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"Do you really have to argue with me like this in front of the kids?" The man frowned, seemingly extremely annoyed, and quickly walked a few steps to sit down at the dining table. The table was covered with steaming food; it should have been dinnertime.

"How about we eat first? Xiaomu must be hungry." The man didn't want to continue the topic.

But the woman's emotions were still there. She was furious when she thought about how she had worked so hard at home taking care of the children and doing housework, while this bastard had done something to betray her. She said, "Eat, eat, eat! How dare you sit here and eat? Why don't you go out and find that woman to eat with?"

A sharp voice seemed to explode in his ears, startling Xiao Chu Chenmu. He heard his mother's voice continuing, "You know Xiao Mu is still a child? You know I gave birth to your child? You..."

"Bang!" He saw that his father seemed angry; his father had smashed a plate on the table. Tonight's dinner was cola chicken wings, which his father had specially asked his mother to make, knowing that his father was coming back from his business trip. It was his favorite dish.

There's also braised eggplant, which Dad loves, and tomato and egg and sweet and sour pork ribs, which Mom loves.

He remembers what everyone in his family likes to eat.

Mom was still smiling while she was cooking...

He heard his father's voice also become very loud, "Then the fuck don't eat! None of you fucking stop eating!"

Then he saw his father walk past him, around the dirt on the ground, put on his coat, and slam the door as he left. He saw himself reach out his little hand, trying to hold onto his father, trying to pull back his father's love, but he failed.

He saw his mother cleaning the room while she was crying, and then sitting at the empty dining table.

"Xiao Mu, what do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you." He heard his mother finally remember him and speak to him.

Little Chu Chenmu ran towards his mother with his short legs, threw himself into her arms, and finally dared to wail loudly: "Mommy...Mommy, don't be sad, and don't argue with Daddy, okay..."

He didn't hear his mother's reply, probably because he was crying too loudly, Xiao Chu Chenmu thought. His mother had always been very good to him, how could she not agree to his request?

……

"Xiao Mu, your mother has been staying at home for you these past few years, but look how long it's been since your father came home. You know, his heart isn't in it anymore. Your mother can't just sit here doing nothing. You have to be good. Your mother has brought your grandmother here. You have to listen to your grandmother and take care of her."

The woman's gentle voice rang out, and she bent down one last time to pat Chu Chenmu's head, "Mom is gone."

Chu Chenmu is nine years old. He is no longer a child. His teachers and mother have told him that a real man should not cry easily. Usually, when he falls and scrapes himself, he will bravely stand up even if it hurts a lot. But now, even though his body doesn't hurt, he is crying loudly.

He's not a child anymore, so he knows that his parents divorced a long time ago.

He knew what divorce meant—that his parents were no longer a family. But no one had ever told him that his mother and he would also cease to be a family.

He knew that his parents had been arguing ever since that fight, and his mother was unhappy. He was surprised that his mother had spoken to him so gently just now and even touched his head. It seemed that his mother really wanted to leave.

He understood everything, so he knew he couldn't stop his mother. Only after she had walked out of the house and he could no longer see her from the window did he dare to say, "Mom, please don't go..."

Behind him, Chu Chenmu floated in mid-air. Even though he had experienced all of this, he thought he could face it all calmly. But when this day really came, he couldn't help but pray as he had back then: "...Please, don't go."

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