[Net King + Black Basket] Seijuro, your mother calls you to go home for dinner!

Tonight's dinner is hot pot.

According to Xunli, it is very comfortable for a family to eat hot pot around the table in mid-winter (although she only brushed the copy of hot pot with Vulcan and the others in the last chapter).

...Of course, the possibility of her being lazy cannot be ruled out.Just looking at Masashi Kami's suspicious eyes makes her feel guilty TAT

But Seijuro sighed in his heart, he hadn't tasted Xunli-style hot pot dishes for a long time, let alone the family sat so close to eat and chat.In the past few years, he lived in a deserted environment, and when he and Yashi dined, they each sat at one end of the long table, eating quietly and ignoring each other.

A corner of the long table was filled with all kinds of fresh vegetables, meatballs and beef slices. After the water boiled, Xunli lifted the lid of the pot and couldn't wait to taste the soup base with a spoon.

"You can eat!"

Masashi picked up the chopsticks slowly, but he was not in a hurry to pick up the freshly cooked meat slices.Seijuro lowered his eyes, his vision blurred by the fog.The atmosphere became a little strange in vain.

Only Xunli pretended not to see it, and kept putting the beef balls into Zhengjuro's bowl, and quickly piled them up into a hill.

"No, I'll do it myself." Seijuro moved the bowl awkwardly, but he didn't dare to move too much.

Xun Li nodded, without forcing.She needs to give him time to readjust to life with his mother.I can't be eager to win in this matter~

She believes that she has enough time and energy to melt his frozen heart - isn't Masashi the best example?

"Hurry up and eat too." Xunli slipped his hand and threw the sliced ​​meat into Masashi's clean bowl.The latter had black lines all over his face. It seemed that he had indulged her too much recently.

Seijuro finished eating first, and said he would go upstairs first.Even if Xun Li strongly urged him to eat more, he just shook his head with a smile.Seijuro has cultivated the habit of eating only [-]% full for each meal, and every time she feels it is a pity that she cannot see the cute appearance of the snack food who is too full to walk.

Xun Li worriedly looked at the back of the child going away, and waited for him to disappear at the corner of the second floor before turning his face to Masashi——

"... Isn't Xiaozheng really shy?"

Masashi snorted softly, Xunli's reflection arc could circle the earth.

"You need to give him an adaptation period."

"It's been a long time, and I can't delay any longer." She blinked her eyes to express her aggrievedness. Could it be that the child has grown up and hardened his wings, and he doesn't want his parents to disturb his private life too much?

For the first time, Xun Li started to feel headaches for the teenage children.Really didn't think of this before.Even if she doesn't leave, the child's personality changes with age.

"I'm done eating." Masashi put down his chopsticks, abruptly interrupting her thoughts.

"There's still a lot left." Xunli lost the desire/desire to eat any more, and fiddled with the overcooked meatballs in the hot pot.

"self resolved."

"Hey..." She turned her head resentfully, only to find that Masashi had already got up and went to the study.

Xunli was not feeling very happy, hastily cleaned up the table and bowls and chopsticks, and planned to go to bed early.

Speaking of my bedroom...

She would stay in the main house most of the time, so she took back the ownership of the bedroom from Yashina.At first, only the bed and the empty cupboard remained in the locked bedroom, as if the accumulation of dust and snow fell overnight.It took her two whole days to clean the bedroom, add some clothes and furniture.

Yashi originally meant that he would not have to sleep in separate rooms in the future, but Xunli insisted on keeping his own territory.Besides, she came back, and there was no need to lock the bedroom.

Although Masashi's master bedroom is very close to Seijuro's room, it's not like Xunli didn't want to spend the night, but the possibility of sneaking out from under the eyes of the big devil to find her son is very slim, so she can only give up.

Xunli sat on the edge of the bed, wiping her hair with a towel.She touched the ends of her hair, planning to find a time to cut her hair short.Recently, when she got home, she would only tie her hair into a ponytail in a very disfigured way. Although Masashi didn't complain, but the naked/naked/naked contempt in her eyes made her very depressed-recently, she has been living more and more like a woman.

I have long known that Seijuro yearns for a woman with elegant taste—no, no, she must tidy herself up, otherwise he will have no face to take his mother out, let alone be proud of his mother balalabala...

"咚咚-"

"咚咚-"

Xun Li's face turned pale with fright at the unrealistic thoughts popping up in his head.As a result, she didn't hear the knock on the door three times, and it took her nearly a minute to realize that there was someone outside the door.

"...Who?" Perhaps Xun Li's voice of inquiry was too low, the people outside did not answer, and the rhythmic knocking on the door had stopped.She curled her lips, and slowly got off the bed to open the door——

People have disappeared.

Xunli looked left and right, the whole floor was dark with no lights on.

Just as she was about to close the door, she accidentally stepped on something with her left foot, making a slight "rustling" sound.

It turned out to be a small note that fell down.

Relying on his good eyesight, Xunli immediately recognized the handwriting of Seijuro.

If she had known that it was Seijuro who was looking for her, she would have rolled out of bed at the speed of light and opened the door to welcome her!Xun Li sighed melancholy, and carefully picked up the note like digging out a treasure map.

"Sorry, I was also taken aback by your sudden appearance today.

