This night, Yang Yi didn't know how he fell asleep after the worst of his life. When I woke up in the morning, I was still dressed yesterday, with a tight elastic vest and safflower beach shorts, but my shoes were dragged off by Zhu Shanhua.

The sunlight poured in from the window and shone on Yang Yi's shoulders, and Yang Yi suddenly realized that it was already dawn, and the time was estimated to be six or seven o'clock. I felt an itch on my face, wiped my face, and suddenly realized that I seemed to have cried when I fell asleep.

How many years have I not cried? At that time, when I first arrived in Xitan, the two mothers and sons couldn't even afford to eat, and they didn't cry themselves. This time, he was even frightened, only worried about fear when he woke up, and cried when he fell asleep.

"Xiao Yi, breakfast!" Zhu Shanhua shouted outside, his voice as clear and energetic as ever.

Yang Yi slowly stood up, first carefully examining his eyes in the mirror. In the mirror many times, he vaguely understands the skills of controlling the discoloration of his eyes, if he is afraid, his eyes will turn white, if he is calm, his eyes are the normal dark blue with black color, and if he loses control, remembering what Ji Lianyun mentioned, his eyes seem to turn red. At present, he knows this.

Now, Yang Yi breathed slowly into the mirror, trying to calm himself down. It wasn't until his pupils turned from a layer of pale gray to the usual blue and black color that Yang Yi carefully checked his hands, feet and elbows again, and nothing strange stretched out, so he pushed the door out of the room.

"Are you hiding in the room and embroidering?" Zhu Shanhua smiled informally, pushing the porridge and steamed buns in front of Yang Yi.

Yang Yi buried his head and ate silently, for fear that Zhu Shanhua would see something wrong with his eyes.

Zhu Shanhua was a little strange Yang Yi was rarely silent, his son was raised by himself, and he knew best what kind of character he was a mother. In the ordinary morning, Yang Yi will talk nonsense to himself, no matter how big or small, it will not be quiet like this, it looks lifeless, which makes people feel uneasy.

"Son. Zhu Shanhua said: "Is there something on your mind?"

"Nope. Yang Yi replied and buried his head lower.

Zhu Shanhua put down her chopsticks, looked at him carefully, and asked, "Is there something unpleasant at school?"

"Nope. ”

"That'...... Too much homework?"

"Nope. ”

"Son, I'm not a very careful mother, sometimes, I'm very careless, not like that kind of Lan Xinhui woman who cares about people. But, son, you must know that I have never been less caring and loving for you. You can tell your mother anything, and your mother will share it with you, okay?"

Yang Yi's eyes suddenly heated, and in an instant, he had an urge to tell his mother everything. All the illusions, the time and space shuttle, his own mutations, the panic in his heart, the anxiety about the future, and the fear of getting into trouble with himself and his family, he wanted to tell Zhu Shanhua from beginning to end. But after the worst, Yang Yi just buried his head in the mouth of the bowl a few times, and said in a low voice: "Mom, I'm fine." Maybe I didn't sleep well last night. ”

Knowing the son Mo Ruomu, it would be fine if it was really not as simple as sleeping well. What kind of virtue is his son, and he still doesn't know what to do when he is a mother? I'm afraid that he will encounter some big trouble.

Zhu Shan's mother lost her appetite anymore, and pondered at the pickles on the table in a daze: At Yangyi's age, what kind of trouble will he encounter?

No, Yang Yi didn't have the slightest bruises or redness on his body, let alone other injuries. If he could fight like this, walking in the flowers, and not staining his body, he would beat whoever he liked. Yang Yi never did this, how harmful this thing was, he had already learned from his sisters around him. Gambling, owing money to others? Zhu Shan's mother shook her head, this son is too sensible to touch this, and there is no debt collector to come to the door. In the end, Zhu Shanhua could only attribute the problem to women, and at an impulsive youth like him, it made sense to worry about the sadness of a beautiful girl.

Thinking of this, Zhu Shanhua cautiously asked, "Son, are you out of love?"

And Yang Yi's concern for his mother became more and more irritable. Because he cared, he felt guilty. Also because of his concern, he was even more afraid, afraid of involving his mother in the right and wrong that even he was afraid of, and he was also afraid that he would not be able to resist his mother's concern and tell terrible things, which would make his mother afraid.

"What's the matter with you?!" Yang Yi finally threw the bowl uncontrollably, and roared angrily: "Eat your food!

Zhu Shanhua breathed a little, her face slowly turned from red to white, she opened her mouth in vain, and didn't say anything. She couldn't get out of her firecracker-like temper against her son, so she silently straightened the bowl, slowly drove the spilled porridge into the bowl with chopsticks, and took it and the used bowl to the kitchen to clean.

Yang Yi looked at Zhu Shanhua blankly, and his heart was twisted. The two mothers and sons have never blushed, but they yelled at their mother today.

Looking at Zhu Shanhua's back as she bent slightly and silently left the dinner table, she seemed to have suddenly aged several years. However, there was a sense of loneliness and stubbornness, which made Yang Yi sit in the chair and feel uneasy, and wanted to rush up, hug Zhu Shanhua's shoulder, and say sorry hard.

It's just, what do you say when you're sorry?

Yang Yi stared at the traces left by the porridge on the dining table, regret, guilt, fear, and fear, and only felt that the mark left by the porridge was the same as his heart, and it was not shaped.

Zhu Shanhua finished washing the dishes, came back again, handed Yang Yi the chicken that had been killed before, and pretended to smile casually: "Son, help my mother remove the chicken feathers, drink chicken soup at night, and call them all the big and small history and He Zhi." ”

Yang Yi hurriedly took the chicken from Zhu Shanhua's hand, eager to show his regret and regret that he shouldn't have said that kind of hurtful words.

Zhu Shanhua understood, chuckled, reached out and touched the top of Yang Yi's head, and went to clean up the table.

The top of his head warmed slightly, and Zhu Shanhua's palm had already left. Yang Yi was stunned, absentmindedly plucking chicken feathers.

I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly heard Zhu Shanhua laugh and said: "Son, if you want to be really angry with your mother, you don't have to be angry with a dead chicken, right?"

Yang Yi Huo Ran came back to his senses and looked at the chicken in his hand in dismay.

I saw a good old hen, pinched to pieces by herself, the bones of the whole body were pinched off one by one, and the whole chicken completely lost the shape that a chicken should have, and it looked like a lot of plasticine twisted together of unknown shape.

Yang Yi's face finally changed greatly, and he knew that he was afraid that he was out of control again.

After looking at the chicken for a long time, he suddenly jumped up from the spot, rushed to the door like a whirlwind, opened the door and rushed out without looking back.

Zhu Shanhua was startled, and shouted behind Yang Yi in a daze: "Son, son, Xiao Yi, come back quickly!"

Hurriedly grabbed Yang Yi's backpack and ran to the door, but there was no one in sight.

Running out of the window again, I saw Yang Yi rushing with his head bored, and the speed was so fast that he disappeared quickly.

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