822 What Trouble Can I Have?

Fengjiu's dark eyes seemed indifferent, but in fact they were sharp and restrained, Ruan Qianqian inexplicably gave birth to a trace of weakness, and involuntarily lowered her eyes.

After a moment, Feng Jiu said lightly: "I heard your Grandma Qin say, you didn't go downstairs for dinner, your Grandma Qin still kept it for you, it has been warm on the fire, Shaoting is here to me, you go down and eat." ”

Ruan Qianqian nodded obediently, "Mother Long, then I'll go down first." ”

"Well, go ahead."

Feng Jiu watched Ruan Qianqian walk out of the door, and the slender and tall figure quickly disappeared at the staircase, then he stepped into the room, stretched out his hand to turn on the light, and then looked at Long Shaoting, who was lying on the bed with his back to her, and gently closed the door.

Slowly walking to the side of the bed, Feng Jiu sat down on the edge of the bed, raised his hand and gently patted his son's shoulder, and gently called twice, "Shaoting, Shaoting." ”

Seeing that his son didn't move, as if he hadn't heard it, Feng Jiu frowned slightly, and said softly: "Shaoting, you know, you can hide it from Xiaoxiao, but you can't hide it from your mother, and your mother knows that you didn't sleep." ”

Feng Jiu's voice fell, and after a while, Long Shaoting slowly turned over, sat up slowly with his head down, the short hair on his forehead was a little messy, he raised his right hand and flicked it indiscriminately, hiding his injured left hand in the quilt, and said in a muffled voice: "Did Mianmian call you to sue me?" ”

Feng Jiu looked at his son's slightly lowered face, looked at his handsome face with a somewhat gloomy look, and said with a faint smile: "Did your sister tell you?" That girl is a knife mouth tofu heart, she is actually worried about you, she said that it is the first time to see her brother have such a big temper, I think you don't look sick, but like you are in some serious trouble, and urged me to let me come over to see you quickly. ”

Long Shaoting always lowered his head, listened to Feng Jiu's words, and said in a somewhat sullen tone: "Don't listen to that girl's blind guessing, what trouble can I encounter?" Maybe I got a little cold last night when I was practicing on the rooftop, and I had a bit of a headache today, so I asked my teacher for an afternoon of sick leave, but you don't have to worry, I just need to get a good night's sleep. ”

After listening to his explanation, Feng Jiu did not respond to him immediately, but looked at him quietly without blinking.

Long Shaoting was silent for a while, he was really a little breathless, raised his head and looked at Feng Jiu dissatisfiedly and said, "Mom, why are you staring at me like this?" Don't you believe me? ”

Feng Jiu looked at Long Shaoting's slightly reddened eyes, his expression suddenly became a little serious, and he said slowly: "Shaoting, don't forget, you are my child, a piece of meat that fell from me, and I watched it grow up little by little, whether you are physically unwell now, or happy or sad in your heart, I can tell at a glance." Shaoting, you're not sick at all, you're just sad in your heart, and you're sad. ”

When Long Shaoting heard this, he involuntarily lowered his head and was silent.

Feng Jiu looked at him with a sullen look, pondered for a moment and said: "Since you were a child, whenever you have something on your mind and have troubles, you will always say to your mother, let your mother help you come up with ideas and help you think of a way, this time, why can't you tell your mother?" ”

Seeing that he still bowed his head and was silent, Feng Jiu sighed and said: "Mom knows that you are grown up now, and you don't want to share many things with your mother anymore, and Mom will definitely not force you, and Mom also believes that you will handle your own affairs well."