"Beifan, Beifan, don't look at it anymore, come over and eat." He Yulei had already served the meal on the table, but saw that Beifan was still sitting on the sofa, holding a magazine with a white cover in his hand.

"Okay, Mom, I'll go after reading the last two pages." He Beifan still stubbornly refused to leave the sofa half a step, and in his hand was the new "Music Lover" this month. Ever since he borrowed a book from Nian Yi, he has developed the habit of reading it regularly.

"Okay, the braised fish I made today, this is your favorite meal, hurry up, eat it while it's hot." Let's see after eating. He Yulei untied the apron on her body, and shook the water droplets on her hand again, "Hurry up, Fan, it's time to eat." She urged patiently.

Perhaps, mothers all over the world are like this, even when the child is focused, they will worry about his food and clothing, but such meticulous warmth is not so easy to detect.

"Mom, there are two more pages, I'll be fine right away, you can eat first." He Beifan is still so persistent, he reads hungrily, as if he has completely put himself into it, even his favorite dishes can be put aside.

"Okay then." He Yulei is not a forced mother, and in this regard, she is very different from Xie Lan. She would never force Beifan to do something he didn't like, even something as small as eating. Since he was so focused, it was inconvenient for He Yulei to disturb him anymore. But she didn't touch the food that was already on the table, but walked straight to the kitchen, and began to work in front of the pots and pans again. Compared to other mothers, she is extremely dedicated. Three meals a day, not only is it not the same, but it is also nutritious, and she has wasted a lot of hard work for the growth of Beifan.

But for some reason, He Yulei always felt that she hadn't done enough, although she couldn't tell what she was missing. As a mother, she can do as much as she can. Thinking so, He Yulei began to clean up the stove again. A person with a child, how difficult such a life is, she has not imagined, but fortunately, after so many years, she has also survived. Fan also grew up, and became a tough young man. These are all going in the direction she wants.

She was thinking about it when she heard the sound of slippers. Bei Fan had finished reading the music magazine, and he put it on the bookshelf in the living room with great pity, "Mom, let's eat." He Beifan walked to the dining table as he spoke.

"Okay." He Yulei wiped her hands with the rag on the stove and walked out of the kitchen, Beifan had already sat down at the dinner table, but he didn't move his chopsticks until his mother came to the table and looked at him with a smile.

"This kid, what are you eating, waiting for me to do?" He Yulei said, before she had time to pick up the food, she first grabbed a piece of meat from the belly of the fish and threw it into Beifan's bowl, "Eat more, this fish meat can replenish the body." ”

"Mom, you can eat too, don't patronize me." Beifan smiled a little embarrassedly as he spoke, although it had become a habit for his mother to pick up vegetables for himself, he still felt embarrassed.

"You eat, you eat more, Mom is happy. He Yulei said and laughed again, her laughter always made Beifan feel very happy. Although he never revealed anything to his mother, his facial expressions could not deceive anyone.

The young man looked very appetizing, and the fish soup made by He Yulei was always so delicious, which made Beifan's tongue nourished very well, "Mom, your cooking is so delicious." Since he was a child, Beifan didn't know how many times he said such things, but his mother only laughed at such praise and didn't really take it to heart.

"Fanfan." The woman looked at her son's greedy appearance and felt very content, "If you like to eat, Mom will make it for you the next day." ”

Bei Fan didn't answer, in fact, he didn't have the ability to speak now, and his mother's food captured his stomach and took away the speech function of his mouth.

He waved his chopsticks recklessly and licked his lips greedily, only in front of He Yulei could he eat so refreshingly. It's not that Beifan hasn't gone to the cafeteria to eat, and he has gone to restaurants, but he can't lift his appetite every time, so he just hurriedly picks up a few chopsticks. But because of his mother's diligence, he enjoyed a lot of blessings.

He Yulei sat beside Bei Fan and didn't move a chopstick until now, and the woman didn't even serve rice to herself. She doesn't have a very good appetite, and besides, she has a very important thing to discuss with Beifan.

"Fan." He Yulei just called him, and there was no follow-up in a blink of an eye. He Beifan always felt that today's mother was very strange, she always spoke in a slurred manner, and Beifan didn't understand what he meant.

"Mom, what's the matter, you tell me directly." Bei Fan stopped the chopsticks in his hand, his eyes became alert, and he seemed to have a premonition that his mother had something to discuss with him, but these things also seemed to be something he was unwilling to agree to.

Sure enough, his mother's next sentence was enough for He Beifan to throw the bamboo chopsticks on the dining table, "Fan, during the eleventh long holiday, you can take some time to see him." He Yulei's words were very light, but in fact, she had made a lot of determination and thought about it many times.

He Beifan naturally knew who "he" was, he was He Li, the father he hated. Since Beifan was six years old, this man abandoned their mother and son to find a new home, and for ten years, for ten years, this man has not taken the initiative to come to him once. And every time Beifan came to the door, he also put on a stinky face. Later, He Beifan finally understood why his father didn't love him because he had a half-brother, which is ridiculous to say, but it is true.

"He, who is he? I don't know who he is. "Even if his heart is like a mirror, Beifan is indeed a scoundrel. Since his mother herself was reluctant to mention his father's name, He Beifan naturally didn't bother to mention it, let alone visit the man. It was a great challenge to his patience.

"Beifan, you don't want to be like this." He Yulei naturally understood that Beifan was having a temper with herself, although she was helpless about it, but she had to appease him, "No matter what, he is also your father." You should take the time to see him, too. He Yulei racked her brains to come up with these two sentences, but she didn't know if it was right to persuade him like this.

"He's my father?" He Beifan sneered, "Don't say anything else." Does he know he's a father? What did he do to me? Although there was still more than half a bowl of rice left, Beifan had long lost his appetite, he looked at his mother's loving face, and even spitted a little, the woman in front of him was so kind, but He Li obviously didn't take her kindness in his eyes.

"I'm still going to have something to do, Mom, don't talk about it." Beifan didn't want to listen to his mother talk about this topic anymore, which undoubtedly ruined his good interest, and he picked up his chopsticks a little dazedly, wanting to continue eating. But unexpectedly, He Yulei was so serious about this matter, "Fan, you better go for a trip, haven't you seen him for almost a year?" He'll miss you. He Yulei didn't know if she was lying, but she hoped she was telling the truth.

"No need." Beifan's expression was unusually indifferent, "If he misses me, he will naturally come to see me." The woman was comforting herself, but she didn't think about it, but she was suddenly hit by Beifan. Then, the mother and son fell into a painful silence.