In front of the piano was the young man's focused cheeks, and Beifan's fingers kept shuttling on the black and white keys. Since running away from home, he has not been so headstrong anymore. Come to think of it, even if the old man doesn't like him, what does it matter if he doesn't go to his grandfather's house or not. He only needs to be a mother's child seriously now, and the rest of the things are not worth his He Beifan's thoughts.

So after returning home, he worked harder, and since He Yulei bought this upright piano for him at a high price, he naturally couldn't live up to his mother's kindness, so he could only be more attentive. Every time he learns a tune, He Beifan will play it non-stop at home, and sometimes when he feels that his fingertips are hot, he will stop for a minute. After that, he would enter that state of hard work, and he even began to practice like crazy, forcing himself not to make a mistake.

He Yulei didn't know her son's truthfulness, so she usually didn't bother him. Even if she was washing dishes or doing other chores, she would lower her voice very low, for fear that it would affect Beifan. This small room, with its simple walls, cracked floor tiles and melodious piano sounds, always seemed out of place, but He Beifan didn't mind at all. He was different from the other students in the class, either from a wealthy family, or without learning.

But he is not, he is a teenager who really loves music. It is also common to sit in front of the piano and forget to sleep and eat, He Yulei is also extremely proud of this, he is really an excellent child, maybe others don't think so, but this is He Yulei's only happiness.

Therefore, even though this woman herself worked very hard, she never complained about anything. On the contrary, after high-intensity work every day, she will also take care of Beifan's three meals a day, she always cooks herself, but it is not the same. The rest of the free time is always to clean this small room inside and out. Therefore, even with such a disgraceful father, Beifan has never felt that he lacks love, he grew up in love, and he has always believed in this.

He Yulei turned over the fish in the pot with a shovel, but her throat was choked by the fumes, so she coughed softly twice, for fear of affecting her son's homework, through the glass door of the kitchen, she could faintly hear the familiar sound of the piano. The woman didn't feel that there was some motivation again, she moved her sore waist, and threw a handful of green onion leaves into the soup pot.

Even though her monthly salary is not high, she never treats herself and her children's stomachs badly. In this small space, every day is overflowing with the smell of firewood, rice, oil and salt, it is a family that is passing by, and all the expenses must be carefully calculated, but He Yulei never wants to use this as an excuse to tighten clothes and food.

According to a woman's words, what you eat is important, at least it can reflect a person's attitude towards life, attitude towards oneself. If every meal is okay, it is obviously not interesting, the food is not good, and there is no motivation for work. Thinking like this, He Yulei lifted the lid of the pot, and suddenly a fragrance filled her nose. Under the slow cooking of the stove, the color of the fish in the pot is more attractive, and it makes people drool when they look at it.

He Yulei picked up the small spoon, gently scooped up a mouthful of the soup, brought it to her mouth and blew it, and swallowed it again. She licked her lips, and the expression on her face became more relaxed, as if she was very satisfied with her craft. After another minute or so, the woman extinguished the fire.

She struggled to untangle her apron and hung it in place. Bending down again, she couldn't help but sigh, the ache added a little tiredness to her, and the woman took out a stainless steel plate from the small white cupboard.

After that, He Yulei was patient again and gently swung a spatula. She brought the plate closer to her, carefully fiddling with the fish in the pot, and very slowly emptied it into the plate, lest it break.

When she had done all this, she clapped her hands contentedly, moved her arms again, and gently opened the kitchen door and brought the meal she had cooked to the table. Unplugged the rice cooker, filled the porcelain bowl with some orchids, and pressed the rice shovel into the porcelain bowl as if he was a little unwilling.

It was like lunch, and the sound of the piano did not stop, and the boy still sat upright on the piano bench. The clock on the wall of the living room had gone through several circles, but He Beifan did not feel tired at all. There was some soreness in his wrist, but the boy didn't take it to heart, this little discomfort in front of the music he loved was nothing at all, it was too insignificant. Now Bei Fan only has that sheet music in his heart, and he must play it perfectly today, as if everything else is superfluous and not worth his attention at all.

Therefore, Beifan has no way of knowing what his mother is doing, he just wants to immerse himself in his music world. He Yulei didn't bother him directly, but raised her head first to look at the old watch. Even without the protection of the glass cover, it did not affect the accuracy of this old watch in the slightest. The hour hand on the dial points in the direction of twelve o'clock, and almost three hours have passed. Why is this kid still sitting on the piano bench, He Yulei couldn't help but feel a little distressed when she thought about it.

