The light in the room was lonely on, and in the huge living room, He Yulei leaned listlessly on the sofa like a frosted eggplant. This is the fourth day that Beifan has left home, but the woman's face is already as if she is terminally ill, and her haggard looks like it is deep in the bone marrow, but this is also understandable, her baby son is the meat of her heart.

The originally clean room also became disorganized at this time, the floor was a large handful of women's hair, and the gladiolus on the balcony began to turn yellow due to lack of water, but no one took care of it.

Bei Fan is not there, everything around has become lifeless, even the coffee table that has always been tidy up, but at this time it is full of all kinds of sundries, but he Yulei doesn't look at these, and there are only two words in the woman's heart now: "Fanfan." Other than that, nothing else could get into her eyes.

And what is tangled at this moment, what is He Yulei? Zhong Yuze had already accompanied He Beifan to the red residential building, but just as he was about to enter the door, Beifan suddenly stopped, of course, all this was also expected by Yuze.

"What's the matter, get in." He urged a little impatiently, but Yu Ze immediately restrained his temperament, because he understood that what Bei Fan needed more at this time was comfort, "Let's go, Fan, it's not a matter of standing at the door all the time." ”

As he spoke, the young man dragged Beifan towards the corridor, but Fan's footsteps were a little slow, so he kept holding him, such a short staircase, but they walked very slowly. He Beifan is now like an old man over half a hundred years old, and he even needs someone to help him walk.

"What to do? How do I explain this to her? Will she forgive me? When it came to the end, Beifan was still confused, and he didn't have a clue at all. It was not so much that he was afraid of his mother's loss, but that he was more afraid of her tears. Thinking that I was angry for a while, I actually did such a wrong thing, I don't know how sad my mother should be.

He was secretly cheering himself up in his heart, and Yu Ze's big hand fell on his shoulder again, although he didn't say too much, he just patted it gently, but told him how to face it next.

"It's okay, Auntie will miss you very much. You really don't have to worry. Yu Ze raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of a smile on his otherwise serious cheeks. Beifan was distracted by Yu Ze's words, he knew that he had to pass his own hurdle, and everything else was superfluous.

The night outside was already very thick, but the two of them stood on the stairs so steadily, and they were in a state of stiffness. I don't know how many times the echo light above my head went out, and Beifan's palms finally stopped being cold. "That's it, that's it, even if my mother can't forgive me, it's my own fault first, if she wants to beat or scold, let her go." Thinking like this, He Beifan couldn't help but feel a little better in his heart, and finally took a seemingly difficult step.

When they came to the door of Beifan's house, the young man put his ear to the door, and the room was quiet, and there was no movement. At this point, according to common sense, my mother should have fallen asleep. Thinking like this, He Beifan's hand that was stretched out just now stopped in mid-air again, and in the next second, the boy's arm retracted, subconsciously wanting to reach into his trouser pocket to find something.

It's a pity that He Beifan turned over the pockets on his body, but there was nothing, he turned the pockets he had just turned out one by one with a frustrated face, and at the same time as the lights on the stairs went out, he couldn't help but sigh, he was in a hurry when he left, and even forgot to bring the key to the door.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Yuze is not a careful person, he naturally can't understand what Beifan is thinking, "What are you looking for?" The boy asked, curious and uncertain.

"Oh, I forgot my house key." Fan's tone sounded calm, but in fact he felt the urge to cry. At this moment, his mood seemed to be extremely contradictory. I haven't been home for a few days, and I don't know if it's appropriate to knock on the door now. He Beifan even had the worst thought in his brain, his mother opened the door, and then pointed to his nose and scolded himself as a bad man, and even slapped himself a few times in tears.

The boy didn't want to think about things so badly, but he had to admit that there was such a possibility. On the contrary, Zhong Yuze didn't have such a good patience to wait for him.

"If you don't have a key, just knock on the door." Yu Ze's words were said lightly, and it was obvious that he had no way to empathize with this matter. Therefore, before He Beifan could reply, he did not leave him a chance to react and started in advance. There was a knock on the door that looked slightly bulky.

"Hey, don't, you ......" He Beifan reacted at this time, and wanted to dissuade him, but it was too late, the door had already been knocked on by Zhong Yuze, and it was obviously impossible to take it back.

