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After Du Ruo finished speaking, he held his breath and waited quietly for the boy's answer.

There was a brief silence on the other side.

After a while, Han Yu flatly refused.

"No, I have something to do tomorrow and I'm not at school."

Du Ruo was taken aback, holding the phone in her hand, and her tone became slightly irritable, "Han Yu, stop being stubborn!" She was a little angry, pacing back and forth in the living room, "I finally persuaded your father, you just Can't you lower your head?"

She had just finished speaking, before the boy could answer, she took a deep breath and said—

"The school does not allow accommodation during the summer vacation. Where else can you go if you don't go home? For a day or two, you can go to your classmates. How about this month or two months?"

"You are stubborn, you have been stubborn enough during this period of time, but my mother asked you, can you be stubborn for a lifetime?"

"Han Yu, if Dad really kicked you out, why didn't he freeze the bank card too? If he really didn't recognize you as a son, he would have done a lot of things long ago. You don't know."

"You two... just want to save face too much, and neither of you will give in to the other."

Du Ruo sighed deeply, the ending drifted away, and slowly turned around in front of the floor-to-ceiling window glass.

She is at home now.

During the one and a half months that Han Yu lived in school, the house had been left unattended. When Du Ruo first entered, he almost choked on the dust in the air.

The whole living room was lifeless.

She glanced back and forth, finally put down her expensive handbag, and put on disposable rubber gloves.

Then he went to Han Yu's bedroom, found a pure white T-shirt and a pair of cotton pajama pants from the teenager's closet, and changed the elegant dress that was not suitable for housework.

If Du Ruo is the daughter of a rich family, she usually has a cleaning lady to help clean up, so she has never done a big cleaning by herself.

This is the first time.

She tossed and tossed all afternoon, and it was seven or eight o'clock in the evening before she felt that everything was done. Originally, I wanted to cook some noodles to fill my stomach, but when I checked the refrigerator, let alone noodles, there was no pure water.

So Du Ruo hurriedly changed out of the clothes again, and ran to the convenience store at the gate of the community to buy some fast food and snacks.

The T-shirt and pajama pants that were soiled due to the cleaning were thrown on the washing machine in the bathroom, and there was no time to wash them.

By the time Du Ruo finished dinner and cleaned the bowls and pans, it was almost ten o'clock. Thinking that Han Yu didn't have the habit of going to bed early, she called him with confidence.

For so many years, Du Ruo has always felt guilty towards Han Yu.

It's just this guilt... very contradictory.

Because it's based on a painful past.

If Han Yu hadn't escaped back then, everything might have been different.

More importantly, Han Yu escaped under his own nose, deceived her and escaped.

Du Ruo closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably.

Both are her children, which one can she prefer?

For more than ten years, she has been dreaming every night.

In the dream, there are often two equally delicate faces, both of which look like handsome teenagers.

Whenever she is indifferent to Han Yu, Han Yu will fall into her dream. She still had a cute little round face when she was two years old. She twisted her **** when she climbed the stairs, and liked to gnaw her fingers when she was hungry. It was rare to see her go home, and she would drool and smile foolishly, but she would not rush to her for a hug.

Every time Du Ruo wakes up from such a dream, her heart will be tightly clenched together, the pain is so painful that it is difficult to breathe.

Then she would feel that she owed Han Yu too much.

Can…

Whenever she warms up to Han Yu because of guilt, Han Chan will fall into her dream again. In the dream, he was still in the hospital, locked in the isolation ward, his body was covered with all kinds of instruments for testing body indicators at any time, his small face was so thin that it was out of shape, and only two dark but lifeless eyes remained , staring at her firmly through the glass window.

She saw his mouth open and close, obviously no words came out, but she understood.

Han Chan says—

Mom, I'm going to die, I'm going to die soon.

She froze in place.

In Han Chan's innocent eyes, there was a bit of hatred that didn't match his age.

He said again—

Mom, I was killed by Han Yu. When you were so kind to him, did you ever think about how I was doing there?

Mom, I'm cold, I'm afraid of the dark, I don't want to sleep alone.

Mommy mommy…

Han Chan's call gradually faded away.

Du Ruo broke into a cold sweat from fright, and couldn't fall asleep anymore.

Then she would feel that Han Yu owed Han Chan too much.

These two emotions tormented the woman's nerves repeatedly, making her feel uneasy for so many years.

When Han Chan's accident happened, Du Ruo couldn't fall asleep without sleeping pills, and sometimes he could only rest for an hour or two even after taking the medicine.

Relying on coffee and exquisite and perfect makeup, she survived difficult days and nights, months and years.

Who would know what a haggard face lies under this makeup? She is not yet forty years old, but her skin is already old.

So Han Yu's father no longer loves her.

So this marriage has already come to an end.

So after losing a son and a husband, she finally realized that she couldn't lose her last dearest person.

That person is Han Yu.

"Son, stop making trouble, pack your things tonight, and I'll pick you up early tomorrow morning." Du Ruo softened his tone and said in a low voice.

Han Yu didn't speak, but felt his abnormality.

His heart would have trembled because of his mother.

"You don't need to pick me up," after a long time, until Du Ruo could hardly wait, the young man finally said slowly, "I'll come back later by myself." He sighed silently, as if something was about to come out of his chest.

"Okay," Du Ruo also breathed a sigh of relief, not daring to push Han Yu too hard, and then said, "Then we go out to have dinner together when we get home, do you think it's okay?"

"En." He didn't refuse, and he rubbed his half-damp hair in boredom, unwilling to continue communicating with her.

Du Ruo accepted it as soon as it was ready, "That's it, you go to bed first, it's getting late." She looked up at the clock and warned.

Without saying goodbye, Han Yu directly cut off the phone.

Du Ruo is not annoyed.

As far as she is concerned, the boy tonight has used the most patience with herself over the years.

On the other end, Han Yu stood there in a daze for a few minutes, seemingly unable to react from the conversation just now.

He was very surprised, why didn't he get angry, but subconsciously agreed to Du Ruo?

possible…

Maybe there is a seed buried in everyone's heart.

That seed has a name, homesickness.

Tan Xiao, who is as strong as he is, his only last thought is to go home.

Perhaps, he is also such a person.

No matter how indifferent and indifferent on the surface, he can pretend to be flawless in front of everyone, but he cannot deceive himself.

A feeling of powerlessness arises spontaneously.

Han Yu shook his head, forcing himself to throw out these messy thoughts.