curtains, and on his forehead and neck, beads of sweat were condensed with crystal light......

He held on to the door.

It was a door that was not strong for him.

Or, he can kick it away with a single kick.

But he knew he couldn't. What is the door that kicks and hurts?

"Sister, come out......" He finally stood up straight, and in his vision, the walnut-colored door was blurring, and his throat was choking with some pain, "I...... Let's go...... Later...... Don't come in......"

Ye Qinghe leaned against the door, a pair of ethereal eyes misty.

The surroundings were as quiet as death, her eyes flickered, and she suddenly turned back in fright and opened the door, only to see that the room was empty, and the figure was gone......

The windows are still open, the wind of the autumn night, the curtain curls, and the fragrance of osmanthus flowers pours in layer upon layer. Maybe the night is sinking, and the fragrance is no longer warm......

She sat in the chair he had sat in before, and on the desk was the book he had read.

Suddenly I remembered something, and I quickly flipped through the book, but there was nothing!

I shook it with the spine of the book, but nothing fell out!

Turning page by page, I still found nothing......

However, she clearly put the card that Guo Jin'er entrusted her to give him in this book......

Or not......

If you drop it, you drop it......

It's not her anyway......

After all, it's not her ......

On the other side was the little turtle she had drawn by hand. After two years, no one can stay where it is, it seems, only it has not changed......

Sitting quietly for a while, her floating thoughts slowly found their place, she pulled out a professional book from the shelf, and was about to start reading, when the sound of peeling pecking came to mind on the door, and Xiao Chengzhuo's voice also sounded: "