"Mom, Mom, I'm back." He Beifan's tone today was very urgent, in fact, he had never arrived home so early as now, because he had something very important to tell his mother, which made her a little impatient.

"Oh, Xiaofan, you're back." He Yulei walked to the door and handed He Beifan slippers, "How is it?" Is there anything new at school today? He Yulei said and helped He Beifan remove his backpack.

He Beifan stretched his shoulders. "Oh, Mom, I'm going to tell you something." He spoke in a sluggish tone and sat down at the small table in front of the door.

He Yulei was taken aback by her son's serious appearance, and she sat down at the dinner table with him, "What's wrong?" What's the matter, so serious. She felt a little strange.

"Mom." He Beifan licked his lips, "I said it, don't be angry." He Beifan carefully observed his mother's face and found that her face was not bad, so he was more bold.

"What's the matter? You said. He Yulei felt very strange about her spitting, "You have something to say quickly, don't let me have so much psychological pressure." Yu Lei said, turned and walked into the kitchen, and poured him a glass of hot milk.

"Here, drink it while it's hot, drink more milk, and you can grow taller." He Yulei smiled and patted Beifan's head gently, which made He Beifan even more embarrassed, what he wanted to say was stubbornly blocked in the eyes of the noise.

He didn't take the milk cup in front of him, as if he had made a big decision, and spit out, "Mom, I want to study art." This sentence has been held in his heart for a long time, and he must say it today.

"What did you say?" He Haolei was really surprised, he didn't expect his child to be so stubborn, He Beifan looked at his mother's eyes carefully, his heart was full of guilt, he didn't know his mother's difficulties, but he stubbornly chose his dream.

"Xiao Fan." He Yulei only sighed in the end, "Your cultural class is not bad, if you choose science, you can go to a very good school in the future." She revealed her inner thoughts to the child.

"Mom, but music is what I really love, nothing else." Beifan tried to calm his mood and make himself look less excited, "So, I want to do what I love." ”

When it came to this, Beifan's intentions were also obvious, he originally thought that He Yulei would count him down, but she didn't. She just sat at the dinner table and sighed all the time, cultivating an art student, for a single mother, how much courage it takes to put in, it goes without saying.

"Xiaofan, it's not that I don't support your idea. It's just ......" He Yulei really couldn't go on, and there was a rare embarrassed expression on her face. Their conversation was at an impasse. This situation lasted for just a few minutes, and He Beifan regretted it, how could he do this. The woman in front of him was the one who gave birth to him and raised him, and he made her so embarrassed.

If he He Beifan can grow up healthy and happy, this is He Yulei's credit, and he shouldn't ask for her? Ask for more. In the end, he chose to give in, after all, if his mother had a hard time, then he would not be happy even if he transferred to the art class.

"Mom." After a long time, He Beifan gently spit out a sentence, "Otherwise, I'll go study science." I'm not going to study music. As soon as he said this, his tears would fall, and he gave up his original decision, so what was his He Beifan's efforts for so long. But when his mother hesitated, everything he did became insignificant.

He had thought that their conversation would be like this, and that his mother would definitely agree to do so. Unexpectedly, He Yulei overturned her original idea after some hard thinking. She didn't want to affect Beifan's original life choice because of her own reasons and family conditions, even if she was not optimistic, she still chose to support it. Because Beifan likes it, he has such a dream, and that's enough.

"Xiao Fan." He Yulei pursed her lips a little sadly, "If you really decide to study music, Mom supports you." Not all mothers can say this, and not all mothers can be as reasonable as He Yulei.

Her kindness made He Beifan unwilling to accept it, "Mom." I also know that it is not easy for you to pull me up, so ......" His words were slurred, but they were full of love for his mother.

"You don't have to say any more." He Yulei had already thought about it, "Fan, I won't let you be wronged because of the conditions of the family." Now that you've decided, let it go. She didn't think about it, she had been thinking about it for a long time, and she didn't see He Beifan's musical talent.

"Mom, thank you." He Beifan was excited, he would never have thought that this matter would go so smoothly, he didn't seem to have said anything to his mother, he just simply expressed his wishes, and that was enough.

"Where, as long as you are down-to-earth and willing to work, no matter what choice you make, I will support you unconditionally." He Yulei smiled, her smile was very beautiful, and it contained strong love.

