A depressed family living in a cold, oppressive environment.

Yin Yin felt bad no matter how she looked at it.

So, she did some makeovers.

Wallpaper was pasted, lamps were replaced, warm colors were changed, and potted plants and flowers were added to add a bit of vitality to this home.

Xu Qingge felt as if something had quietly changed during her absence.

"Xiaoge, I'm tired when I come back, I'm hungry, Mom will get you something to eat." Yin Yin was busy taking care of her daughter and sat down and poured her a glass of water.

"Mom, no, I can do it myself."

Yin Yin pressed down Xu Qingge, who was about to get up, and said, "Sit, Mom will get you something to eat." ”

Xu Qingge almost didn't refuse Yin Yin, so he also agreed.

She drank the water and looked at her mother, who was busy in the kitchen, slightly in a trance.

She went back to her room, took out the clothes from her suitcase, and rehung them in the closet.

In the kitchen, Yin Yin was frying rice, adding eggs, kale, and meat.

Finally, a small plate of fragrant fried rice is baked.

"Here, taste." Yin Yin put the fried rice on the table and said with a smile.

Xu Qingge looked at the fried rice with golden grains and attractive color, and there was a rich fragrance between his noses, which made people have a great appetite.

Actually, she was hungry.

She has a very bad appetite lately, she can't eat much, she can't be interested in many things around her, and she just wants to be alone.

Yin Yin knew that Xu Qingge at this time was already in the early stage of depression.

It's just that Xu Qingge himself and the original owner don't know.

Xu Qingge looked at this plate of fried rice, and his appetite was great for a while, so he ate it.

Yin Yin smiled and continued to organize her unfinished clothes into the closet.

Unconsciously, Xu Qingge had finished eating a plate of fried rice, she was a little surprised, she felt that she hadn't seen her for more than half a year, and her mother's fried rice level was more than one and a half stars higher, better than the level of chefs in other restaurants and restaurants.

When Xu Qingge came back from washing the dishes by herself, she saw her mother sitting on the sofa and beckoned to her: "Xiaoge, come here, my mother has something to tell you." ”

Xu Qingge's heart chuckled, and then he came up.

She thought of the blind date that had been going on endlessly recently, and thought of the introduction of Grandma Wang who had just been at the door.

She was scared, afraid that her mother was going to tell her about marriage again.

Eventually, she sat down.

"Mom, what are you going to tell me?" Xu Qingge lowered his eyes and asked.

Yin Yin looked at her cautious appearance and sighed slightly, Xu Qingge at this time was like a frightened little animal, always vigilant and vigilant.

Yin Yinshen made a move, stroking Xu Qingge's long black hair like a waterfall, with gentle movements and loving eyes.

"Xiaoge, you still like Song Wei, right?" is not a question, but a declarative sentence, Yin Yin is sure that Xu Qingge still likes Song Wei.

Xu Qingge raised his head violently, his pupils suddenly constricted, and his hand subconsciously grabbed the sofa next to him, and his heart was flustered.

She didn't understand why her mother suddenly asked about Song Wei, it's been more than two years, hasn't it?

Xu Qingge opened her mouth to deny it, but the voice in her heart told her, you obviously still love Song Wei, do you want to lie now?

But does she want to admit it?

Her mother had objected to her being with Song Wei from the beginning, and forced her to leave Song Wei with death, how could she admit it now.