Heart-Seizing Contract: Mr. Lu's pet

In the room, there was a slight sound of opening the door.

The bedside lamp in the room instantly lit up.

Song Zhixing looked at the woman lying on the bed, and after being surprised, he whispered: "Mom, are you still up?"

The blush on Song Zhixing's face did not dissipate, and there was a hint of coquettishness.

He took off his coat and carefully hung the bag on the closet.

Originally, they had agreed to celebrate New Year's Day together, but Song Zhixing thought that it was so late and her mother would go to bed.

She didn't expect her to wait for him so late.

"have you eaten?"

The woman moved her body and whispered.

Seeing that she was about to get up, Song Zhixing hurried forward to get a pillow so that she could raise her up a bit.

"Not yet, I'm going to cook."

After Song Zhixing finished speaking, amidst the woman's nodding, she hurriedly got up to cook, and took away the bowl of cold noodles on the bedside table.

When she was away, my mother ate less and less.

Song Zhixing boiled the water in the pot, looked at the slight bubbles rising from the bottom of the pot, lowered his head and whispered: "Mom, I'll take you to the hospital next week."

Mother's illness can no longer be delayed.

The increasingly weak appearance made Song Zhixing feel a little bad.

She only has this one relative in this world, if her mother leaves her again, what else will she have.

"You came back so late today, is it because of the boy you chat with every day?"

The woman didn't respond to Song Zhixing's question about going to the doctor, but changed the subject directly.

Song Zhixing was taken aback, and subconsciously raised his head to look at the woman in the room, with a look of panic on his face.

"When, of course not, it has nothing to do with him."

Song Zhixing lowered his head and said in a low voice, because the voice was so small that he could feel the guilt emanating from the bottom of his heart.

She just subconsciously clenched the chopsticks in her hand, staring down at the heat rising from the pot.

Pursing her lips tightly, she said slowly, "Mom, I won't delay my studies just because I'm in love."

She had no intention of covering up this matter, and she knew in her heart that it was impossible to hide it.

She is not a person who can lie, especially in front of her mother, a small lie has already made her feel ashamed.

Song Zhixing's voice was very light, as if reassuring the woman in the room.

The woman forced her lips together, and said softly: "You are mother's daughter, how can mother not understand you, you have a boy you like, mother is very happy, my daughter is so beautiful, he must like you too."

With her mother's understanding, Song Zhixing seemed to be relieved, and a smile appeared on her face, her cheeks were slightly red, and she was shy.

"Mom didn't blame you. Mom is happy for you. You can have someone you like by your side. Mom is very relieved."

Her daughter has grown up, although she will have a lot of reluctance, but she has to admit that the days given to her are getting less and less.

"mom……"

"Mom is sincere. As long as he can love you well, Mom will be relieved. Next time, don't let him stand outside for so long in such a cold day."

The woman's voice was a little weak, but because she talked about Song Zhixing, she became more energetic.

Song Zhixing blushed and put the noodles into the pot.

She knew that when she came back so late, her mother would definitely think of something.

After the mother and daughter had dinner, Song Zhixing was lying on the bed.

The woman beside her gasped a few times, and seemed to wake up.

Song Zhixing got up to fetch water for the woman.

"The fireworks outside today are beautiful."

The woman followed her breath, and then she opened her mouth to speak.

Song Zhixing nodded: "On New Year's Day, a lot of fireworks were set off at the city square, and when we came back, the street was illuminated very brightly."

It is also because of the people who accompany her that she feels that this year's fireworks are extraordinarily beautiful.

Outside the window, the bright moonlight rises.

Song Zhixing hugged the quilt in his arms tightly, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously curled into a smile.

For the first time, she felt that winter was not so cold.

It seemed that he could still feel that strange tenderness between his lips, a very strange feeling, rippling in his heart.

It seemed that countless bubbles exploded in the air, and countless pink bubbles appeared in front of my eyes.

She couldn't help feeling a hint of sweetness in the air, like the most pure and simple taste in love.

I don't know if the mother beside me is asleep.

The screen of the mobile phone next to the pillow lit up, showing Lu Qingbei's information.

'Miss you Good night! '

The girl smiled unconsciously, and said softly, "Mom, he's really good."