Su Mingyuan glanced at her coldly, pursed his lips, and walked straight towards his house, no longer looking at Qiao Yue, who was standing in place stunned.

When he returned home, the house was quiet, his father was still drinking tea, and his mother was sitting on the sofa with her back to her, as if she was watching TV, but the TV was not playing her favorite program, but the news broadcast.

Everything was as harmonious and quiet as when he left the house, so perfect that there was not a single flaw to be seen, if it wasn't for Su Mingyuan inadvertently overhearing the quarrel between them, maybe such an illusion would continue to deceive him.

"Coming back?" Father asked, glancing up at the doorway.

Every time he came home, his mother always greeted him with a smile, but today, his mother didn't even look back, as if she hadn't heard him come back at all.

Su Mingyuan glanced at his father from a distance, and strode upstairs without speaking, until his mother called him down for dinner, and he slowly walked out of the upstairs room.

As soon as Su Mingyuan walked downstairs, he was shocked by everything in front of him, his mother, as usual, wore an apron and walked out of the kitchen with his favorite cola chicken wings, and at this time, four dishes and one soup had been placed on the table, obviously there were still unfinished dishes in the kitchen.

Seeing him go downstairs, his mother smiled gracefully, just like every time, her eyes revealing a loving and gentle light. "Wash your hands and get ready to eat." After saying that, he turned around and went into the kitchen again.

Su Mingyuan was distracted for a moment, the light in the kitchen behind him shone on his mother's body, and his mother's slightly curly hair emitted a faint light.

Su Mingyuan suddenly felt that his mother's smile at this time was particularly beautiful, but he didn't know how much heartbreak this picturesque smile was a little sincere.

The heart of youth is always simple.

At the dinner table, Su Mingyuan looked at his mother with an indifferent expression, looked at his father who was in a good mood, and stopped at his mouth full of questions, but he couldn't say half a sentence.

Maybe they had reconciled, he thought, and his mother had forgiven his father.

Maybe he doesn't ask, they are willing to keep pretending for him, just like before his college entrance examination, life is still on the same track.

However, the innocence of his youth made him ignore the reluctance in his mother's eyes when she looked at him, and the complete despair when she looked at his father.

He always remembered that that night, his mother kept laughing and kept putting vegetables in his bowl to make him eat more. And in order to make his mother happy, even though he was full, he still ate all the dishes she brought over.

Su Mingyuan remembered that his father sat next to him and drank all the time, he looked at his slightly drunk face, looked at his mother's eyes, and with a rare look of remorse, he thought that his home would not be dispersed.

That night, his mother pulled him and talked a lot about his college life, about his future job, about his future wife and children.

Hearing this, Su Mingyuan's heart tingled a little, because Qiao Yue's quiet and beautiful face jumped out of his mind, and his mood became complicated.

When he was young, he always lacked patience, but that night, Su Mingyuan was surprisingly patient and listened to his mother babble a lot. Talking about his childhood, talking about his future.

He knew that his future was his mother's hope.

Su Mingyuan still remembered that when he got up to go upstairs, his mother suddenly called out to him and stepped forward to hug him tightly.

Su Mingyuan was stunned, and after a long time, he reached out to hug his mother back, and he found for the first time that his mother, who had always been tall in his heart, turned out to be so thin and thin that he felt distressed.

His mother let go of him and watched him go upstairs, and there was endless sadness in those beautiful eyes.

If he had looked back and read the sadness in his mother's eyes, would he have hesitated to go upstairs?