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After another half a month of non-stop shooting, Song Ci was completed on January 12, [-], ten days earlier than the expected completion date.

Even so, he still missed Li Fan's game.

The male model competition came to an end a week before he was finalized. Li Fan won the championship as he wished, and successfully signed with Heliansun Model Agency, officially becoming a male model.

During the competition, due to the continuous media reports, Li Fan was already well-known in the modeling circle. Before the competition was over, he had already started to shoot the covers of fashion magazines.When the magazine was launched, Song Ci specially asked Zheng Zhi to buy a copy. Looking at the proud man with a perfect upper body on the cover, he was a bit unfamiliar, but this did not prevent him from feeling proud.

Song Ci called and asked him what gift he wanted, Li Fan said, "I'll tell you when you come back."

Now that he's finished, and the final exam is two days away, he should immediately buy a plane ticket and fly back to City S, but he didn't.

He can't just leave.

On January 13th, Song Ci left Zheng Zhi and left the hotel alone on the grounds that he was playing alone.

Wearing a mask, he took the bus to the N City Women's Prison.

After getting off the bus, I followed the road signs and walked for a while on the desolate road, only to see a gray building.

Song Ci stood in the cold wind for a while, took off his mask, went in to register, paid the visit fee, passed through the security gate, and was led to the visit room. The female prison guard said, "You sit here and wait for a while."

Song Ci sat down.

In front of it is a huge piece of glass, behind the glass is a small narrow room.

After a while, his mother would appear in this small room.

My palms were sweating non-stop.

He rubbed the corner of his clothes, staring straight at the opposite side.

After sitting like this for about 5 minutes, the door of the small room opened.

Song Ci was so nervous that he stopped breathing.

He stared intently at the woman in front of him.

The woman was hunched over, wearing a bulky off-white prison uniform, with dry, frizzy, short ear-length hair, and her temples were already graying.Her eye sockets were sunken, her eyes were cloudy and lifeless, the corners of her eyes were bruised, and her sallow skin was covered with wrinkles.

Song Ci couldn't believe that the woman in front of him was his mother.

Although her mother is over forty years old, she is still a very beautiful woman after dressing up, which makes many men fascinated.

But the woman in front of her seemed to be a [-]-something old lady who had been ravaged by the years. She was skinny and haggard. Just looking at her, I felt a chill creeping up from the soles of my feet, and my whole body was icy cold.

But this woman was indeed his mother, Xia Mobing.

Her eyebrows, her nose, and her mouth are still in the same shape as before, but they don't have the same look as before.

Xia Mobing saw Song Ci through the glass, her eyes flickered, but that was all. She seemed to have no extra strength to make other expressions, such as surprise or joy.

She moved her body slowly, walked to the chair, supported the table with one hand, and sat down with difficulty.

This series of movements seemed to take a lot of effort, Song Ci saw her chest heaving, and even coughed twice, but he couldn't hear the sound through the glass.

After calming down, Xia Mobing reached out and picked up the phone next to him, then looked up at him.

Song Ci picked up the phone, and heavy breathing sounded in his ears.

He wanted to call "Mom", but he opened his mouth, but he didn't make any sound. He only felt that the sockets of his eyes were extremely sore, and the tears might burst at any time.But he didn't want to turn this hard-won meeting into a bitter drama of crying and crying, so he tried his best to bear it and gradually put back the tears.

Xia Mobing didn't speak either, she just looked at him quietly, her cloudy eyes gradually gathered a little spirit, which made her a little more energetic.

After a long time, Song Ci finally found his voice and called out hoarsely, "Mom..."

Xia Mobing's eyes flashed, and he said in a rough voice, "Don't call me that."

Song Ci felt his throat was blocked by something and couldn't speak.

"This is not where you should come." Xia Mobing said weakly and slowly, "Don't come here again."

Song Ci stared at her without saying a word, tears welled up in his eyes after all, he endured and endured, and it took a long time before he said: "Are you sick? Why is your complexion so bad?"

"I'm not sick." Xia Mobing raised one corner of his lips, gave an ambiguous smile, and said, "I fought with an old woman in the same cell, and my body hurts a bit. But you should really look at that old woman's body." Look, I was beaten so badly, like an old sow waiting to be slaughtered, hahaha."

Song Ci forced a smile and said, "It's better to get along well."

Xia Mobing stopped laughing, was silent for a moment, and asked, "How are you doing?"

Song Ci said vaguely: "It's pretty good.

Xia Mobing asked again: "Are you still in school? You used to like school very much."

"Still in high school, in the second year of high school."

"How's the grade?"

"During the midterm exam, I got the third place in the school."

