When the sky was slightly bright, He Beifan got out of bed quite tiredly.

Last night, Fan stayed awake all night, and more often than not, the young man's eyes were staring straight at the ceiling. Although, what he was thinking, even he didn't know. He Beifan sighed softly and walked to the balcony rather lonely.

He Beifan gently pressed the balcony lamp, the soft and dim light was sprinkled on the young man's shoulder, facing the glass window in front of him, Beifan could see his injured face, his side face was red and swollen.

Beifan didn't feel much pain, but his mother came too suddenly. Since she was a child, this is the first time He Yulei has beaten herself, but she has done it so ruthlessly.

It's ridiculous to think about it now, the mother actually thought that she would do those dirty things, and the boy stared at his high swollen cheeks, and those black eyes couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Anyway, there are some things he categorically won't tell her, He Beifan would rather let her down than let He Yulei discover her secret.

Thinking like this, the expression in He Beifan's eyes became more and more indifferent, as usual, the young man sat in front of the piano intently, and there was no fluctuation on his injured cheeks.

The melodious piano sound, his usual tune, but when he played it again today, it only added a little melancholy.

He Yulei's sleep is also very shallow, and the woman lies on the bed tossing and turning, and she can't fall asleep. She couldn't figure out how her son could have become like this. Did you blame him?

But how to explain the money in Beifan's pocket. He Yulei thought about it for a long time, but she didn't come up with a single idea.

It's not that she didn't hear He Beifan's movements, it's just that she didn't plan to disturb him, but wanted him to be quiet for a while, reflect on it, and see if there was some room for improvement.

It's just that He Beifan didn't take last night's incident to heart at all, he didn't feel that he had done anything wrong, and at the same time, he didn't complain about his mother's mistakes for him. At this time, he was engrossed in his piano, and his slender fingers were attached to the staggered black and white keys, which was an indescribable nobility.

Even if Beifan didn't rest well last night, the young man still sat upright on the piano bench this morning. Sometimes, the unbearable reality makes him want to devote himself to another world, and only in this way can he add some pleasure to his life.

At that time, He Yulei couldn't sit still on the bed anymore, and the woman simply got up from the bed.

He Yulei wore her hair loosely, inevitably a little decadent, that slightly old face may not have rested well, He Yulei's cheeks were like frosted eggplants, and the spots on her skin made her look rough and lifeless.

He Yulei walked slowly to the living room of the room, and the woman had to turn her head sideways again and glanced at the young man sitting on the piano bench. Fortunately, Beifan didn't notice himself. The boy's eyes were closed, and his injured cheek was extremely focused.

Beifan's red and swollen face made He Yulei inevitably regret a little, he did something wrong, but was it too heavy for himself.

Thinking so, the woman walked towards Beifan, but she looked at him fixedly but did not speak.

The boy naturally heard his mother's footsteps, but he didn't know what to say to her, so he simply didn't say a word, which was a tacit understanding that their mother and son rarely had. Anyway, He Yulei didn't want to stand here stupidly, so she turned around and went to the refrigerator to get eggs, showing her absent-mindedness.

A quarter of an hour later, He Yulei shoveled the fried soft and golden eggs into a white porcelain plate, took out two cups of hot milk from the microwave, and called him as usual, "Beifan, come over for dinner." It's just that the tone is not as gentle as before, but a little more cold.

"Well, here we go." He Beifan didn't care about his mother's strangeness at all, and he was very calm about the breakfast afterwards.

The young man walked down from the piano bench rather quickly, his deep eyes became more and more calm at this time, he went to wash his fingers first, and then sat down at the dining table.

He Yulei's attitude was very unusually indifferent, she didn't say a word, just chewed the steamed buns by herself.

Seeing his mother so indifferent, Beifan also had a lot of eyes, just burying his head in eating his own food. This deadlock lasted for six or seven minutes, and was finally broken by He Beifan, who really didn't want to be as cold as his mother anymore.

"You're still mad at me?" He put down his chopsticks and carefully sighed at her.

He Yulei was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect He Beifan to ask herself so much, and then she sighed deeply, but those eyes were like a sharp blade stabbing at him. "Tell me why you're doing this?" He Yulei pressed him again.

He Beifan's expression became very wooden, but the voice spit out by the thin lips seemed very firm, "I don't." ”

His categorical cut was a big lie in her eyes.

"You've disappointed me." He Yulei didn't want to reprimand him anymore, but she had an inexplicable sense of powerlessness in her heart, and the child she brought up with one hand did such a thing, which really made He Yulei unable to accept it for a while.

