"Xiaobei, you are an adult, you should know how to distinguish between right and wrong. What your mother says, you weigh for yourself. Moreover, the prosperous era belongs to the Si family, and there is no such thing as a dictatorship. Luo Qingyue, Si Bei is back, it's not that you want to fight for the chess pieces that split the Si family.

If you still think that he is your son, you should respect him and his dreams, instead of letting a good young man be corrupted in your hands for your own selfish interests! ”

The sonorous, powerful and majestic voice made Luo Qingyue's crying voice stop in an instant, and she shrank her neck and didn't dare to look at the old man's eyes. That kind of contempt could break her!

As the second daughter-in-law of the Si family, she would be despised by her father-in-law, and she couldn't bear that kind of insult at all.

Sibei couldn't believe it, what did her mother say? Big brother isn't his own big brother? Brother-in-law? Why did an uncle come out of their house? The eldest brother treated him like a brother, and every year he came to visit him on behalf of his grandfather and them.

From food and clothing, to the choice of study, and the future path of life, he gave excellent advice, and even the best choice for himself, he supported him unconditionally.

He knew that his family had a company that could support him to study and paint outside in a carefree manner, but his eldest brother taught him that he was not paid for nothing. Although work-study is not enough, it has not developed the luxurious appearance of the rich second generation.

On the contrary, his mother asked him to choose a business path that he didn't like. Doesn't she know that there is never patience and fun for things that everyone doesn't like to do?

So what's the meaning of life?

Sinan patted Si Bei's shoulder comfortingly, and the silent comfort was the most fatal. Si Bei looked at his most admired eldest brother with red eyes, and wanted him to tell him that it wasn't true? He just couldn't accept it, but his mother's change really caught him off guard.

Sinan shook his head: "Don't worry about the rest, what do you want to do, Grandpa and I support you." The eldest brother still had something to do, so he left first. But what the second aunt said is right, I am really a little busy in the prosperous world alone, if you really hope that your brother is good, come and help me, and make me relaxed. ”

Facing Si Bei, Si Nan still regarded him as the young man who didn't understand anything and could only be grateful. There is nothing wrong with him at all, he has been dedicated to studying and painting all these years, and he really has very little contact with the outside world.

It's not that Sinan can't bear it, but Sibei, who really seems to have been kissed by an angel, is very kind-hearted. Let him believe in the sinister nature of the world, and he really can't be too deliberate. For example, his mother, only when he enjoys the purity of the outside world will he know the unbearable situation of the family, and he will no longer experience the difference under the purity of this society.

The boy is no longer young, and to educate him about these things, it should be his parents who teach him a lesson to lead by example. Of course, a selfish person like Luo Qingyue can only be used as a negative teaching material.

watched Sinan stride out, looked at his father who bowed his head and was silent, and his mother who was stunned by his grandfather. The nineteen-year-old boy, who was supposed to be a joyful return feast, was single-handedly destroyed by his respected mother.

He couldn't understand why his grandfather and eldest brother didn't appreciate it for his own good? He wants to learn to draw, what's wrong with being a painter? Do you have to be a businessman to show that he is a member of the Si family and to give full play to his value?

He can't do it!

"Dad, don't you support me either?"

Why do you like to draw? Because the first painting when he was young was completed by him and his father. Three people holding hands in the sunset, a happy family. Dad said that painting can reflect a person's yearning for life and reflect a person's inner world. What your heart looks like, the brush in your hand will show you what kind of world.

Dad loves to draw so much, he didn't become who he wanted to be, and now, he pursues his dreams, what's wrong?

No wonder Grandpa said not to tell Mom and Dad about the school and department he attended every time he called, and now he understands. The one who understands his mother is not him who thinks he is a mother, nor is he a father who is with him day and night by his pillow, but a grandfather who has been floating in the sea of wind and moon for dozens of years.

Si Yehong opened his mouth, he wanted to say that he supported him, but what was the use of saying it? He didn't know why he didn't speak, hadn't he already figured it out all these years?

How is the Si family, what does he do?

But now, why can't he even confide his inner thoughts?

"Father, Mother, I know! Your ideas are very good, but unfortunately, I still have to stick to my dreams. Even if my eldest brother is not my own eldest brother, he will still regard him as my most respected eldest brother. ”

He didn't like anything but paint. He didn't want to be a pawn in the struggle for fame and fortune in the hands of his parents. As grandpa said, he knows right from wrong. The eldest brother is not that kind of person, and the grandfather does not mean the eccentric eldest brother.

But his parents are no longer the relatives who love him in his memory.

Luo Qingyue sat paralyzed on the ground, a person who was not qualified to inherit the Si family desperately wanted to integrate into the Si family. A person with the blood of the Si family never thought of fighting, and even wanted to give up the interests that originally belonged to him.

What did she do? So that none of the two children can be turned into reality according to her ideas? What's so bad about being the head of the Si family? Why do you want to paint Naraush's painting?

How much does a painting sell for? How many can become famous? She can already foresee that Si Bei will not rise by the reputation of the Si family, but like Si Yehong at the beginning, he silently accumulates sorrow, then consumes enthusiasm, and now retreats to eliminate the silence after the years....

Nothing!

.........

The street lamps are swaying, the light attracts many moths, and the old houses on both sides of the road are as quiet as sleeping lions.

Si Bei sat on the wooden railing by the river, looking at the colorful lanterns in the distance, and the old house of the Si family was not far behind. It is said to be an old house, but the people who live here are either rich or expensive. Each family is a large courtyard with two entrances and three entrances, and they are all families who have had a prominent family background in the past.

Holding a beer bottle in his hand, he rarely drinks alcohol, feeling that this alcohol is too numbing people's minds. He'd only drunk four cans before he wanted to forget everything that had happened tonight.

"Hey, drink to kill your sorrows?"

A young man of the same age, wearing a No. 88 jersey, still holding a ball in his hand. His face was still beaded with dry sweat. Looking at the beer cans dropped on the ground, hehe smiled.

"It's a pity that I use wine to kill my sorrows."

Si Bei glanced at the other party, and only looked away for a second. He just wanted to try it, but he didn't want to get drunk.

Seeing this, the young man turned around and sat on the wooden fence in a chic manner: "Who lives here? Why haven't I seen you before? ”