Why did she know me?Doubts arose in Yang Qing's mind, but Cen's mother didn't intend to give him a chance to speak at all. This cultivated lady is just a heartbroken mother for her son at this time. Commanded in an unseemly tone: "Come with me, I have something to tell you."

Yang Qing is a typical shy donkey, he is even more angry when Cen's mother is rude, what does Cen Weiyu's car accident have to do with him, why does he have to bear the unreasonable anger of this crazy woman in front of him?

Yang Qing bent down to pick up the rose seedlings sprinkled in the fragments of the flower pot, then walked down the first step, passing Cen's mother, and said in a flat tone: "Although I don't know where Madam's resentment comes from, but you are free It's better to guard your son who doesn't know if he's alive or dead, maybe it's the last time to fight with strangers here." He deliberately emphasized the words "I don't know if he's alive or dead."

The breeze brought by going down the stairs stirred Cen's mother's messy temple hair, and her hand lost strength and fell limply by her side.

Yang Qing caught a glimpse of the corner of her trembling lips, he was stunned to find that he had been eroded by a weak and deceitful emotion at some point, he was not satisfied with hurting a mother, a feeling of oppression ruminated, and he gasped a little Not angry.

He held the rose seedling in his hand, "Ma'am, if you can sort out your mood, I think we can have a peaceful conversation."

Mother Cen exhaled foul air, pinned her temple hair behind her ears, and pulled her back to Yang Qing, "Okay."

Cen's mother led Yang Qing into a lounge, turned around and took out a black briefcase from the locker, unzipped the zipper, and poured the contents of the briefcase out of the air with a "crash".

There were a lot of photos raining down. The main character of the photos was a person, side view, back, rarely the front, and the back of the photos was marked with the date with an oil-based pen.

Yang Qing squatted on the ground and flipped through the photos. He felt that the people in the photos were both familiar and unfamiliar. It was him, but not him.

There is a picture of him taking Zhang Yuanying out of the hospital and taking a taxi at the gate. It was October 2013. In his memory, he rarely had a good face towards Zhang Yuanying, but he was clearly smiling in the recorded picture.

There are also various freeze frames of life moments, no matter whether he is happy, angry, sad or happy, he always appears to be in high spirits.

Due to the great contrast between the person in the picture and himself in his perception, Yang Qing's first emotion after seeing the secretly taken photos was not anger, but bewilderment. Is this really me?

Cen's mother was sitting on the bench, her back collapsed every inch of her body, she folded her hands on her knees, and mocked: "Cen Weiyu is disgusting." She picked up a photo and held it in her hand, "I'm so proud of you!" Son, pathetically gay, he likes a man who doesn't take him seriously and wants him to die."

Yang Qing stopped looking at the photos, "Ma'am, what do you want to tell me?"

Cen's mother raised her head and stared at Yang Qing, "I apologize to you as a mother. If I can raise him better and teach him to be a person who knows how to let go and be fulfilled, I won't cause you pain. But please Can you be more tolerant of him by treating the harm he caused you as the fault of improper parenting?"

Yang Qing was speechless.

Mother Cen stood up and bowed deeply, "Please go and see him again."

Before Ren Pingting married Cen's father, she was first-class and arrogant.The Ren family married the Cen family, and Ren Pingting and Cen Xu got married in a hurry after only seeing each other twice.

Their marriage has no love, no romance, just a marriage relationship formed to meet the needs of the two families.Ren Pingting lived her own life as a young lady for a long time after marriage, until a little life visited her.Pregnancy was an accident for her, and it was also an accident for Cen Xu. Although the two of them were desperately unwilling to leave this burden, due to the existence of both parents, this child was still born.

When Cen Weiyu was born, Ren Pingting was in pain for two days and two nights, she gritted her teeth and chose to have a natural delivery in order not to leave a scar on her stomach.

Ren Pingting hates this son who is not expected and tortures her.

She had never held her son in her arms, and she left her son behind to go abroad to be chic as soon as she was confinement.She is still young, and she is absolutely unwilling to give up her freedom for others, even her own son.The couple, who were strangers, showed a very high level of tacit understanding at this time, and they both gave up the stumbling block and the responsibility of being a father and mother.

Ren Pingting spent time abroad, and 11 years later, her younger sister's child was born, and she had to return to China.

That was the first time she saw her son with her own eyes except for the photos. In the delivery room, under the dim light, the little boy who was holding the newborn baby was wearing a black turtleneck sweater. His eyebrows and eyes were delicate and indifferent. She noticed her gaze, the boy Nodding reservedly: "Mom."

The younger sister lying on the hospital bed said enviously: "Sister, it's great to see Wei Yu. I hope my Kexin can be like his brother in the future."

In an instant, Ren Pingting felt a sense of pride and elation that could not be brought to her by any priceless jewelry in the past. She said proudly, "Of course, it doesn't matter who gave birth."

After returning to China this time, Ren Pingting did not leave again.

She didn't have the so-called maternal love for her son at the beginning. The two mothers and sons have been separated for too long, and they are like strangers to each other.But the praise and envy from the outside world pouring in on her through her son made her gradually understand that this son is the most worthy of showing off in her life and the one who can bring her the most glory.

Ren Pingting loves her son as much as she loves her face.

But an incident that happened to Cen Weiyu when she was in college completely discredited her.It can be said that the honor brought to her by her son, and the envy she received as Cen Weiyu's mother, after that incident, turned back into an equal amount of shame, and the big truck loaded with shame roared and crushed her into mud.

She was a victim of a political marriage, and her son naturally couldn't escape.When Cen Weiyu was in college, under the arrangement of her elders, she got engaged to the Lu family's daughter. At the engagement banquet, her son, who had always been sensible, declared that he liked men in front of all the guests.

Ren Pingting could hardly describe the anger at that moment. Others teased her and watched the show, and the disgusted eyes seemed to scrape a steel knife on her face. She stepped on her high heels and stumbled through the crowd to the backstage.

What do people think of me, disgusting gay mother?On the way backstage, Ren Pingting was full of thoughts about the rumors she would receive in the future, and her anger grew stronger and stronger.But when I saw my son in the background, the blurted words turned out to surprise me, "Have you ever thought about what others will think of you! How society will think of you! What will your mentor and classmates think of you!"

"Cen Weiyu, do you have to destroy yourself?"

I don't know when, Cen Weiyu is no longer her most outstanding collection, but her son who was conceived in October.

Facing his mother's questioning, Cen Weiyu appeared extremely calm, he untied his tie slowly, his eyes were full of indifference: "You are afraid of hurting your face."

Since that farewell, the mother and son have no contact with each other.

Ren Pingting stared at the back of Yang Qing walking into the ward, she thought, finally she looks like a mother, right?

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