It was almost class time, Xu Qingan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and put the award certificate and the roll into his schoolbag.

Not long after, the piano sounded, and it was said that music could reflect the mood of the performer, but Xu Qing'an's mood was not very good.

He was so frightened that he kept thinking about how to face his mother when he got home, so much so that when he played the piano, he made mistakes.

"It's okay, An'an, let's take our time, if we miss a mistake, we can try a few more times." It was a young and gentle female teacher who taught Xu Qingan to play the piano, and when she saw the little guy wrinkling his face and being a little anxious, she couldn't help but comfort her.

Xu Qingan raised his head, looked at the teacher, pursed his lips, and nodded.

Actually, he's a little scared.

Every few days, his mother would ask the teachers of each course about his progress in learning, and once the teacher reported that he was not learning well or was not paying attention, his mother would reprimand him.

"An An, my mother works so hard to make money, in order to train your three sisters and brothers to become talents, studying is your best way out, you know?"

"An An, my mother doesn't want to force you, but my mother is for your good, how fierce the competition in society is now, it is difficult for many college students to find a job, and if you have one more skill, you will be able to suffer less in the future."

"You look at other people's homes, you have good grades, you can learn anything, people are still so well-behaved, what about you, I just let you go and study more classes, you are tired, I am not for your good, not for your good, what am I doing so hard to make money, I am a woman, I want to raise your three children, is it easy for me? I worked so hard, in the end, what did I get in exchange, did I get your resentment? ”

"An An, you have to remember, I am your mother, my mother loves you, it is for your good, and she will never harm you."

Xu Qing'an still remembers those words, because they repeat them in his ear every once in a while.

Xu Qing'an couldn't remember how old he had been listening to these words, as if he had been sensible since he began.

He is 12 years old, and he is still a fifth-grade student, and most of his classmates are ignorant, but he is very precocious, not only him, but also his sister and brother.

Xu Qingan wants to be a good child in his mother's heart, hoping to become his mother's pride, from childhood to adulthood, his mother has arranged his life to the full, he is like a small sapling, growing in the direction arranged by his mother.

But sometimes, he really wants to say that the sunshine and rain and dew given by his mother are too much, and the amount of sunshine and rain that is added to him really makes him so tired and tired, and his chest is stuffy, and it is difficult to breathe.

Sometimes, he wants to say, Mom, can you love me a little less.

But he couldn't.

He still remembers that his mother would sometimes hold him and cry, talk about how others looked down on her as a single mother, and talk about her failure, so she couldn't keep her husband.

Her husband had left her, and if her children had left her, she would have broken down.

Xu Qingan knew that he couldn't blame his mother, because his mother loved him and his mother was for his good.

He only felt that the road ahead was like a layer of smoke, he couldn't see clearly, maybe he couldn't see clearly, he could only be pulled by his mother, as for where he would go, he didn't know, he was dazed, uneasy, and there was no way to break free, and he couldn't break free.