"Mom." He Beifan was more moved than happy at this time, "I will work hard, I will not let you down." I know you've worked hard, so I'm going to do my best. "It's so strange, he had given up his idea in pain, but now he was full of motivation because of his mother's encouragement.

Bei Fan took out the note from his trouser pocket, now it seems that he is useless, he will go to Yin Dixiao next week, now that he thinks about it, since he has made a choice, there is no reason to hesitate anymore.

"Beifan, then, are you going to transfer to the school's art class?" He Yulei looked a little worried, but a pair of white hands did not stop, picked up the milk cup beside her and blew it.

"Well, yes. It's time for me to get to know a new bunch of friends. He Beifan looked very happy, he took the warm milk from his mother's hand and took a sip slightly, "I think this will be a new beginning." ”

Mother and son were talking when the door to the living room rang, "Bah, yes." Someone was knocking on the door, "Who's going to be so late?" He Beifan was a little puzzled, but he was stunned the moment he opened the door, He Beichen was standing at the door, but his appearance was extremely embarrassed. Although he was wearing a school uniform, his hair was wrinkled and his cheeks were visibly bruised, as if he had been beaten by someone.

Such an elder brother, Beifan has never seen it, he has no schoolbag, his lips are dry and cracked, there are some bruises on his arms, and his sneakers are dirty and old, and they are covered with stains, all of which are not like He Beichen's style at all.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" He Beifan asked cautiously, he didn't understand why He Beichen became like this, but he had a strong sense of desire, and all this was guaranteed to be related to Xie Lan.

He Beifan's eyes were lowered, as if he couldn't open them. Probably because of the wound on his face, his expression was unusually stiff, a very cold feeling, he didn't say anything, just walked into the room silently.

"Beifan, who is at the door?" He Yulei walked up from the dining table with some confusion, but saw her nephew standing there in a daze, which startled He Yulei.

"Beichen, you're here, come and sit on the sofa." He Yulei greeted warmly, and at the same time, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, "What's wrong with you?" Got into a fight with someone else again. ”

He Beichen didn't care about changing his shoes, and staggered to the leather sofa and sat down, "Auntie, don't ask." He waved his hand in pain. When He Yulei saw Beichen's embarrassed look, she also guessed eight or nine. Since He Beichen didn't want to say it, she didn't want to ask any more, but turned around and went to the kitchen to make tea.

He Beifan kept looking at his brother's injured face, but Beichen looked ahead with a dull gaze, he didn't cry, and he didn't confide in him, which made He Beifan even more uncomfortable.

He originally wanted to ask his brother, but he felt that what he said now was superfluous. closed the mouth that had been opened, and now, he sat by his side without saying a word, which may be the best comfort for He Beichen.

He Yulei walked out with a pot of chrysanthemum tea, and when she saw the two brothers sitting there, she felt that her appearance was multi-fold. She poured the chrysanthemum tea into the teacup and brought it to He Beichen, "Chenchen, I'll put it here, you moisten your throat." ”

"Thank you, Auntie." He Beichen's voice had no temperature, and it sounded no less than a dying man.

"Then you talk first, I'll go back to my room and sleep first." He Yulei said and pretended to yawn.

In the quiet of the night, the light in the living room was still on, He Beichen looked at the bare wall, and spit out a sentence after a while, "Beifan, can I sleep with you today?" At home, I don't want to go back. ”

Brother's sudden question made Bei Fan a little dazed, "Huh? You sleep here. His eyes were astonished.

Bei Chen didn't understand Bei Fan's expression, so he misunderstood him, "If it's inconvenient, forget it." As he spoke, he stood up from his sand-pea, as if preparing to leave.

"Brother, you can sleep here tonight." Bei Fan also stood up and stepped forward to stop him, "It's dark outside, don't go." He said and gently patted him on the shoulder.

"Thank you, Fan." Beichen reluctantly squeezed out a smile, suddenly felt the pain, and immediately retracted it, all of which made He Beifan see it in his heart, he was as uncomfortable as if he had been stabbed by someone.

"Brother, I'll go get hot water. Take a hot shower, it's very relieving. As he spoke, he walked towards the kitchen, Bei Chen only felt that his limbs were weak, and he didn't want to take a single step, but leaned against the white pillar in the living room.