"Bai Qing, I always thought you were a smart one." Xu Cangqi stood up, his face was a little disappointed, he looked at his son, who didn't need him to worry about it since he was a child, and there was a trace of reminiscence.

How much Xu Baiqing looks like his deceased wife, only he knows, the eyes and lips are simply carved out of a mold.

"You forgot, what did I tell you? Are you worthy of your mother? Have you forgotten how your mother died?! ”

Xu Baiqing's indifferent face was suddenly full of gloom.

"I remember ......"

I remember.

Sour, bitter.

If he hadn't had that habit, he might not have been able to hold back his tears, but...

So many people envy the strong people who never cry, but he envies those who can cry, the feeling of the death of the tear glands, the feeling of drying up the eyes forever, even if the red blood is forced out, the feeling of tears can't flow, it hurts, it hurts.

Xu Cangqi looked at his son's tight back, he knew how uncomfortable he was now, knew how painful he was now, knew how dilemma he was now, knew how helpless he was now, knew that he was now on the verge of collapse, he knew it, because he was now in love with Song Chinese New Year's Eve, he was the one who watched his wife die.

"Pak Ching."

"Yes."

"Let's get out."

Xu Baiqing shook his body almost imperceptibly, his trembling hand pressed against the fabric of the dark brown suit pants, and the cold temperature kept climbing up from his fingertips.

"Yes."

Xu Yan looked at the distracted eldest brother who came out and couldn't hide his smug look.

has no acting skills, and has to take a few steps up pretendically, and the words of concern are all wrapped in the tone of watching the play.

"Big brother, are you making Dad angry? What's this, wouldn't it be nice to apologize? Didn't Dad forgive you? It's because you're too stubborn, look at me, I've done so many ridiculous things before, but when I apologize, Dad still helped me settle it..."

Little by little, Xu Baiqing's self in the study hid his shell under his nose.

He smiled, a slight sarcasm in his eyes.

"It's rare for you to care about me so much."

Xu Yan was interrupted by him, and when he met those eyes, he couldn't say anything good at once, he could only smile wryly, and couldn't find the words to block his short and light words.

Xu Baiqing ignored him and turned downstairs, his whole person was full of disdain.

……

After Song sent Xu Baiqing the address on Chinese New Year's Eve, he thought about it in the mirror for a while, is it better to put on a delicate makeup at this time, or to make himself look haggard without makeup?

In the end, she decided to give herself a little haggard.

It just so happened that she stayed up late for the past two days, and a little dark circle came out under her eyes, and there were still some bloodshots in her eyes.

I put on a thin layer of foundation, because the skin tone is white and blends with the foundation, so there is almost no makeup, but it can't cover any dark circles, and the lip color is also a little pale.

She lit a faint red eyeshadow in the corner of her eye, blending it out.

You can't put on lipstick, otherwise your complexion will go up.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve thought about it, don't tie your hair, look small, and pitiful.

She put on her coat, picked up her phone, carried a small bag, brought a bottle of eye drops and a mask before leaving the house.

When she arrived, Xu Baiqing had already arrived, and she didn't go in, just waiting for her at the door, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

Song Chinese New Year's Eve got out of the taxi and did not approach, just looked at him from a distance of the road with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.