At this moment, He Yulei was lying on the sofa weakly, although she felt very sleepy, she did not sleep. In fact, the woman has not closed her eyes for several days and nights for the sake of her beloved son, her heart cannot be at ease, and sleeping has become a very difficult thing for her. In contrast, insomnia has become the norm.

But the knock on the door at this moment suddenly made He Yulei realize something, and in the next second, she sat up from the sofa in ecstasy. But the woman's eyes were sluggish, and she looked a little confused. In fact, she was not sure if the door of the house was really ringing. It couldn't be that she was having auditory hallucinations, she thought like this without confidence, and the heavy dark circles under her eyes made her even weaker.

But when the knock sounded again, He Yulei's ears became more keen, the door did ring, and it sounded so real, no different from knocking on a woman's heart. Intuition told her that Fan Fan was back, and it must be that the child she had been looking forward to day and night had returned to her. Yes, it must be so.

Therefore, He Yulei didn't care about wearing slippers, her hair was messily draped over her shoulders, but she didn't care about tying it up, which she had always been delicate. Instead, her pajamas were unbuttoned at the top and a tired look on her face.

The woman was like this, hurrying barefoot across the cold floor, and she looked like a wandering beggar, but she didn't bother to twist the handle of the door. In fact, the dejected appearance of the mother who lost her child is no better than that of a beggar on the side of the road.

The moment the door was opened, He Yulei was stunned, standing in front of the door was the baby who made the woman worry about her day and night, her tears came out of her eyes, and she smashed down without any disguise. In this way, He Beifan, who was not psychologically prepared, seemed extremely flustered, and helplessness was no longer enough to describe the current state of the young man. He only felt that his brain was blank, his lips trembled slightly, and he didn't say the words behind "Mom, I'm ......", because he was really startled by the woman's gaffe.

She looked so excited that tears were pouring down her face, and her whole body was extremely dark. Look at the feet of the **, where is this my mother. The crying woman in front of her didn't seem to have any connection with her mother with exquisite makeup, they were clearly two people.

But before He Beifan could think about anything, he was already tightly held in his arms by He Yulei. His mother held him to death, and Van's arm even felt a little pain, but he didn't speak. The silence became speechless at this time, and he hadn't hugged his mother for a long time. Perhaps, it's because I've grown up, or maybe there's some other reason. Beifan hadn't had such an intimate act for a long time, because it was a bit naïve for a sixteen-year-old boy, so many times, he had to suppress his expression of love. Due to the variety of studies, Fan felt that he had become more selfish, and in many cases, he could not understand the hard work of the woman in front of him. So, again and again, I failed her. People like themselves who don't know how to be grateful may not be worthy of this flawless maternal love, thinking like this, Beifan's guilt swells out uncontrollably like a tide.

Zhong Yuze saw the mother and son hugging each other and crying, and was happy for his iron buddy from the bottom of his heart. He went home, and Yu Ze seemed to have a heart. Thinking that he was also an outsider, he left without saying hello.

"Mom, I was wrong." In He Yulei's warm arms, Beifan finally mustered up the courage to come up with such a sentence. Compared with the days of worrying outside, He Beifan is now more willing to quietly snuggle in his mother's arms to listen to her heartbeat and accept this unique love in the world.

"You don't have to say it, I know that Fan, it's my mother who made you feel wronged." Under the soft light of the foyer, He Yulei's arm refused to let go. When I saw him, it seemed that all my troubles had been thrown out of the clouds. At this moment, she is only willing to be an ordinary mother, and such simple and sure happiness is enough for her.

Zhong Yuze had already walked out of the courtyard of the Beijia family, and the scene of Beifan being tightly held in his aunt's arms just now was still floating in his mind.

It's really ridiculous to think about Beifan, with such a loving mother, what does he have to worry about.

The night became more intense, and for some reason, Zhong Yuze always felt that his heart was empty, as if something was missing. I've been running around for too long today, and I'm a little homesick. There will always be a place in this world that brings him an inexplicable sense of belonging when he is tired. Thinking like this, Zhong Yuze unconsciously quickened his pace.