"He Beifan, you are already 16 years old." The woman seemed to be casually chewing the steamed bun in her hand, but her voice became more and more stern.

"At this age, you can start a business before you can do it. I don't want to say anything about you anymore, you know for yourself. He Yulei had never said such depressing words, her voice was very soft, but it slashed at He Beifan's heart like a knife.

"Mom, I really don't." Obviously he had made mental preparations before serving the table, but Beifan didn't know why he was so excited, and the young man stood up from his seat suddenly, his tired eyes were a little red at this moment, and his voice was trembling.

The palm marks on that cheek made He Yulei look distressed, but she didn't know how to trust him.

He Yulei was silent for a long time and didn't speak, just took a few mouthfuls of shredded potatoes in a pot, and didn't say a word to He Beifan. As everyone knows, what she did made He Beifan feel even more sad.

"Don't be angry with me anymore, I really didn't do anything to be sorry for my conscience." He Beifan's voice couldn't help but choke up a little.

He is not afraid of what others think of him, but even the person who loves him the most now treats him as a liar, and Beifan really can't bear such a blow.

But then, his mother's words made Beifan's heart extremely cold.

"You know very well what you have done wrong, and there is no need to explain it to me." He Yulei said, completely ignoring the young man's feelings, stood up straight, and was about to walk towards the kitchen. "Mom." Behind him, the child's shouts came coldly.

Bei Fan's next words became compromised, "I was wrong, you can beat me." The young man's eyes were moist, even if he didn't want to do this, he felt that he hadn't done anything wrong, but his mother was not angry and kept talking coldly to him, and He Beifan's heart couldn't get over this hurdle.

He pursed his lower lip, and his voice was a little hoarse, "I admit that I stole this thousand dollars." ”

He Yulei couldn't hold back her emotions all of a sudden, and she couldn't help but burst out.

"Then why are you lying, and you're telling me you didn't?" The woman's eyes were red with anger, her hands were clenched very tightly, and she was still trembling slightly.

"You made it clear, whose did you steal?" Her voice was very high-pitched, which made He Beifan feel apprehensive for no reason.

"My brother." After hesitating for a moment, the young man had some difficulty in fulfilling this lie. As everyone knows, doing this by himself will make my mother even more sad.

"You brute." He Yulei played with her messy hair and cried loudly.

"How many times have I told you, you have to be upright, you shouldn't do anything with your conscience, what about you?" Her voice trembled, and on her cheeks was a sadness that the boy had never seen before.

"You're so young now, you're going to steal money. So what about you in the future, what will you do in the future? ”

She looked at her child sadly, a kind of incurable suffering, and large tears flowed from her eyes.

"I've worked so hard to pull you to such a big point, why are you so uncompetitive." He Yulei whimpered, which made Beifan's heart hurt like a pinprick.

The boy did not hesitate any longer, but silently walked to the living room and picked up the belt on the sofa, then returned to his mother and handed her the belt in his hand.

"You fight." Bei Fan's voice was very low, which was a sense of grievance that he had never felt before, and he stretched out his left hand tremblingly.

He Yulei held back her tears, she realized that she must let He Beifan have a long memory, otherwise, he would do such a stealing thing next time.

"It's your own fight, don't blame me for being ruthless." He Yulei bit her lip tightly, and the belt in her hand fell heavily.

It was just an instant that He Beifan had an unforgettable pain, if it was in normal times, he would definitely cry out, but this time the young man suppressed the pain deeply.

It's just that He Yulei's hand is getting stronger and stronger, Beifan really can't bear it, his palm is already red and swollen, and then he subconsciously retracts back, but he was severely reprimanded by his mother.

"Shrink what, give me a flat hand." Then he hit it unceremoniously.

"I told you to steal, next time you dare to do such a thing as stealing chickens and dogs, I will chop your hands for me, don't think I don't dare."

He Yulei was really mad by Beifan, the woman seemed to have lost her mind, and she didn't care about the teenager's ability to bear it at all, but it seemed to be spreading fire.

"You still play the piano, what do you play. You learn the rules for me first. ”

He Yulei was out of breath in annoyance, Beifan naturally didn't expect his mother to be so angry, his hands were already swollen high, but he didn't say a word of complaint.

It's just that he has been in pain for too long, and he is a little numb, looking at his mother's anger, the stone that the young man pressed in his heart fell to the ground instead.