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It was almost time for class, Xu Qingan wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and put the certificate and papers into his schoolbag.

It didn't take long for the piano to sound, and everyone said that music could reflect the player's mood, but Xu Qing'an's mood was not very good.

He was frightened and kept thinking about how to face his mother when he got home, so much so that when he played the piano, he made a mistake.

"It doesn't matter, An An, let's take it slow. If we play the wrong one, we can try it a few more times." A young and gentle female teacher taught Xu Qing'an to play the piano. Seeing the little guy's frowning face was a little anxious, he couldn't help but comfort him. .

Xu Qingan raised his head, looked at the teacher, pursed his lips, and nodded.

Actually, he was a little scared.

Every few days, my mother would ask the teachers of each course about his learning progress. Once the teacher reported that he was not doing well in his studies or was not paying attention, his mother would scold him.

"An An, my mother worked so hard to make money because she wanted to train your three siblings to become talents. Studying is the best way out for you, you know?"

"An An, my mother doesn't want to force you, but my mother is for your own good. The competition in society is so fierce now that it is difficult for many college students to find jobs. With one more skill, they will be able to endure less hardship in the future."

"Look at other people's homes, you have good grades, you can study everything well, and people are so good. What about you, I just want you to study more classes, and you are tired. I'm not doing it for your own good, not for your own good. , What am I doing so hard to earn money, I am a woman, and I want to raise your three children, is it easy for me? I worked so hard, in the end, what did I get in return, did I get your resentment in exchange?"

"An An, you have to remember that I am your mother, and my mother loves you for your own good and will never harm you."

Xu Qingan still remembers those words, because they repeat in his ears every once in a while.

Xu Qingan couldn't remember how old he was when he listened to these words, it seemed that it started when he was sensible.

He is twelve years old this year, and is still in the fifth grade of elementary school. Most of the other students are ignorant, but he is very precocious, not only him, but also his sister and brother.

Xu Qingan wanted to be a good child in his mother's heart and hoped to be his mother's pride. From childhood to adulthood, his mother arranged his life to the fullest. He was like a small sapling, growing according to the direction arranged by his mother.

But sometimes, he really wants to say that the sunshine and rain and dew that his mother gave him are too much, and they add to him. .

Sometimes, he wants to say, Mom, can you love me a little less.

But he can't.

He still remembers that sometimes his mother would hug him and cry, talk about how others looked down on her as a single mother, and talk about her failures, which is why she failed to keep her husband.

Her husband has left her, and if her children leave her, she will definitely collapse.

Xu Qingan knew that he couldn't blame his mother, because his mother loved him, and his mother was for his own good.

He only felt that the road ahead seemed to be covered with a layer of smoke. He couldn't see clearly, or maybe he couldn't see clearly. He could only be led by his mother. As for where he was going, he didn't know, he was dazed and uneasy. , and there is no way to break free, and there is no way to break free.