His tangled look was reflected in the teacup.

“…I met Yaya at a very young age…”

The boy suddenly started telling a story.

...

Xiao Xiao's eyebrows raised lightly.

He didn't say anything.

He has always been a good listener.

...

“I was isolated from my class when I was a kid…”

Although it was already a thing of the past, the boy's re-recording the gray memory still made the boy frown tightly.

"My dad left home one day and never came back..."

The boy tried his best to say the wind was light and cloudless.

For him, the emotions he should have about this matter have indeed been diluted in the long river of time.

"Unknown reason."

The boy pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Someone said...my dad was arrested for committing a crime..."

"Someone said...my dad had an affair..."

"Anyway... rumors broke out."

The boy stroked the wall of the teacup with his fingers.

Looking down at the tea.

"Everyone pointed at me and my mother..."

"At that time, I always met my neighbors, grandparents, uncles and aunts. They all shook their heads at me with sympathy."

"Say I'm a poor child..."

"Remind me to listen to my mother..."

"Otherwise... if my mother doesn't want me, I will become an orphan."

The corners of the boy's face, reflected in the teacup, twitched.

At that time, he was still young and had no idea why the familiar people around him suddenly became uneasy and strange?

He was at a loss.

He pulled his mother's clothes and asked where his father was going?

He cried and asked for his father.

That time, it was the first time he saw his mother look so devastated and hysterical.

A sharp sound hit his brain.

The only thing he heard clearly was...

Dad doesn't want them anymore.

...

Why?

He doesn't understand.

Why don’t dad want them anymore?

But he dared not ask.

My mother's appearance frightened him.

My mother even forgot to cook that day.

He is so hungry.

But I didn't dare to tell my mother.

He searched for some messy snacks at home and swallowed them all, and for a while he had supper.

Lying on the bed at night, he wrapped himself tightly with a quilt.

I fell asleep in fear and hesitation.

...

Fortunately, my mother returned to normal the next day.

I made breakfast for him.

As usual, remind him not to leave anything behind.

Send him to the doorstep.

He can go to school by himself after one week of school, so he doesn't need to send it to him by his mother.

He acted very well-behaved.

He likes such a mother.

He doesn't want his mother to be like yesterday.

Yesterday's mother was so scary.

...

He went out with a happy mood.

Because my mother has changed back.

But soon, his happy mood was covered in shadow.

Because the classmates in the class have changed.

Like those grandparents, uncles and aunts.

Just looking at him with a more naked look.

They were in groups of three or five, whispering.

And he is the one who was excluded.

He wasn't an extrovert.

Because of his inexplicable concern, he couldn't even take the initiative to ask them what they were saying.

He can only be stiff in position.

Pretending to look at the textbook in front of me.

Actually, he didn't look at anything.

Pretend to hear nothing.

In fact, he really only heard a few words.

He only felt a buzzing sound in his ears.

Very noisy.

Very noisy.

Just like his messy heart.

...

He never felt that the class ringtone was so beautiful.

...

His life has changed.

From the day he never saw his father again.

At that time, he actually didn't understand why such changes occurred?

...

Mom later told him that dad was out for a trip.

Traveled far away.

He endured it, but still couldn't help asking his mother: When will dad come back?

Since you're traveling, you'll always come back, right?

He was optimistic.
Chapter completed!