He Beifan lay extremely lazily on his small bed. The warm winter sun slowly sprinkled on the young man's body, Beifan turned over and continued to maintain his sleep state. Suddenly, there was a whimpering sound in his ears, and the young man couldn't help but be startled. He slowly opened his eyes, but the crying didn't stop.

Beifan suddenly woke up a little, and he slowly got up from the bed. The boy did not bother with the crying, but crept out of bed, and when he came to the drawing-room, he saw his mother standing a little weakly in front of the balcony. He didn't disturb her, just sat down on the couch in silence. "Why do you say that? Isn't he your child? HE Li: When did you become like this? Yes, you have your own family, but you are also responsible for your own actions. ”

He Yulei's choked voice made Beifan feel particularly uncomfortable, "Mom." The young man spit out a little helplessly, "What do you say to him?" He Beifan's sudden words startled He Yulei. You, when did you come out? He Yulei looked at him in surprise, as if some secret had been discovered.

"I just came out, what are you doing in such a panic?" He Yulei's panic made He Beifan feel like the second monk was at a loss. "No, nothing." He Yulei's eyes were red, showing a little weak-hearted.

He Beifan saw his mother's unhappiness, "Mom." Why are you crying? The look in the boy's eyes was very serious. What did you call him for? He looked at his mother quite calmly, waiting for him to answer his words, but He Yulei avoided mentioning it. That, what would you like to eat this morning? Her deliberate cover-up made He Beifan suspicious.

"I don't have much appetite." The boy replied somewhat perfunctorily. "You haven't answered my question yet, why are you crying?" He Beifan looked at her fixedly, and the posture seemed to force him to answer.

"It's nothing, you practice, I'll cook for you." He Yulei hurriedly stood up and walked towards the kitchen, her face looking a little haggard. "You rest for a while, I'll do it." The boy also stood up as he spoke, but was persuaded by He Yulei again, "What do you cook?" Just practice your piano well. I'll call you later when we're eating. ”

Seeing his mother say this, He Beifan didn't want to say anything more. Instead, he walked straight to the piano bench, and the young man sat down slowly, showing an absent-minded look. The slender fingers rested on the piano keys and stopped before they could play a few times. The boy pursed his lips, and his mother's red and swollen eyes appeared in front of him.

Why is she crying? Is it because of your own business? Beifan felt an indescribable loneliness in his heart, but more of a distress for his mother. Since she was a child, He Yulei has always tried her best to bring him a sense of security, but she always inadvertently leaks her paleness and powerlessness, these things He Beifan remembers little by little in his heart, but He Yulei has no way of knowing.

The boy sighed silently, and then began to play the music again. But he has been observing the movement in the kitchen, I don't know why He Beifan always has a sense of desire, his mother is still crying, but the range hood in the kitchen is still on, hiding all this very well. He Beifan also couldn't hold back his temperament. He then walked into the kitchen, and sure enough, as Beifan expected, she was still crying.

He Beifan was also an anxious child, and he could barely hold back his interruption of her. "Mom, what's wrong? You tell me the truth, why are you crying? He Beifan's expression was extremely serious, he was not joking with his mother, but really wanted to find out what was going on.

"I didn't cry. I just choked on the fumes. Until now, my mother was reluctant to tell the truth. This will inevitably disappoint Beifan. "I'm fine, why are you crying?" She explained a few words, but the boy didn't listen to them at all.

"You must be hiding something from me." Bei Fan's eyes turned white and began to doubt him.

"No, what can I hide from you? This kid is suspicious all day long. He Yulei complained to him a little weakly. Seeing that his mother refused to speak, He Beifan sighed helplessly. "If you don't want to say it, don't worry. If it's for my sake, it's a must. I've already figured it out. The boy's voice suddenly became agitated.

"When I was younger, I always minded not having a father, but now I figured it out. I could still live well without him. Beifan said that there was an indescribable sadness in his eyes. He actually had a feeling of wanting to cry, but he tried hard to swallow it in his stomach.

"I don't think there's anything, really, so. You don't need to take this matter to heart. The boy paused at this point, then continued, "I didn't want to go to see him. This time I went back and will never see you again. His expression was serious, like a never-before-seen decision.

"Do you really think so?" He Yulei sighed lightly, and actually felt a sense of relief. If He Beifan can not mind such a thing, it would be better. It's just that how could he not take such a thing to heart, it's just a kind of feigned strength. He Yulei is not a fragile woman after all, she still pressed her hardness deeply.

The boy didn't speak again, just nodded slightly. Beifan's lips were pursed tightly, as if he was tolerating something. "Wash your hands and get ready to eat." He Yulei tried to calm herself, but her eyes were still red and swollen.

The woman turned away and stopped looking at Beifan's slightly melancholy face. The boy silently walked out of the kitchen, and suddenly he understood. There are some things in life that can't be changed. And the only thing he can do is to digest it alone, try to pretend not to care, why is He Yulei standing in front of the pot not like this?

In front of the child, she tried her best to hide herself, pretending not to care, and her heart was already cold, and crying secretly was already her norm. She always thought that she was covering up well, but Beifan was not small. He is no longer a child, and many things, even if the mother doesn't say it, the boy can understand a little.

"Alright, it's time to eat." He Yulei said and extinguished the fire on the stove. She sighed softly, her eyes full of melancholy, as if she was thinking about something. The omelette in the frying pan was still steaming, and she couldn't afford to think about anything.