My hysterical madness and sorrow made my father finally realize what a shameful mistake he had made, and he had cruelly discarded the most precious treasure of my life.

In the midst of the crowd, he didn't resist and struggle, and let my sad and angry fist beat his chest like a drum.

My relatives are all trying to persuade me, but how can my anger and resentment stop, it is my mother who lies quietly in the coffin, and from now on, I will never be able to see her kind and amiable face, I will never hear her affectionately calling to me, and I will never wait for her to dress me and comb my hair.

And my dream of holding my mother's hand countless times and visiting the beautiful parks and wide asphalt roads of the provincial capital has been shattered.

The desire of the son to be raised but the absence of the parent is the most painful thing for the son of man, not to mention that my dream of filial piety to my mother has just begun, and it has been shattered.

I was tired of crying and fighting, and in my father's heartfelt apologies, I had no choice but to stop, be silent and forgive temporarily.

My mother went, silently, and in the soil of my hometown, my mother's lonely soul was laid to rest, and my father, in order to atone for his sins, poured double his love into me after my mother died.

Maybe he was fed up with the humiliation and the beating I was referring to, or maybe his conscience suddenly discovered his sin.

When we settled our new home in the provincial capital, I barely saw my father mingling with the canaries of those cities, and I rarely heard about his affairs.

My father put more energy and effort into nurturing me and the development of the company's business.

In just a few years of hard work, he relied on the original capital accumulation to show his skills and show his strength in the vast world of the provincial capital.

My father founded a number of profitable companies in a row, and bought villas and expensive cars for me, as long as I wanted something, he tried his best to find it for me, make me happy, make me happy.

Perhaps it was my father's recapitulation of Kishi and his care for me and the redemption of love day after day that moved me, and I slowly freed myself from rebellion and hatred for him.

By the time I could kiss him and call him daddy again, I was already a junior in college.

In addition to my father, there is another important man in my life.

That's the boyfriend I met in college, Anlan.

Although Anlan is not tall and mighty, it gives people a fresh, sunny, natural and healthy feeling.

The first time I met An Lan, I met him in the calligraphy and painting department in my freshman year, and he and I happened to be in a group and were in charge of the blackboard newspaper of the department.

I am good at drawing, but An Lan has studied calligraphy quite a lot, and his handwriting is chic and handsome.

When the two of us met together and worked together to make the blackboard report, the board newspaper was so beautiful that it immediately attracted many people to stop and watch and praise.

After a cooperation, I got to know him, and he got to know me.

I remember that when I was a freshman because of my nervous homework and slow movements, I would always forget to eat breakfast, and Anlan would always buy it for me in advance and secretly put it in the seat that occupied a good place for me.

When I sit in my seat casually and suddenly touch the warm soy milk and food with my hand, I inadvertently raise my head to look at him, and I will always find that he is secretly looking at me affectionately, and the tenderness and care hidden in my eyes make me can't help but give birth to a lot of warmth and happiness in life.

It's been a long time since I've been so loved and pitied by someone, and it's been a long time since I've been cared for so much by someone who cares about me so much.

So, with nothing more to do, I soon indulged in this young and beautiful love.

There is only a faint and fragrant friendship between An Lan and me, which is not about money and status, let alone identity and fame.

I never told An Lan about my family affairs, he didn't know that there was a business tycoon father behind me, and I didn't deliberately inquire about An Lan's life experience, I only knew that he, like me, was also a bitter child from the countryside, who came to the provincial capital to study in college by his own struggle and hard work.

All his tuition came from his brother and father, who worked in the provincial capital, and the family left their homeland to seek living space in the reinforced concrete city in order to support him in college.

Anlan is smart and wise, and with his personal diligence and hard work in college, he has always been far ahead in his studies, and I have been unable to learn several subjects due to the death of my mother and my personal hobbies.

In order to help me, Anlan always finds time to help me with my homework.

As a result, in the lecture hall of the university classroom, the two of us can always be seen discussing learning problems together, and the boulevard of the school is sprinkled with the graceful figures of two young people with similar interests.

I don't know when the simple friendship between me and him has slowly transformed into a deeper and more passionate relationship.

Yes, he has only me in his eyes, and he is the only one in my eyes.

I am his rose, and he is my valley.

With Anlan's help, my academic performance quickly improved dramatically, and he and I were finally able to share honors, flowers, and envy in the class hand in hand.

We reap the sweetness and happiness of success together, and reap the touching and satisfaction of heart-to-heart attachment together.

However, my father soon discovered my secret emotion and blamed it. Because in the eyes of his businessman, Anlan is useless.

An Lan's family is poor and does not have a prominent family status, and An Lan is studying the same liberal arts major as me, which seems to be as dispensable as a panacea.

My father didn't care what major I chose, but he valued the professionalism of boys, my future partner.

Because half of his success is attributed to the application of what he has learned and the right professional match.

With his father's deep-rooted thoughts and vision, An Lan obviously became an imbecile and useless embroidered pillow in his eyes.

He objected to me and An Lan's continued relationship, and did not hesitate to use all means to prevent me and An Lan's love flower tree from blooming and thriving.

Every Saturday and Sunday, in order to prevent Anlan from asking me out to the movies or outings, my father would always choose various excuses to call me away from the college campus, and each time his reasons seemed to be so good and necessary.

The only thing I can do is to give Anlan some cordial greetings and deep apologies on my phone.

If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight, An Lan and I love each other deeply, so just a look and a knowing smile will understand the thoughts and words in each other's hearts, so even if there are more thorns when separating and seeing each other, we don't have too many complaints and jealousy between each other.

However, it is such a spring and snow-like love, but my father can't tolerate it.

I woke up from resentment and confusion, and gradually understood the reason, it turned out that my father had found a person for me in the company, and the person who satisfied my father was not only handsome, but also rich and rich, and was a rare business wizard.

Compared with An Lan, one is an honor student with full marks in his father's eyes, and the other is a failing school dick.

For the sake of this well-planned relationship, my father tried his best to spare no effort to break up me and An Lan, and to bring me closer to the general manager Jia Qing.

That's what scared me that night.

And how did I know that the so-called sudden heart attack of my father turned out to be just the beginning of a nightmare.