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Nan Xiangwan's anger could only be sulking.

And Qiao Yingzi's happiness is silly.

It's both silly and eloquent.

Happy time always flies by.

In the blink of an eye, she finished her evening self-study and arrived home. Qiao Yingzi said hello to her mother and entered her room.

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Song Qian was busy in the kitchen, raising her voice and asking questions. At first she heard her daughter's response, but then she lost her hearing. Then she realized that her daughter had entered the soundproof room she had prepared and couldn't hear her anymore.

So she turned around to see if her daughter had entered the room and got into the mood, but all she saw was the curtain that had been lowered.

For a moment, she was left there, motionless for a long time, until the hot water boiled, and she came back to her senses again.

What did she see?

Her Yingzi actually lowered the curtain as soon as she entered the room! ! !

This is obviously because she doesn’t want her mother to observe!

That’s okay!

This action stimulated her too much, so she quickly turned off the fire in the kitchen. She was not in a hurry to serve her daughter supper. She came directly over and turned the doorknob to open the door and go in.

Something even more unacceptable happened to her. The door was locked.

"Eiko, open the door, what are you doing inside?!"

Song Qian couldn't accept her daughter's initiative to do this, so she banged the door hard and started yelling.

The daughter's silky little combo ruined most of the study room she spent a lot of money to build.

You can't see inside, and because the soundproofing is so good, you can't hear what's going on inside. God knows what my daughter is doing inside.

But no matter what she was doing, she didn't know and couldn't intervene immediately.

It's better to not have such a soundproof study room, it's simply worse than an ordinary study room!

After slapping and shouting for a while, Qiao Yingzi came over to open the door and said in surprise: "Mom, what are you doing?"

"I asked you to have some midnight snack..." Song Qian said as she squeezed into the house, glanced around, and asked tentatively: "Yingzi, what are you doing in the house? Why are you locking the door and drawing down the curtains?"

Didn't Mom tell you that you are not allowed to pull down the curtains, especially not to lock the door? This is not safe. If you feel uncomfortable, Mom will not be able to go in and save you. "

"It's okay." Qiao Yingzi wanted to be perfunctory, but it was obvious that her mother did not accept this answer. She could only say bluntly: "Mom, I am an adult, can't I have any privacy at home?"

"..." Song Qian was speechless.

In the past, she would have definitely fought back.

privacy?

I'm your mother!

What kind of privacy do you and your mother want?

But after He Chen's threat from Chi Guoguo, she became afraid. Not only did her daughter become an adult, she could also be her grandmother at any time.

And once he knew that He Chen had made such extreme remarks, he would probably be eager to try it.

Compared with this kind of direct threat to 'demolish the house', my daughter just pulled down the curtains and locked the door at home, wanting some privacy, which seemed not so unacceptable...

Facing her daughter's expectant and insistent eyes, Song Qian gave in and retreated.

But that night, she couldn't sleep.

It wasn’t even the first night.

She directly took out her mobile phone, turned on the recorder, and said to herself in the darkness: "Today is October 24, 2011, zero o'clock, and frost is falling. Just like my mood, it is as cold as frost, and it has dropped to zero o'clock!"

Today is my 5th day of insomnia!

Since that day... I have been very anxious and often have nightmares at night, dreaming about yellow hair and motorcycles. I would rather he came to find me.

But alas not.

Even though it was a nightmare, even though I felt a little tired during the day, I could still fall asleep intermittently.

But Yingzi's changes have become more and more serious these days, making me unable to sleep and eat well, and I have completely suffered from insomnia.

She looked so happy.

But this happiness is not because of me!

Everything I have worked hard and sacrificed for her over the years seems like a joke.

Is she happier without me?

Hahaha!

How ironic!

I always disliked Qiao Weidong's stupidity in the past, so Yingzi inherited more of his genes, so will she be as heartless as him in the future?

No!

No!

My Yingzi would never do this to me!

I gave up everything for her!

I don’t want to remarry or fall in love.

I even gave up my best and only best friend for her!

This is the only person who can communicate with me and let me tell some of my innermost thoughts. When Qiao Weidong cheated on me and betrayed me, he drank with me and scolded the scumbag, stayed with me through the most difficult time, and helped me stand up again. Best friend!

For my Yingzi, I gave up!

But now my Yingzi wants privacy and freedom. The curtains are drawn down and the door is locked, completely cutting me off!

I'm so lonely!

I'm so desperate!

Woohoo! "

Song Qian was talking to herself in her room, and when she got to the point where she was sad, she cried loudly into the phone's recorder.

However, the daughter she wanted to communicate with the most fell asleep soundly in the soundproof room she spent a lot of money to build, with a silly grin on her face. She didn't know what kind of sweet dream she had, and she had no idea that her mother was crying next door. .

This scene is inexplicably sad, but in the eyes of those who understand it, it is more of a huge contrast and absurdity.

What's going on?

Qiao Yingzi is becoming more and more cheerful and happy, but Song Qian, a mother, is not only unhappy, but is also becoming insomniac and even extremely miserable?

This is too outrageous!

But if you think about it carefully, although it is unexpected, it is reasonable.

Qiao Yingzi's happiness is the happiness that is not controlled by Song Qian.

This kind of happiness, she might rather not have it!

Song Qian cried for a while, turned off the recorder on her mobile phone, and couldn't stay in bed anymore. It was almost the beginning of winter, and the temperature at night was already very low. She put on her coat, glanced at her daughter's silent room, and walked out of the house sadly.

She wanted to go out and relax, to see if walking would help her sleep.

She just wanted to have a good sleep now.

After going downstairs, walking in the community, turning a corner, she exclaimed in astonishment: "Why are you here?"

"Why are you here?" It was her good friend Tong Wenjie who was also hanging out outside in a coat.

After the two blurted out, they remembered that they were still in a cold war, so they both kept silent, letting the community quiet down again.

"What happened to He Chen? Your Yingzi, why are you so sleepless?" After a moment of silence, Tong Wenjie spoke first with a sharp tone.

Song Qian was about to speak when she heard someone coming over again. She looked over and saw Ji Yangyang's mother Liu Jing, who lived on the first floor, also wandering over. Seeing the two of them, she was also stunned.

"What are you doing..."

"You can't sleep, so you're out for a walk."

"Me too."

"Me too."

Three parents who live on the first, second and third floors of a building, whose children all go to Chunfeng Middle School and are classmates, are hiding from their families and wandering around in an empty community in the early morning when they should be sleeping quietly. It's not normal no matter how you look at it.

But when they looked at each other, they knew that they were in the same situation, and they all had deep worries that made them sleepless.

"He Chen?" Tong Wenjie reported a name first.

"He Chen!" Song Qian knew that she couldn't hide it, so she simply admitted it directly.

"... He Chen." Liu Jing hesitated for a moment and also said He Chen's name.

At this moment, because of He Chen, those who hate women have gathered!