Tachycardia

Song Yaxiang had expected this scene a long time ago, so she didn't feel too surprised.

But Jin Botao's posture was heavy and solemn, and she was afraid of him like this. As the pillow person who accompanied Jin Botao for a long time, she had seen a lot of his iron-blooded wrists over the years. Crazy, let alone her.

There is no luck in Song Yaxiang's heart, she clearly knows that Jin Botao does not love her.

She clearly understands that she is an incompetent mother. If she fails to express what Jin Botao wants today, Wen Jinran's future will also be ruined.

After a few breaths, her trembling pupils gradually calmed down, and the corners of her mouth were pulled into a forced smile: "How do I know how much I know?"

Jin Botao said directly: "How long have you known, when and where did you know."

"It's been about a few months. I ran into it at my house." Song Yaxiang knew that she couldn't hide it from him, so she simply confessed, "The children are just playing around, there is no need..."

"What's not necessary?" Jin Botao said, he suddenly smiled, the fine lines around his eyes gave him the illusion of generosity and kindness, "Your son went to find another man to have a relationship, and he resisted his parents because of it, claiming If you want to sever ties with the family, do you want me to not care about it, or to discipline him, or what? "

Song Yaxiang was speechless.

Jin Botao stood up, his tall body confronted Song Yaxiang, and the oppressive latter couldn't help but retreat.

Her expression was flustered, her eyes sparkled, she opened her mouth, silently making a few mouth shapes with her lips, and Jin Botao recognized the words - "Forgive me" and "I beg you".

Jin Botao thought of these years, since this woman came to his side, he has been afraid of him for ten years, that fear is hidden deeply, but he can see it.

She was like an overly frightened bird, if it wasn't for something restraining her, she might have already fluttered her wings and flew away impatiently.

He used to enjoy this kind of fear, thinking that it was a woman's recognition of his strong status, but now he suddenly felt bursts of uncontrollable fatigue.

Song Yaxiang was not his exclusive punching bag for him to vent his anger. He sucked the smoke into his lungs, spit it out heavily, and sprayed it on the woman's face.

"Go away," he said, "you won't use it anymore."

Song Yaxiang opened her eyes wide, and swallowed back the trembling "what?"

Jin Botao backed away and sat back, "I think it's because of my love for many years." Another thick smoke came out of his mouth. He was a little anxious and forced himself to say the last few words: "It's okay for you to bring your son here." It's not easy, just stay in this city until your son finishes his college entrance examination, and then don't come back."

Song Yaxiang's legs were a little weak, and she almost fell on the cold floor, but in the end she just stood there, her head was buzzing as if someone had punched her hard, Jin Botao's face was very close at hand, she held back He spoke without saying a single word to keep him begging.

She thought about her son, Wen Jinran who softly called her "Mom" when she was a child, and how she depended on her when she grew up. She is not only Jin Botao's woman, but also a close relative. Now she can help his son solve the problem by turning around and walking away. It would be utterly foolish to speak again without a major danger in life.

——These few seconds are probably the most successful time for her to maintain her dignity since she was born.

She straightened her spine slowly.

"Wait," Jin Botao said again, "You have been with me for these years, and I don't give you much. I will ask my assistant to draw some money for you another day, and the rest will go to your son...you should know how to do it." .”

"Don't worry," Song Yaxiang rolled up her sideburns and broken hair, "there are a few parents in the world who would like their children to take detours, and I will discipline them well."

Jin Botao's expression showed no waves, he raised his hand in a gesture as if to blow away some unimportant subordinate of his, Song Yaxiang's face froze, showing a smile uglier than crying.

She turned away.

The door opened to her heartlessly, the servants around didn't know her, and no one stopped what they were doing to say hello to her. Song Yaxiang's footsteps were frivolous, but also with a lightness of relief.

What greets her will be a new student.

When she got home, Wen Jinran was sitting upright on the sofa. Song Yaxiang opened the door and was startled, then closed the door without changing her shoes, "What's wrong?"

Wen Jinran looked directly at her, with mixed emotions in her eyes: "Where have you been?"

Song Yaxiang used to go to Jin's house, using excuses such as going to work to confuse the past, but now she feels a little guilty: "Of course, Mom is busy with some things, there is still some time before the evening self-study, do you want to go to sleep?"

Wen Jinran didn't speak.

"Go to sleep, okay?" Song Yaxiang walked up to him and touched his head, "I see that you are too tired from studying these days, and you are not in good spirits."

Wen Jinran avoided her hand, causing her hand to freeze in the air. He always spoke gently, but this time he was a little more aggressive, "Why am I not in a good mood? Don't you know the reason?"

Song Yaxiang looked down at him, her voice became cold: "Aside from exhausting energy for study, what else can students do for it?"

This is a statement, a warning, and a step for Wen Jinran. Wen Jinran understood, but he didn't want to follow her words. He stood up and said to her, "Where did Jin Wendong go? You know what?" Bar."

