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As soon as she entered the door, Zhang Ailin looked up and saw the pictures hanging on the surrounding walls, arranged together in large and small sizes, like a cage.

She pointed to one of the paintings: "Is this Zhou Zhou's painting?"

Zhang Ailin knew that Zhou Zhou liked painting, so she said so.

Wei Chan followed Zhang Ailin's fingers, with a kind smile on her face, and signaled Zhou Zhou behind her to close the door: "Of course not, Zhou Zhou didn't like drawing since he was a child. Zhou Zhou is better at the nearby Chinese studies."

Wei Chan refers to the small characters at the bottom of the screen.

densely packed.

"But she always likes to draw something." Zhang Ailin argued.

Wei Chan smiled: "It's all useless things."

Zhang Ailin glanced at Zhou Zhou, her face was calm, and she didn't mean to refute. She bent down, arranged the shoes at the door neatly, and then hung the key in her pocket on the nail nailed on the wall above the shoe rack.

There is a sticky note on the nail, which reads: Welcome home, please don't forget to leave the key here.

It echoes the sticky note on the shoe rack: Please put your shoes here neatly, don't throw them away casually.

Zhang Ailin raised her eyes to look at the layout of the whole house. Apart from the allusions on the walls, there was just a note posted in various places.

"Zhou Zhou entertains Arlene first, and I'll cook for you. Oh, by the way, what kind of flavor does Arlene like? Sweet or spicy?" Wei Chan asked.

"It will be all right."

Zhou Zhou stood behind Zhang Ailin and secretly touched her arm.

Zhang Ailin suddenly remembered, and added: "Thank you, Auntie."

"You're welcome, just wait a minute."

When Wei Chan walked into the kitchen completely, Zhang Ailin turned her head and whispered in Zhou Zhou's ear: "Why do you hang so many paintings in your house?"

Zhou Zhou asked back: "Does Arlene think I want to hang up?"

"Then tear them down."

Zhou Zhou chuckled because of her cuteness: "It's easy to say."

The things hanging on the wall and the things pasted on the objects in front of him have been soaked in Zhou Zhou's life since he was a child. The constraints and rules of the rules have been influenced by him for so many years, so how can he stab them out in a short while?

It was like cutting yourself with a knife.

Wei Chan couldn't understand it better.

During the meal, she suddenly asked: "Baby, how is your score in the final exam?"

Zhou Zhou lowered his head and remained silent.

Wei Chan's face darkened: "Why don't you talk, baby?"

Zhou Zhou raised his head in a hurry, forgot to take a look at Wei Chan, then lowered his head again, picked up a mouthful of rice with chopsticks, put it in his mouth, and spoke vaguely: "It's not very good..."

Zhang Ailin also stopped what she was doing, first looked at Zhou Zhou, and then at Wei Chan.

"Isn't it good? How bad is that?"

"620 points..." Zhou Zhou kept lowering his voice.

Wei Chan's voice was obviously raised, almost forcing her to ask: "Zhou Zhou, you know, I never care about your grades, the grades are not important, just tell me, what is your score in class this time?" What is the ranking?"

Zhang Ailin put down her chopsticks, Wei Chan's words were harsh to her ears.

"Sixth..." Zhou Zhou's voice became even softer, like a child who made a mistake.

Wei Chan no longer pressed her step by step, stopped talking, just looked at Zhou Zhou and smiled, her smile fell into Zhang Ailin's eyes, it was really terrifying.

"Didn't you do well in the exam?" Zhang Ailin said, looking directly at Wei Chan's eyes.

Wei Chan smiled: "Can No.6 be considered good?"

Where she was sitting, just behind her, on the wall behind her, hung a huge portrait, a portrait carefully drawn with fine brushwork, on which was a standing person, dressed in Bright, with a calm expression, he is looking down at the few villains kneeling beside him.

I couldn't see the faces of those villains, I could only see their reverence, I could only see their awe and uneasiness.

At that moment, Zhang Ailin only felt that Wei Chan's smile coincided with the smile on the portrait so coincidentally.

Before Zhang Ailin opened her mouth to respond, Wei Chan took the first step and said: "Zhou Zhou's grades have always been among the best in the class, not No.1, No.2 is barely enough, there is a chance to catch up, but if it is No.6, A slight mistake is a thousand miles away, and the difference in scores is the countless efforts behind the scenes that are far behind No.1. Zhou Zhou, this semester is not delayed by something, right? "

The meaning is directed at Zhang Ailin.

Zhou Zhou understood what Wei Chan meant, and wanted to tell the difference, but Zhang Ailin next to her spoke first: "Oh? Auntie thinks that something has delayed her?"

"By what? By that useless painting, or by some boring person? It's hard to say." Wei Chan said.

"Auntie should be the person who knows Zhou Zhou best."

Wei Chan looked at Zhou Zhou again: "It should be like this, but as the child grows up, there are many things that I don't understand much anymore."

"Then if this is the case, how can auntie not know that Zhou Zhou is allergic to oranges?" Zhang Ailin looked at the fresh orange juice beside Zhou Zhou, and Zhou Zhou didn't take a sip.