"Beifan, it's time to eat, Fan." As she spoke, she walked to the chopsticks basket in the kitchen again, "Come on, the braised fish I made today is your favorite food." He Yulei urged.

But He Beifan had no intention of stopping, he was always more mature than his peers, so things like food were no longer enough to attract his attention. He still looked attentive, his fingers skillfully playing on the keyboard, and he didn't dare to take it lightly, "Oh, I know Mom." I'm not hungry, you can eat first. His faint words were just too engrossed, and there was nothing perfunctory about it.

"Look at you kid, you eat so early in the morning, and you still say you're not tired." The woman sighed, and reproached rather distressedly, "You've been practicing the piano for three hours, so it's time to rest for a while." You can't keep playing, you have to learn how to combine work and rest. ”

"No, Mom. You can eat it first, I haven't practiced this repertoire yet. Today's task has not yet been completed, so there is no reason to relax. Bei Fan frowned unconsciously when he spoke, he always liked to be honest with himself, and this time was no exception. After all, it doesn't hurt to be yourself.

"Alright, Fan." Normally, He Yulei would shut up and do her own thing, but this time she didn't, she couldn't help but be a little worried about Beifan's body, "Even if you want to practice, you should finish eating and then practice." Otherwise, I'll keep bounce like this and starve my stomach. The woman looked a little unwilling and then added, "Listen to my mother, come over to eat first, and then practice after eating." ”

Mother worked hard to cook the meal, and when it came to this, where was there any reason not to agree. He Beifan is stubborn, and when he is doing his best for one thing, he seems to isolate the whole world from himself. No one could bother him, not even those closest to him.

"Okay, Mom, I'll eat it after I'm done playing this, you can eat first." He has always been filial, so when he has a disagreement with his mother, he is not to say that he is obedient, at least, it also makes He Yulei sound very relieved.

"Well, okay." He Yulei reluctantly agreed, she didn't feel anything about eating, as if it was just an essential task in life. So, I turned around and went to the kitchen again. Come to think of it, my own children are really competitive. Let's not talk about how much He Beifan has achieved for the time being, but at least he is trying his best to take care of his life, so even if he doesn't have any halo, there is nothing bad.

The woman thought about it and wiped the stove vigorously again, and smiled with satisfaction. At this moment, the phone on the board rang, "Who, call at noon." She was thinking, a little impatient, and when the woman saw the name displayed on the phone screen, she had the urge to hang up. Why did he call, didn't he abandon his wife and children to start a family with others, and now he is contacting himself for something.

But He Yulei's heart was curious, so she finally picked up the phone, "Hey." She cleared her throat, as if trying to calm herself, "Well, what are you calling for?" This kind of questioning is like a sharp knife, but in fact, He Yulei is just a little unwilling, her good home was ruined like this, and the man on the other side of the earpiece has no remorse at all.

Unexpectedly, He Li became arrogant, He Yulei was impatient, but he was even more impatient than her, "I called naturally to find you something, do you think I want to call you?" His voice was so cold and disgusting, "I called you to tell you. I won't be able to pay child support in the future, so you can do it yourself. He Li's attitude was so indifferent, as if he didn't take Beifan's son in his eyes at all.

"What?" He Yulei couldn't believe her ears, she didn't expect that one day, the man who loved her so much would shamelessly land like this, and refused to leave even a thousand yuan a month in child support to their mother and son, "What do you mean, He Li, before Beifan was eighteen years old, you had the responsibility to raise you, and you still want to shirk it, right?" She almost shouted as if she couldn't suppress her anger, and this sudden rebuke seemed to be noticed by He Beifan. The melodious sound of the piano in the room stopped.

"I'm telling you, He Li, it's impossible, you have to worry about the child's affairs, it's your responsibility as a father." He Yulei couldn't help sobbing, but she was trying to lower her voice. For fear that her conversation with He Li would be heard by Beifan, no matter how much she hated He Li, she couldn't bear to hurt him as long as it was her own flesh and blood.

"Being a father?" A sneer came from the other end of the phone, followed by more vicious words, "It's a pity." I am now a father of three sons. Wenwen, she gave birth again. So, there's no way, this son will be yours alone in the future. As for me, I have a limited salary, and I can't do anything about it, so I'm sorry. Such ruthless words were lightly written in He Li's mouth, and he spit out easily.

"He Li, you are shameless, you ......" He Yulei wanted to scold him again, but the phone was hung up like this.