But thank you for coming back. "

The formulaic tone made her feel helpless and sullen at this inexplicable alienation.After being stunned for a few seconds, Xun Li suddenly understood the problem——

This sensitive and delicate child just doesn't know how to get along with his mother.

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On the other side, Seijuro was very conflicted.

He mistook Xunli's delay in opening the door as sulk, and even couldn't accept his weird personality when he grew up.He forced himself not to think about his mother's disappointed look, but now—the joy of seeing her for the first time was swept away, and all kinds of terrible uncertainties filled his mind.

Despite the confusion in his mind, Seijuro sensitively heard the slight sound of the doorknob being turned.

"Xiao Zheng—are you asleep?"

Xun Li immediately made a bold decision and ran to Seijuro's bedroom with his pillow in his arms.On this restless night, it was necessary for her to have some interaction between mother and child with him, such as -- heart-to-heart talk.

"Not yet." Seijuro was somewhat pleased, at least this confirmed that his mother was not angry.

"Yoshi~ let's talk."

Xunli lifted up a corner of the quilt, got in naturally and changed into a comfortable position, and lay down very close to Seijuro.

Seijuro looked at his mother's childish behavior dumbfounded, "Mom, I've grown up."

"In the eyes of parents, children are always little angels." She jokingly joked, "You used to hold my hand tightly after listening to bedtime stories and let me sleep with you~"

"Mom!" Seijuro couldn't help emphasizing his tone to tell her to stop talking, his face flushed a little.

How could he forget?

Until the time when he was in elementary school, Xunli would act as a confidant sister patiently and help him to alienate his thoughts whenever he encountered a problem that didn't go his way or was confusing.There were several times when Seijuro listened to her and fell asleep beside her.

This period of time was deliberately cherished by him, hidden deep in his soft heart.It wasn't until her appearance awakened me again that those beautiful memories were reborn like a butterfly breaking out of its cocoon.

"I need to know what you have done in the past four years... Mom is very protective." Xunli tried to ease the atmosphere with a joking tone, but noticed that Seijuro's eyes darkened.

"You don't want to know how I got through all these years..."

Seeing his hesitation, Xun Li quickly changed the subject. "Well, Xiao Zheng must have been studying~ Then let me talk about my life in the United States first..."

Seijuro squinted his eyes, leaning against the soft pillow, looking as if he was about to fall asleep.The mother who was lying flat was next to him, and described in a calm tone every bit of her experience in New York, including how she met Vulcan and Himuro, and what opportunity she took to return to Japan.

She avoided some sensitive topics, such as how she went to the United States, and Seijuro mistook her for another woman.The version she made up is filled with all kinds of happy and warm stories, as if all the pain she experienced did not exist.

"It took me a long time to untangle my heart, and your father has been busy with internal affairs of the company, so it is not easy for me to come back." Xun Li watched him lying obediently by the dim bedside lamp. By your side, quietly listening to every word she said.The tenderness in her eyes seemed to melt into water.

She opened her mouth, but she was still unable to utter any nasty and sensational words.

"Look, I've finished telling my story." Xun Li twitched the corner of his mouth, "That...I..."

As a mother, she was so coy that she was like a shy little girl, and she spoke intermittently.

"I'm sleepy." Seijuro's voice was a little muffled, probably because he was really tired.

"Well... it's getting late." She shrugged her shoulders in disappointment, and stretched out a hand to tuck the quilt for him. "Good night."

After a while, there was a gentle breathing sound in my ear.

Xun Li was stunned, he didn't expect Seijuro's ability to fall asleep to become so good.

Seijuro's peaceful sleeping face was close in front of her eyes, and Zhang Yang's red hair was quietly pasted on her forehead, so soft that she couldn't help reaching out to touch it.Xunli was in a trance, and the images of him and the red-haired baby overlapped together, making her want to cry inexplicably.

Not long ago, mother and child chatting head to head was an extravagant wish that she didn't even dare to think about.If the rainbow can only be seen after experiencing wind and rain, she has to feel that all the previous sufferings are worthwhile.

"Now, will you forgive me?"

Xun Li's voice was as soft as a slowly falling feather, she tapped his fair cheeks with her fingertips, then turned off the light, and the moment she closed her eyes, she felt tired like a tide.

What she didn't know was that when she fell into a deep sleep, the people next to her slowly opened their eyes.He moved his hands and easily touched her warm, slightly dry fingers.

These hands once held Seijuro in his infancy, leading him to walk and sway, and every time he wanted to let go, he would hold him firmly.

These hands have nimbly tied his tie, twisted his freshly combed hair into a bird's nest, carefully corrected his English homework, and prepared lunch for him...

Those hands taught him basketball.

He opened his eyes wide in the silent darkness.Suddenly, I realized that the "victory" I pursued all my life may not be as important as my mother's.

"I forgive you."

This is a matter of course - no child hates his mother.

But what surprised Seijuro was that the two of them actually thought of going together, pretending to be calm on the surface but worried about each other.Mother suffered far more than she said, but he didn't expose her scars.

Seijuro gathered his five fingers together, holding the hand that Kaoru had touched his cheek just now.She was like a heat source, passing the temperature to him through the palm of her hand.

The corners of his mouth curled up a little, and his mood was unprecedentedly peaceful.

——Family is his constant support.He once spurned the innocent and ignorant self when he was a child, but in fact he was right.