Song Yaxiang looked at her stubborn and stubborn son, she was exhausted physically and mentally. Her face changed from gentleness to complete sternness, and there was no trace of softness in the frown: "Where did your classmate go? How would I know?"

"Mom..." Wen Jinran softened her voice, her voice trembling a little, "tell me, where did Jin Wendong go? He didn't go to school, and he couldn't be found at his home. It's been several days. In case something happens to him..."

"How would I know?" Song Yaxiang still said the same thing, "Go to study if you don't sleep, you are in the third year of high school, try to get a higher score, let's find a good school in other provinces."

Song Yaxiang had never treated him like this since she was a child, he stopped talking in a daze, and his haggard face became even uglier.

Song Yaxiang was about to push him into the bedroom, but Wen Jinran stood still, he was a grown boy, and when he got upset, Song Yaxiang couldn't do anything to him.

He moved his arms, pushed Song Yaxiang away, pursed his lips and said, "Mom, just now, Jin Wendong's father called you over, right?"

Song Yaxiang almost yelled out, she wanted to ask Wen Jinran how she knew, but she held back immediately, but the expression on her face had already revealed her thoughts.

Wen Jinran said: "Jin Wendong's father came to the school to look for him, I saw him, and later I saw you with his father at the school gate."

Song Yaxiang's panic was half relieved, she thought that Jin Wendong had told Wen Jinran about her relationship with his father, but fortunately not, he just met... He should have thought that Jin Botao was just his boss.

She calmed down: "So what? Go back to the bedroom. I will ask your head teacher for leave today, so you can study and rest at night. Of course, don't force me."

Wen Jinran lost his mind: "Mom..."

Song Yaxiang made up her mind, pointed at the bedroom, and said in a soft voice: "Of course you are obedient, go to sleep and wake up, we are ordinary people, we should live a normal life, mother still expects you to be admitted to a good university , find a good job, so that my mother can spend her old age with peace of mind."

Wen Jinran still refused to go in: "But..."

"No, but," Song Yaxiang looked straight at him, "However, that kind of person is not something we can get high on. What's more, I gave birth to a boy, not a daughter."

The last trace of blood on Wen Jinran's face also faded away.

Song Yaxiang urged him: "Come in."

Wen Jinran was in a daze, his nerves seemed to be wandering in the sky, he lost control of his body, he only knew how to move his legs forward mechanically, the door in the bedroom was closed tightly, and when he turned the doorknob, the person who often sat on the bed and smiled at him suddenly And turned into a mass of nothingness.

He was alone in this bedroom.

Am I being abandoned?he thought sadly.

Jin Wendong disappeared inexplicably like this. After being discovered by his mother, could it be that these days are all love games he talked with him on a whim?

Otherwise, why would it just disappear without warning.

Wen Jinran sat on the bed, looked at the small table beside the bed, the table lamp drooped his head, and looked listless, he remembered that when Jin Wendong was still here, the two of them were doing their homework facing each other, and Jin Wendong occasionally raised his head to see him , how can the tenderness in your eyes be fake?

He buried his head in the quilt, and the quilt was also icy cold, his world lost the presence of another person, as if he also lost the ability to perceive the temperature of this world.

I don't know how long it took, and in a hazy consciousness, I heard someone calling him outside the door. Wen Jinran heard that it was Song Yaxiang's voice, maybe calling him out for dinner, but he ignored it, turned around, and put the quilt in his arms.

His head was dizzy, and there was a bit of imperceptible tingling, his nose was blocked, and he couldn't breathe. It seemed that he had a cold, and his cheeks were terribly hot, but he didn't feel anything, just a little uncomfortable.

The dark room was terribly quiet, he sniffed, the sound was almost echoing from the room.

Song Yaxiang finally stopped calling him. He breathed a sigh of relief, turned over, and was spun in a flash. He almost fell off the bed, his hands and feet were weak, and he could hardly support his body.

He coughed, and understood that his body that persisted for a whole winter without getting sick was considered over. Jin Wendong took good care of him for several months, but after only being away for a few days, his body broke down, and he would probably be angry when he found out.

Wen Jinran coughed and laughed out loud, the corners of his eyes were moist, he took the phone over, and looked through the WeChat messages he had sent to Jin Wendong in the past few days, there were dozens of them in total.

There are pictures of his homework, good morning and evening, and most of the messages are asking where he has been.

He wiped away his tears, bit his lip, hesitated for a long time, and typed another: [Do you still want me? ]

After sending it, he wanted to withdraw it. These words were too humble and out of character. At this time, he should keep silent, wait for Jin Wendong to come back when he had time, explain everything to him, and then silently accept the rest of the results.

Silence is his greatest self-protection, but now he has dropped even his last defense.

Before the time passed, a tear fell on the screen of the phone, and the undo button was just under his fingertips. He paused, still unable to let go of his heart.

A few seconds—about two seconds, his chat interface, which had been quiet for the past few days, finally vibrated.

Jin Wendong sent a message: [Yes, everyone in the world can not, but my baby can't. ]

Then there was another one: [Baby, I'm downstairs at your house. ]