"Mom......" Song Qinming himself sighed.

The mother and son walked to the living room, chatting as they walked.

Mother Song laughed softly: "Don't take it to heart, your father is also old, so it is inevitable that he will be a little anxious." I haven't seen this bad old man a few times a week, and he will not understand what the child thinks. It's normal for him to get angry, and he's also thinking about you and worrying that you're going the wrong way. ”

"I know, you used to read very well, you were always very steady when you were a child, and when you played with other children, you have always been the most authoritative person among children, and you have a coordinated demeanor since you were a child. Your dad used to tell me that you are different from your brother's ghostly wit, and that you have your own characteristics. ”

"Actually, I know it several times when you wake up from your dreams at night. I'm also old, and I sleep lightly, so I'll be with you at home. I can hear anything going on at night. I know you have something on your mind. ”

Mother Song turned her head and looked at Song Qinming seriously.

He was already as tall as his brother, the contours of his face were changing in the direction of maturity, and there was still a slightly immature baby fat on his cheeks.

This person is her child.

From childhood to adulthood, she carried it in her arms, on her back, and in her hands, until she was taller than her, and she never felt strange.

It wasn't until Song Qinming proposed that she wanted to move out that she found out that she didn't know about her children.

Although Song Yinkang usually doesn't work at home, he still lives at home when he rests.

As soon as Song Qinming proposed to go out to live in order to study, Song's mother was caught off guard and felt a trace of pain in her heart and liver being stripped away.

In this world, most of the love is a desire to possess. In the small part, there is a kind of love for children called parents: only the love of parents is to part.

She had been mentally preparing for a long time, but when this day came, there was still a lot of discomfort for her.

Even so, Song's mother is still willing to understand him, and then guard this home that is not big or small.

Gibran once said, "You can shelter a child's body, but you can't imprison their soul." The soul of the child dwells in the House of Tomorrow, a place that you cannot visit in your dreams. ”

For some of the older elders, they were also the owners of the House of Tomorrow a long time ago, and they are also coming to maturity step by step.

Song's mother knows that even if she arranges a good life trajectory for her child, he will not suffer less losses. But if he is allowed to go to his own path, even if it hurts no matter how painful it is, he will have a good part of his own.

Mother doesn't say much, but she thinks about herself every time.

Song Qinming gritted his teeth, and the tip of his nose was a little sour.

When he walked to the living room, Song Yinkang was sitting on the sofa, as if he had known that Song Qinming would come, and was waiting for him with a smile.

"You play with your brother, I'll go and see if your dad is angry now."

"My stupid Oodou Dou Yo. Hahaha~" Song Yinkang saw Song Qinming's dejected appearance and took the lead in speaking.

"Dude, don't laugh at me. Do you have time to help me think about it? Seeing this, Song Qinming smiled bitterly and collapsed on the sofa.

"I know, Dad wants you to inherit the family business."

"Yes, you know, I'm not interested in business."

"Yes, I know, but my dad said that as long as I was on the same side as him, he would buy me a plane. You say, did he want to pull you back? ”。

"What! Plane! Impossible, right? Just because of me? How willing he was! Song Qinming couldn't believe it, after all, who didn't know that the Song Group Great Song was always a well-known stingy ghost!