"Zhixun, Beichen, get up and eat." Xie Lan had just turned off the range hood, and the woman carefully scooped out a few fried eggs from the oil pan with a spatula, and she untied her apron, looking a little tired. Xie Lan got up very early today, all of this lies in Zhixun, as a wife, she must take care of his stomach.

In the microwave oven was bread that had already been baked, Xie Lan opened the small door of the microwave oven and took out a stack of bread from it, but the two people she called did not respond for a long time, and the woman couldn't help but be a little anxious, "Zhixun, Beichen, get up." Xie Lan shouted again, and at the same time saw He Beichen walking out in pajamas, because he slept too late last night, Beichen was very tired, his dark circles looked very heavy, but in front of his mother, the young man didn't even dare to yawn, he endured the sleepiness and walked to the washroom, but he still had to obey Xie Lan's counts behind his back.

"He Beichen, why are you up so late today?" Xie Lan had already put the baked bread on the dining table, her brows were slightly furrowed, obviously dissatisfied with He Beichen's performance, and the corners of her somewhat pale mouth twitched, "Ah, where have you lost your habit of getting up early now?" Do you have to let me supervise you every day? The more Xie Lan spoke, the more angry he became, and his voice rose eight degrees. But He Beichen didn't think so, in fact, he was tired of his mother's strength.

Therefore, the young man walked to the bathroom without any scruples, completely ignoring Xie Lan's shouting behind his back, which made the woman even more angry, and she couldn't help but pat the dinner table, "You kid, I'm talking to you, did you hear me?" There was obvious anger on her cheeks, but Bei Chen naturally couldn't see it. At this time, he looked at the slightly decadent face in the mirror, and just lowered his head and rubbed it with cold water, his mother rushed over with an arrow, "He Beichen, I called you a few times, didn't you hear?" Xie Lan's tone was very arrogant, and he glanced at Beichen angrily.

But the boy is unusually indifferent, in fact, he is no longer the little boy who obeys his mother's words and obeys. Like all adolescent children, he also began his own rebellious period, as his studies continued to increase, Beichen's rebellious aversion became stronger and stronger, and he was also sensible, so naturally he would not do anything out of proportion, but he was always cold.

"If there's anything, please wait until I'm done washing my face." Bei Chen said, a handful of cold water and scrubbed on his face, the young man enjoyed it very much, in fact, he hadn't carefully rubbed his cheeks for a long time, firstly, because there were always new wounds on such soft skin, and secondly, he was in too much hurry every day, so that he didn't have time to take care of himself. Because his mother told him that he had to be excellent, he couldn't sleep lazy or sleep in a video game city. Even racing against time every day, even when taking a shower, he had to pinch his watch, this kind of life made He Beichen extremely tired, he was really tired, and at this time he just wanted to wash his face seriously, and Xie Lan couldn't fulfill her wish.

The woman twisted the water faucet violently, the soap bubbles on Beichen's cheeks had not been washed away, and the young man straightened up helplessly, even though his eyes were stung a little by the foam, but he still turned in the direction of his mother, with anger on his face, but at this time, he He Beichen was the person who should be the most angry, "What are you doing?" The dissatisfaction in his heart has accumulated for too long, and he will naturally have a time to vent, the young man frowned, thinking that Xie Lan is also the best among his mothers. He didn't think there was anything wrong with this roar, he just expressed his thoughts appropriately, but in Xie Lan's eyes, he was very wrong.

The woman's face became even more ugly, she didn't expect that one day, the child she was pulling with her own hands would talk to her like this, and the anger in her heart couldn't help but burst out, "I'll ask you." What's your attitude? Xie Lan's hands were crossed on his waist, "He Beichen, your wings are stiff, I can't control you, can I?" Her voice was loud, and it seemed to carry a kind of crying, "Why are you up late today?" You've been trying to be lazy lately, haven't you? He Beichen felt very helpless about Xie Lan's aggressiveness, but those beautiful eyes had already been soaked in some soap, so he had no time to deal with his mother now.

He Beichen reluctantly relented, "I'm sorry, I was wrong." His tone was very calm, and he couldn't hear the slightest fluctuation, what the young man was eager to do now was to clean the foam on his cheeks, Xie Lan seemed to see Bei Chen's attitude, and the woman couldn't help but sigh, "Okay, I'll talk about you after you wash your face." Then Xie Lan shook his face and walked towards the dining room angrily.

The ears were finally quiet, He Beichen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, the cold water droplets were constantly stimulating the nerves in the young man's face, but at this time he didn't want to think about anything. Rather than being frustrated by his mother's accusations, He Beichen at this time was more willing to empty himself, he didn't think about anything, just accepted the feeling of cold water washing on his skin.

The soap foam on his cheeks was fading little by little, and with the rinsing of the water, the face looked more refreshed, but it was a little tired. The boy rubbed it twice, as if satisfied, and slowly twisted the water tap in the bathroom, and the surroundings immediately fell silent. The sparkling drops of water continued to flow down the boy's cheeks.