"It's amazing." Xia Mobing smiled, "Maybe he can be admitted to Tsinghua University and Peking University."

In Xia Mobing's limited understanding of universities, Tsinghua University and Peking University are synonymous with good schools.

Song Ci said: "If you work harder, it should be possible."

Xia Mobing said: "If you really pass the exam, throw a banquet and invite everyone you know."

Song Ci said, "Okay."

Xia Mobing kept asking him where he lived, what he ate, what he drank, how well Li Fan treated him, and so on.

Song Ci answered one by one, trying to describe his life as flawlessly as possible.

In their long life of mother and child, Xia Mobing had never cared so much for him as they did today, and they had never been more like a mother and child than today.

They kept talking and talking, and they didn't stop until the prison guard came to remind them that the meeting time was about to end, and then they stopped and looked at each other silently.

After a while, Song Ci asked, "Do you regret it later?"

"No regrets, not at all." Xia Mobing smiled slightly, and said slowly: "I gave birth to you, but I have always let you live a life that is not as good as a pig and a dog. I have never been a qualified mother. But since After that incident, I became a real mother, although I can no longer take on the responsibilities of a mother. Now knowing that you are doing well, everything I have done is not in vain. When I go back, tell Li Fan for me, thank you Help me take care of you so well. If there is an afterlife, I will be a cow and a horse for him. Also, don’t come to see me again. Although that incident has passed, if someone finds it out, I will treat you and Li There's no benefit at all. Even if you come, I won't see you again."

Before Song Ci could speak, the prison guard walked in again, hung up the phone, and handcuffed Xia Mobing.

Song Ci held the phone, and even though he knew Xia Mobing couldn't hear him, he still called in a low voice: "Mom...Mom..."

From now on, he never had the chance to say that word again.

At the last moment when Xia Mobing was taken out of the small house, he turned his head and glanced at Song Ci.

Song Ci saw the tears glistening in her eyes.

It was the first time in his life that he saw her tears.

His mother is an unbelievably tenacious woman, even if she was raped by a beggar while she was sleeping under the overpass, even if she was beaten to a bloody head by the man she lived with, even if she was dragged to the street by the man's wife to tear off all her clothes and parade in public , and never shed a tear.

The tears that Song Ci had endured for half an hour burst at that moment.

He covered his mouth and wept silently, his heart ached like a tear.

Until the tears dried up, he stood up, wiped his face, and walked out of this dark and oppressive prison.

It was snowing in the outside world.

After walking a long distance, Song Ci looked back.

Under the gloomy sky, the decadent prison stood in the wilderness, like a dormant monster, with bones as its bed, meat as its food, and blood as its drink, it was hideous and terrifying.

How desperate should those people who have been with this monster all day long be?

Song Ci turned around, took out a mask from his pocket, put it on, and walked forward stepping on the fine snow particles.

Walked to the bus station, stood and waited for a while, the bus came.

The car was empty except for the driver and the conductor.

Song Ci bought a ticket, but didn't sit down, walked to the back door and stood quietly.

The conductor looked at him strangely, but said nothing.

The number of people in the car gradually increased, and when they arrived in the city, it began to become crowded.

Song Ci was still immersed in sadness and couldn't extricate himself, staring at the white world outside the car window in a daze.

There was a sudden loud noise, followed by vigorous pushing and shoving.

At this moment, the bus arrived at the stop, and the door opened. Song Ci, who was standing by the door, got out of the bus by a strong impact. He staggered a few steps and fell to the side of the road. There was a dull pain in the palm of his right hand.

He didn't know what happened at all, he only saw a figure running away.

"Are you okay?" A deep male voice sounded next to my ear, "I'll help you up."

"No, thank you." Song Ci lowered his head, ignored the hand stretched out in front of him, and stood up alone.

He bent down to wipe off the dirty snow on his pants, and stretched out his other hand in front of his eyes, "Your mobile phone."

It was indeed his cell phone.

Song Ci straightened up, looked at the people around him, and was shocked when he saw his face clearly.

The person holding his mobile phone in front of him turned out to be Luthor!

Song Ci was startled, and stared blankly at him without any reaction.

Luther was uncomfortable seeing him, smiled awkwardly, and said, "A thief stole your mobile phone in the car just now, and I snatched it from you. Return it to you."

Song Ci suddenly realized that he was wearing a mask, breathed a sigh of relief calmly, reached out to take the phone, and said, "Thank you."

Seeing the blood on his palm, Luther frowned and said, "You're hurt."

Song Ci lowered his eyes, put the phone in his pocket, and said coldly: "I still have something to do, goodbye."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Just two steps out, his wrist was suddenly grabbed.

A suspicious voice sounded from behind: "Song Ci?!"