3 Bay Street

On the second day of the school opening ceremony, An Yu went to school by car.

Thinking that it was An Chen who made a big splash yesterday, he was in a very bad mood.His overall grades are also good, but they are always lower than An Chen. The so-called "second child of ten thousand years" is just so aggrieved.

The car was parked under the sycamore tree at the school gate. As soon as he got out of the car, a woman rushed up and called him, "Ayu? It's really you, Ayu, son..."

An Yu frowned and looked at the woman in her 40s with disheveled hair, and she was holding a seven or eight-year-old girl by the hand. The woman excitedly pushed the little girl in front of An Yu: "Yueyue, hurry up, call you Brother Ayu!"

The little girl raised her head obediently and shouted, "Brother Ayu!"

An Yu avoided her and wanted to leave, but the woman grabbed his arm again: "Ayu, I am your mother, your mother is quiet, don't you remember?"

An Yu was young back then, so he couldn't remember his mother's face clearly, but he still remembered the name An Jing.

He stopped in his tracks, looked back, and immediately remembered that this woman had left him and ran away with others, and a surge of resentment rose in his heart, and he pulled her hand away and was about to walk into the school.

Jing Jing grabbed him, An Yu turned around, Jing Jing was pleasantly surprised, thinking that he was going to talk to her, but who knew that An Yu beckoned, and two security guards on duty at the school gate came over.

The two security guards had already seen the chatter here, and walked over with unfriendly expressions: "What's going on?"

An Yu only looked down at his arm: "You stained my clothes."

Only then did Jing Jing glance at his son timidly, and then slowly let go of his hand.

Only then did she realize that her son was no longer the well-behaved ten-year-old boy back then, but this strange boy in clean school uniform who was picked up by a driver.

An Yu entered the school gate without looking back.

The security guards started to chase her away, but Jing Jing didn't give up. She still had another son who hadn't seen her yet, so she refused to leave.In the midst of pushing and shoving, An Jing fell to the ground with an "ouch".

When she was about to get up, she saw a pair of clean shoes parked in front of her.

Jing Jing looked up, and there was a boy with a cold expression standing in front of her. The boy was expressionless and didn't speak, but as a mother's instinct, Jing Jing immediately knew that it was An Chen.

An Chen has been cold and cold since he was a child, he doesn't like to talk, his eyebrows are raised slightly, and his lips are pursed. With this expression, Jing Jing will never admit it wrong.

"Achen..."

Since she was very young, An Jing had talked a lot to her daughter. As soon as An Yue heard her mother speak, she knew that the person in front of her was her brother. She happily shouted again: "Brother Ah Chen!"

An Chen only glanced at them lightly, turned around and left, but he didn't walk into the school gate, but walked out of the school gate.

Jing Jing was stunned for a while before she understood, and quickly pulled An Yue to follow.

Coincidentally, An Chen saw it as early as when An Jing was arguing with An Yula, but he just stood far away and didn't want to talk to her at first, but in the end he didn't make up his mind.

An Chen took them to a meal, found a hotel to stay in, and went to the bank to withdraw money, without saying a word the whole time.

Jing Jing stared blankly at the pile of money on the table, feeling a little embarrassed: "Ah Chen, mom doesn't want your money, mom can find a job and can support herself, so you should keep it for yourself."

An Chen only glanced at her indifferently, then shifted his gaze to An Yue: "I'm for her. Find a house and settle down."

"Achen..."

An Chen didn't even look at her: "I'm leaving."

An Yue saw her brother for the first time, although she was a little bit reluctant, she still waved obediently: "Brother Ah Chen, goodbye."

Jing Jing kept chasing him out of the hotel, "Ah Chen, Ah Chen, mom didn't mean to leave you behind, she was knocked out and taken away, she escaped after so many years, Ah Chen, mom is sorry ..."

An Chen stopped, turned around and looked at An Jing, weeping uncontrollably: "Mom can't help it..."

In An Chen's few memories, An Jing is the woman who is somewhat pretty, always lazy, and fantasizes about becoming the wife of a rich businessman one day, but the image of this miserable and pitiful mother makes An Chen feel strange.

For An Chen, the mother's love at this time has come too late.

Bay Street is brightly lit at night.

An Chen sat on the balcony, facing the sea in the night, not knowing what he was drawing.

It was already past one o'clock in the morning, and Han Ning came out of the study, and saw An Chen sitting on the balcony, the living room lights were off, only a dim wall lamp on the balcony was on, casting a somewhat lonely figure from his back.

Han Ning felt a little strange, he walked over and asked him, "Are you still awake so late?"

An Chen nodded: "Go to bed soon."

He lowered his head and his voice was a little low.

Han Ning glanced at the dark mass on the drawing board. An Chen was like this when he was a child. He was sad and unhappy, and he never said it out. He just scribbled on the drawing board, it was pitch black, and he didn't know what he was drawing.

Han Ning put away his crutches, slowly bent his left leg, sat down and put his arms around his shoulders.

He understands that An Chen has grown up, and a 17-year-old boy will start to have his own worries and worries.If An Chen didn't speak up, he wouldn't ask.

The night wind is a bit cool, and it is still spring, and the temperature at the seaside is a bit low.

After sitting for a while, An Chen tilted his head slightly: "Fourth Uncle, go in and rest."

Han Ning shook his head: "It's okay, I'll sit down for a while."

An Chen stopped talking.

After a while, An Chen felt that his fourth uncle might have fallen asleep like this because he was too tired from work.

Han Ning put his arms around him, and just put his head on his shoulders. The two of them were head to head, and their soft breath could sweep up to his neck. Such an intimate posture made An Chen feel a little uncomfortable, but there was a hint of saying no in his heart. Come out happy.

He didn't dare to move, for fear of disturbing his fourth uncle's rest, even though his neck was sore, he gritted his teeth and held on.

He has always had amazing willpower, and he doesn't know how long he has been holding on for so long that his whole body is almost numb, and his neck is so sore that it doesn't seem to be his own. Only then did Han Ning wake up in a daze.

He said softly: "Sorry, I fell asleep..."

An Chen heaved a sigh of relief, felt a little lost again, and then smiled: "Fourth uncle, don't work so late in the future."

Han Ning touched his hair: "You go to bed early, too."

An Chen nodded and agreed. Seeing that Han Ning went back to his bedroom with a cane, he was still in the same house, but only went back to one bedroom, and he felt a little bit of reluctance in his heart.

At this time, he still didn't know what kind of feelings it was. He only remembered that when he was sad, his fourth uncle Han Ning hugged him warmly.