Beichen couldn't help but grab the dry towel on the shelf, and he began to carefully wipe his face. He Beichen's eyes couldn't help but fall in front of the shining mirror. He still felt a pain when the dry towel was applied to the wound on his face, but he gritted his teeth without the slightest concern. He must take care of himself today, only then will he have the motivation to face the heavy workload.

The scars on the cheek in front of him looked so abrupt, like patches sewn on a fancy suit, and he looked at them silently, thinking that it would be better to look at them a few more times, otherwise they might change their faces in a few days. Beichen wiped it carefully, for fear of hurting himself again. He has always been indifferent to himself, but at this time, He Beichen was extremely meticulous, and it seemed that he had never looked at himself so seriously to examine his wounds.

The drops of water on his cheeks had been wiped off by the dry towel in the young man's hand, but for some reason, He Beichen still didn't want to step out of this small space. It's not so much a bathroom, it's more like a refuge for Beichen Linduo, he looked at that face carefully, there are many less immature peers, if you encounter trouble, you can solve it bravely, Beichen knows in his heart that he must not be able to escape, "Alas." The boy sighed, clenched his fists again, and cheered himself up.

Half a minute later, He Beichen, who had finished washing, appeared in front of Xie Lan, and the young man sat down at the dining table casually, picked up the milk cup with a little calm, and took a sip absentmindedly. But he knew that this breakfast was not so easy to eat in his stomach, and sure enough, Xie Lan's face changed in the next second. She didn't expect that when her son did something wrong, he could still be in such a cynical state, which couldn't help but make her angry.

"Put the milk cup in your hand down for me and stand up." The woman's voice was almost hoarse, and that feeling was eager to rip off He Beichen's skin. Beichen naturally knew that he had done something wrong, he had always been conscious, and there was no need to explain anything to his mother at this time, the young man put down the milk cup in his hand without saying a word, and stood up from his chair, but he still looked expressionless, Beichen looked ahead, and there was no fear in his slightly tired eyes. Even if he had already complied, Xie Lan's anger could not be so easily quelled.

"He Beichen, you are really good at it now." Xie Lan's tone was very mean, her eyebrows were furrowed together, and she looked a little ugly, "What?" I've been sticking to the habit for more than three years and I can't maintain it now, can I? Her tone couldn't help but be a little sad, and there was a kind of anger that hated iron and steel. But Bei Chen couldn't fully understand Xie Lan's painstaking efforts, he stood there, biting his lower lip helplessly, looking very melancholy.

But it is not a way to maintain such an impasse any longer, Bei Chen rolled his eyes and seemed to understand something, "I'm sorry, I disappointed you again." In the end, he vomited in a distracted manner, as if he had been cornered by his mother, and he didn't know how to explain it to his mother now. He Beichen didn't know Xie Lan's temperament, she always cared about her every small mistake. What's more, a mistake like snooze is no longer a trivial matter in the eyes of his mother, and no matter what he says, it is just a quibble in her Xie Lan's eyes. But the woman in front of her could not be perfunctory if Bei Chen said two good words.

"Excuse me?" Xie Lan sneered, her cheeks became a little more cold at this time, "He Beichen, do you think I can forgive you if you say I'm sorry?" Do you think that if you express your guilt, I will indulge you in sleeping? Her tone was very stiff, and she seemed unrelenting.

"Nope." He Beichen's tone was very firm, he naturally didn't mean this, in fact, the young man's late rise today was also for a reason, if it wasn't for last night's late sleep, I'm afraid he wouldn't be as listless as now, for a good habit like getting up early, He Beichen is naturally willing to maintain it, but the desire to sleep is also the basic desire of people, in more cases, such a desire is impossible to control, but Xie Lan naturally will not understand. The woman's eyes only have her son's studies, as for the rest, Xie Lan doesn't care about anything, even if her baby son has dark circles under his eyes early in the morning, Xie Lan will take it for granted.

The boy's head was bowed, he would always be a weak person in front of such a strong mother, "I was wrong, I won't be late in the future." His voice was very low, revealing a little helplessness, those eyes were full of pleading, this is just a small thing in itself, but Xie Lan wants to put it on the table to talk about, he doesn't want his mother to expand this matter further, but Xie Lan is Xie Lan, and she has always chosen to be strict on the issue of He Beichen's education.

"You won't be late again." The woman smiled, but it was the obvious wry smile, "Then tell me, how do you want me to believe you?" Is it just your word for it? He Beichen has always been self-disciplined, but he has not been trusted by his mother Xie Lan at all, which inevitably makes the young man feel a little chilled. He didn't refute for himself, let alone promise anything to Xie Lan, He Beichen didn't think there was any need for this. Therefore, he just stood there dumbfounded, his bloodless lower lip biting tighter and tighter.