Wei Chan froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "How could it be? Zhou Zhou has liked orange juice since he was a child."

"Mom remembers wrongly, it is Chen Zhan who likes orange juice very much." Zhou Zhou said in a low voice.

He was cut off by Wei Chan softly: "Zhou Zhou!"

Zhou Zhou lowered his head again, looking like he was being reprimanded, and dared not speak out again.

"I'm busy with work, so I forgot." Wei Chan stood up, picked up the cup next to Zhou Zhou, and threw it into the trash can by the corner of the table. There was a sound of broken glass, with a little anger. meaning.

"Is there anything else I don't like about my Zhou Zhou, did my mother forget it?"

Zhou Zhou just lowered his head to eat and didn't speak.

Looking at Wei Chan's appearance, Zhang Ailin felt dissatisfied, and frowned tightly: "Auntie, Zhou Zhou didn't want to resist you."

"Oh?" Wei Chan suddenly laughed, "Why did Arlene suddenly use the word "resist"? It turns out there is something Zhou Zhou doesn't like, and it's me?"

"Mom, I didn't!" Zhou Zhou raised his head and said.

Wei Chan raised her eyebrows: "Zhou Zhou, your grades have dropped so badly, am I not even qualified to ask a question? I just said this, and you have thousands of sentences waiting for me."

"not like this…"

"How is it? Zhou Zhou, tell me, what else can I do? I have worked hard for you day and night, the pain on my back has not completely healed, and I have added a new injury to my wrist. For you, I gave all my youth and all I have, and now, have you only got your dissatisfaction with me? Zhou Zhou, tell me truthfully, what is your dissatisfaction with your mother? Tell me Mom, mom must correct it, okay?"

Wei Chan's face was full of sadness, her eyes were flushed, and she seemed to be about to cry.

"Mom, don't do this..."

"Zhou Zhou, please tell mom not to make mom sad like this, okay?" As she said, tears finally slid down her cheeks and dripped onto Zhou Zhou's heart.

When she cried, Zhou Zhou had no choice but to wipe away her tears as in the past, knelt down beside Wei Chan, admitted his mistakes sentence by sentence with gentle words, and took stock of his own Wrong place.

Zhang Ailin never understood why softness is also a kind of strength, and now she finally sees it.

This is more than a kind of strength.

Softness can be intertwined with brutality, predation and deceit.

Silently looking sideways at Wei Chan and Zhou Zhou, after staying for a while, he opened his mouth to break the silence in the air: "Sorry for the interruption, it's getting late, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first."

Wei Chan got up quickly: "Zhou Zhou will send Arlene off."

Zhou Zhou obeyed meekly, and followed Zhang Ailin absentmindedly, walked into the elevator, and followed one path after another to the intersection where they were about to part.

An extraordinarily bright street lamp shone above their heads.

Suddenly, the snowflakes suddenly increased in size, and they couldn't wait to jump down from the cold north wind and violently churned in the air, as if it was a blazing white fire that ignited everything around them, and everything around them was blurred in this place. In the heavy snow.

The moment Zhang Ailin hugged Zhou Zhou deeply, she felt her body tremble violently.

Zhou Zhou hid in Arlene's arms, weeping silently, her clothes were wet with tears.

The wind blew more wildly, as if it was sweeping the heavy snow with claws and claws, about to break through the stubborn glimmer of light in the glass lampshade in the dark night.

Arlene just hugged Zhou Zhou tighter.

"I understand your sadness." She said softly.

This voice was so soft that it didn't look like it was in the hustle and bustle of the cold wind, but it fell heavily on Zhou Zhou's heart like a warm stove.

Tears could not stop falling down.

Weeping for living like this for so many years.

Weep for my dearest mother.

Weep for myself like this.

Crying for Arlene in front of her.

After a long time, Zhou Zhou regained his senses, gently pushed Arlene's arms away, and said with a choked voice, "Arlene, go back quickly, it's getting late, Uncle Ye Qiu should be angry again."

"I'm not afraid."

Zhou Zhou laughed, his eyes still red and swollen: "I know you're not afraid, but I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?"

Even though Zhou Zhou was silent, Arlene could read from her eyes: "I'm afraid you will be sad."

Arlene took out a pen from her pocket, Zhou Zhou took it, and asked in surprise, "What is this?"

Before she could reply, she took out another liner and handed it to Zhou Zhou.

Zhou Zhou held a pen in his hand: "What is this?"

Zhang Ailin couldn't help but grabbed a handful from her pocket and stuffed it into Zhou Zhou's hand: "There are still these."

Zhou Zhou could hardly hold it with his hands: "A Lin, what the hell is it?"

Zhang Ailin looked into Zhou Zhou's eyes and said seriously: "I don't know what kind of pens are suitable for you, so I bought them all. What your mother said is not quite right. Your paintings are very beautiful, I hope you continue to draw. go down."

Tears fell from Zhou Zhou's eye sockets one after another, echoing with her cheeks that were slightly flushed by the wind, turning into a beautiful painting in the wind and snow.

"Arin is the first person ever to say that to me."

"But I'm sure I won't be the last."