Help, I was forced into marriage by a monster!

In an instant, a huge sense of loss struck, like a mountain covering the sky and the sun, completely blocking the last ray of light in my heart.

"Da?" Xiao Douding, who was sitting on the sofa, made a hesitant sound.

Song Yinzhi raised his head, and saw the little baby half-kneeling on the armrest of the sofa, stretching out his little white hand towards him, his brows furrowed together.

He tried his best to lean out, trying to grab Song Yinzhi's hand.

Between the two of them, it was like an invisible long river. One side tried hard to cross this long river, but the other was obviously at a loss for various reasons, and didn't even know whether to respond or not.

"Brother..." The little baby stretched out one calf, impatiently wanting to jump off the sofa.

Song Yinzhi's head is in a mess now. He originally wanted to sit down with his mother and have a long talk, and convey his thoughts to her earnestly, but later he found out that his mother is the kind of person who doesn't like oil and salt at all. Will not change easily.

So there may be no follow-up.

"Brother...it hurts, I want to cry."

Just when Song Yinzhi was thinking wildly, there was a sudden muffled sound, like the sound of flesh colliding with the floor, it hurts just to hear it, followed by the little baby's aggrieved sound.

In the chaotic mind, there was a hint of pain.

Song Yinzhi walked over quickly, picked up the baby from the ground, and lifted his trouser legs to check if he was injured.

"I'm sorry, Xueqiu, it's all my brother's fault for not being optimistic about you. Does it hurt from the fall? Where does it hurt? Brother help you."

The little baby tightly grasped Song Yinzhi's collar with his hands, crossed his legs on him, and pouted his moist mouth in dissatisfaction, as if he was about to cry.

Seeing this emotion, Song Yinzhi deeply felt that that point in his body was really stimulated.

The mother always insisted on one thing and never gave people a chance to explain, let alone a meaningless long talk, but what she said, a child who is so old doesn't know how to find something to eat when he is hungry?

As it turns out, it can't.

For a one-and-a-half-year-old baby, this kind of request is like boiling water to make ice.

He couldn't even walk unsteadily, let alone find food by himself.

"Be good, baby, don't cry." Song Yinzhi shook his body lightly, coaxing the poor, weak and helpless baby in his arms.

At this moment, the door rang twice and was pushed open abruptly.

The mother was like an evil ghost that had just climbed up from Shura Hell, exuding black air all over her body, and she asked:

"Why are you dawdling, insisting that I take you out in person? Put this child down quickly and go!"

Nestled in Song Yinzhi's arms, the little baby looked timidly at the hostile woman, shrank his head, let out a "boom", and immediately buried his face in Song Yinzhi's chest.

Seeing the baby's frightened appearance, Song Yinzhi didn't know where the evil fire came from. This was probably the first time he had spoken to his mother so seriously and forcefully:

"Your dissatisfaction with me, please don't vent it on innocent people, the child is not wrong."

"No mistake?!" Mother raised her eyebrows, "I think you've really lost your mind."

Saying that, Song Yinzhi's mother raised her hand and grabbed the baby's clothes, pulling him down hard: "Let me go!"

The baby was stunned for a moment, holding onto Song Yinzhi's collar tightly with his small hands, tears welling in his eyes, and kept yelling "bad bad", his little face was flushed from suffocation, I felt pity for his appearance.

"mom!"

When the storm circle hit, it was this rude tug that completely angered Song Yinzhi.

Anger piled up layer upon layer, and the tongue of fire licked furiously, quickly devouring the only sliver of reason left in his mind.

"For so many years, have you heard my thoughts? Even just once! Have you respected my wishes? Have you thought about me even once?!"

The soaring emotions permeated the air, and the gunpowder barrel in my heart was finally completely ignited one day, followed by an explosion that destroyed the bones.

Song Yinzhi's mother didn't seem to have expected why the child suddenly went crazy and dared to talk to her so loudly. She was also a little dazed for a while, and moved her mouth twice, but in the end she couldn't say a word.

"I'm a human being with flesh and blood and a soul, and I have my own thoughts. I'm tired of living like a marionette. I just want to please you every day, and then I push myself into a corner and live like a puppet."

Song Yinzhi raised his eyes, his eyes were red.

"You always say that it is not easy for you to drag me after my father died. Is my father's death my fault? Can I be deprived of my rights as a human being? Can I ignore my feelings?"

As he spoke, it was as if a ball of cotton had been stuffed into his throat. Even though Song Yinzhi tried his best to cover it up, the sobs still came out uncontrollably.

I don't know which word irritated Song Yinzhi's mother, her eyes suddenly turned red, but her expression was still as cold as the Antarctic ice.

"Is the system really that good?" After a long time, Song Yinzhi seemed to have calmed down, and his voice became softer, but when he asked this question, his tone was irresistibly firm.

"It's so good that you still want to stay in it even if you are scared and painful every day? If you say, this is the life you, as a mother, want your son to live, then I admit it, and I will go with you now."

His mother looked at him, her pupils trembling.

Her pale orange lips trembled twice, then she turned around slowly, leaving only a profile.

After a while, she slowly said: "Mom is really just for your own good."

"I understand, I'm not young anymore, I understand the truth, but it's not putting the cart before the horse for me." Song Yinzhi said, hugging the little snowball in his arms, "I also know what I want, what kind of life is right for me. I'm just happy."

The mother turned her head slightly, looking at the little baby in her arms from the corner of her eye.

sneer.

What a shrewd little guy, just now he looked like he was terrified to death, but now he looks so proud, he just wishes he could tell the world that he is the biggest winner.

Mother took a deep breath slowly, raised her hand——

Seeing the woman's hand painted with Kodan stretching out, the little baby tilted his head and quickly avoided it.

The mother sighed, smiled, pressed the baby's head forcibly, rubbed his light-colored hair vigorously, and seemed to complain:

"Auntie really wonders if you are a little goblin who ran out from somewhere and hooked my son Hun'er."

The little baby showed displeasure, and shook his head vigorously, trying to avoid Song Yinzhi's mother's Lushan's claws.

Under Song Yinzhi's astonished eyes, the mother raised her bag, still proudly raising her head:

"Anyway, I hope you will think about it carefully."

"Mom, what do you mean?" Song Yinzhi felt joy instantly in his heart when he heard it, and hurried over.

"What do I mean? I didn't say anything. You'd better think carefully. Don't come to me and cry at the end. It's annoying."

After leaving these words, the mother left the mansion with a bag and high heels.

However, the moment she stepped out of the mansion, this woman who had been strong all her life suddenly shed tears.

There is only one drop, which is still within the acceptable range.

Song Yinzhi chased out with the baby in his arms: "Mom, I'll take you to the car."

Mother didn't turn her head, her voice was still cold: "I'm not old enough to need someone to take me to the car."

Song Yinzhi looked at his mother's leaving back with mixed feelings in his heart.

I got the promise of "I want to live the life I want", but for some reason, I am not particularly happy. Maybe it is because I have obeyed my mother's advice for too long, and it has been smooth sailing for too long. Song Yinzhi doesn't know if his current choice is really correct. .

He also knew that it was impossible for him to be with this little Douding for the rest of his life. Sooner or later, he would grow up and he would leave eventually.

So when that time comes, what should I do?

Thinking about it, he subconsciously looked down at Baby Feng Qi.

The little baby was looking at the back of his mother leaving, with an indifferent expression, but the moment he caught Song Yinzhi's gaze from the corner of his eye, he immediately frowned, pouted his mouth, and looked at him aggrieved.