Walking out, the cool early autumn night breeze made Sheng Jiuran can't help but shrink her shoulders, she lowered her eyelashes, and whispered, "It's so cold." ”

Behind her is a fine dining room with the sound of a piano and a warm and bright light.

How many passers-by people in plain clothes can't help but look at them with envy.

But at the same time, he was frightened by the price on today's menu placed outside the door.

"Mom, it's so fragrant!"

When Sheng Jiuran was about to leave, he saw a little girl about five or six years old carrying a schoolbag and holding the hand of a woman with a tired face who had just bought vegetables from the market.

The little girl pointed to the restaurant, her innocent and cute face showed a yearning expression, "I'm so hungry, can I go in and eat?" ”

After a long day of work, the woman who had to rush back to the kindergarten to pick up her daughter was already full of tiredness.

But she still squatted down, her eyes were gentle and patient, and her tone was very doting, "Baby, mom hasn't paid her salary this month, okay if you wait?" When you get home, will your mother cook you your favorite hard-boiled egg? ”

"Good !!"

The little girl smiled and shook her arms around the woman's neck, "I like mom the most!" ”

The woman smiled and kissed the little girl on the forehead. "Mommy's favorite of you, baby."

Sheng Jiuran took a sharp breath, then immediately covered his mouth, and quickly turned around and walked into a small alley not far away.

As soon as she stepped in with her front foot, tears flowed uncontrollably in an instant.

Her cheeks were wet, and she squatted on the ground, her hands on her knees, and she was shaking from crying, and she couldn't breathe.

A lot of her knowledge is only known through other people's homes.

It's like the original mother can not only call the child's name to her child, but can call the baby.

It's like a mother can't just touch her head when she looks at her child.

Instead, you can kiss your forehead, kiss your face, and then sleep together in your arms at night.

I used to think that her mother loved her.

But after seeing others, Sheng Jiuran realized that her mother might not love her, but just her responsibility as a mother.

"Tsk, these tears are just that.... I can't stop it. ”

Sheng Jiuran wiped her tears, and these tears seemed to be against her, and the more she wiped them, the more they flowed harder.

She bit her lip, which had been bitten by herself, and her voice was trembling and hoarse, "Don't cry, serve wine... Don't cry ....."

After relieving for a while, Sheng Jiuran's mood slowly stabilized.

She took out her phone, which showed only scattered notifications from various platforms, as well as some chat group messages.

There was just no phone and message from her mother.

"I knew why I wouldn't have come."

Sheng Jiuran hooked the corners of her lips self-deprecatingly, "It's still my dad who is smart and didn't promise her this bad meal." ”

Ah, what's the show?

She didn't need to look for a mirror, she knew that her face was very bad now, and when she got home, she would definitely be found by the maid aunt and tell her father again.

Sheng Jiuran opened his address book and looked for them one by one.

At this time, Nian Nian and Xie Qi are both studying at night, and the Xueba sisters will not look at their mobile phones during class time.

Severe cold and He Zichi?

Forget about these two sand sculptures, and it's almost the end of the semester, so it's not very good to call them to skip class again.

Ember?

Hey, veto it directly!

Sheng Jiuran searched and searched, but couldn't find a suitable one, either in school, or some pig friends and dogs.

Until her fingertips landed on a person's name, she froze.