Where is the dignity of the Lord?

"What did you tell Shulia?"

After coming down from the ice rink, the person who took the shoes from Pasha lowered his head to change his shoes and asked.

"I won't tell you." Pasha didn't care what he called his mother's name directly. After all, this name is very common in foreign countries. Before today, he still called Reisyd's mother, Ms. Shulia, and now he has changed it. Calling her, the voice couldn't hide her little joy and said: "This is a secret between me and Xiu Liya."

"..." The man who noticed this paused, his clear blue eyes raised up to look at Pasha, and after he stood up, his gaze changed from top to bottom, looking lazily Without the slightest bit of curiosity, he said as a matter of course: "It has to do with me, and I will know in the end."

"Stop being narcissistic, it has nothing to do with you."

"lie."

Reyde briefly exposed Pasha's lies, bent his face close to him, stared at the smiling person and snorted softly, the aloof cat charity master rubbed the tip of Pasha's forehead with a kiss, and when he spoke His breath fell on his forehead, and he returned the words of the morning to Pasha: "How many years do you think I have known you, and how many years I have seen you."

That time was much longer than him.

Pasha jokingly raised his voice with a half-smile: "Oh~, yes, after all, someone used to have a crush on me."

Reyde paused, straightened up and looked in his mother's direction, with an expression similar to that of his mother telling her relatives about her embarrassment and a little bit of embarrassment: "Why does she even tell you this? Said, she didn't know you were reborn..."

"Xulia was afraid that you didn't tell me that you had an ex, and that my incumbent found out and misunderstood you. She did it for your own good." Pasha said a few words to him, but this person stared at him straight.

"what happened?"

"It turned out to be true."

Pasha: "What is true and false?"

Reyde said indifferently: "After having a wife, the wife and mother are always on the same front. Their common enemy is their dear husband and son."

Pasha: "Pfft! Haha, that's only a rare case."

Reyde was not very happy, and said with a sullen face: "Now I am one of the very few." Obviously Pasha should be on the same team with him at any time.

Hearing this, Pasha couldn't help but bend his eyes even more.

His Russian cat is usually strong and reliable, talented, good-looking, and capable, but occasionally super stingy in character, obsessed with something like a child.

It was still early, and they stopped at the club for a while longer.

During this time Pasha witnessed the misery of Rat with his own eyes. The poor beautiful boy was picked up from sleep by his ruthless bearded coach and driven to the ice.

Then he came to Reyde, holding a notebook and a tablet computer and beckoning him to discuss together.

The melody played by the piano and the violin flowed gracefully through the speakers. Latte, who had been mourning just now, straightened his face, and slid out of his body in an instant.

Coach Crosslev handed the order of the notebook that Pasha couldn't understand to Resid, and then he used a pen to point on the notebook, and compared the content in the notebook with Rat in a low voice.

There is no doubt about the professional level of Reyde, whether as a player or as a figure skating family.

When the two chatted together, Pasha was leaning on the railing to play with his mobile phone.

However, speculation between the two is speculation, and poisonous mouth is the same poison.

Not long after, Pasha was so frightened by a roar that he almost flew his phone out. He stared dumbfounded at Coach Kroslev's eyes, and slapped the railing with a hideous expression and yelled at Rat.

When Rat made a third mistake, a new member was added to the poisonous team.

Poor Rat was on the verge of tears when he was scolded by the coach, and Rat could only hold back his tears by glancing at Pasha when Resid sneered.

One of the two relies on roaring physical output, and the other relies on mocking magic output.

Under the double blow of body and mind, Lat looked at Pasha and almost wrote: Hey, hey, save me.

Pasha looked back helplessly: ...Sorry, I, a mortal in the professional field, can't get in the way...

Ratwan cried loudly.

After all, he is only in his teens, and he will cry out in frustration after being scolded, but even so, Latte knows in his heart that being able to be taught by these two people is an impossible opportunity for other players in his life. In addition to grievances, we should cherish it more.

Rattle is trying to change for the better, and anyone here can see that.

Pasha put down his phone and looked at it for a while, let go of his worries, stretched his brows, and started playing with his phone again to pass the time.

At night, Ms. Shulia wanted to keep them for dinner and lodging, but the two had a big bad wolf at home, and they were going to see Pasha's parents at night, so they drove away after a few words of greeting.

The car was parked in a familiar street, and after finding a parking space, the two walked from the street with their fingers clasped, ignoring the gazes from the side, and slowly walked towards the location of the small restaurant.

When he reached the door, Pasha took a deep breath and let it out slowly, put on his mask and opened the door to enter.

The old copper-colored bell in the store rang, and the Asian waiter who didn't know the work-study program rushed over, smiled and asked a few words and led them in, while Pasha's eyes were fixed on the cashier standing in front of him. The middle-aged woman who checked the bill at the counter.

There are many around her face, most of them hit the corners of the eyes and lips, and there are very few between the eyebrows.This shows that she is a woman who loves to laugh.

She is slightly fat and not very tall. Last time I saw her dyed black hair with curly curls. This time, I don't know which barber she listened to. She dyed her hair wine red, and it was still curly.

The color didn't match her, making her look a lot older, like all middle-aged women, ordinary and old.But when Pasha thought about her age, he took it for granted that the burgundy curly hair matched her again...

She is old.

Like all people who move from middle age to old age, getting old...

Standing quietly in front of the seat and looking at it for a long time, the waiter looked at this weird guest suspiciously, with obvious defense in his eyes.

"Guest, what would you like to order?"

The waiter asked him in a low voice, and turned to Reyde next to him for help.

Pasha came back to his senses and made a sudden decision in his mind, and hurriedly said to Resid in a low voice: "You order first, the braised meatballs made by my dad are the best, I'll go and talk to my mom alone. "

Reyde frowned: "Are you going to tell her?" He was still worried about how to hide it this morning.

"Ah."

Pasha nodded.

Sometimes indecision and making up your mind are really just an instant thing.

Seeing this, Reyde took the menu from the waiter and raised his jaw at him: "Go."

Pulling the corners of his lips quickly, he had time to say something more, mustered up the courage to stride to the counter, and tapped the solid wood countertop with trembling fingers very quickly.

"Hello."

When the woman tidying up the bills looked up, Pasha, whose face was covered by the mask, bent his eyes, concealing his hesitation and showing a gentle look, "Is there something I can talk to you alone?"

"..."

The surprise appeared on the woman's face only for a moment, and soon she seemed to recall something, blinked and smiled, put down the notebook and said, "Oh, I remember you! You are the young man who came with Pasha's friend last time!"

"Yes, it's me."

Pasha pursed his lips, "There is something about Pasha, I want to chat with you alone."

Mother Xia hesitated for a while and looked at Pasha, although she was suspicious, she nodded and said, "Okay."

The two walked around the back kitchen, opened the door and walked to the back alley.

Looking at the young man walking in front unconsciously, Mother Xia's expression became more and more astonished.

She only met this young man once, why does he seem to be so familiar with the structure of his restaurant?And this step did not hesitate at all, as if at home.

She became suspicious, but also regretful at the same time, for fear that this young man had malicious intentions.

When they came to the alley and the iron gate was closed, Xia's mother had already imagined a terrible scene, and kept a distance from Pasha vigilantly.

When Pasha looked back, he was a little funny and a little bit sad. He said that his son was the bottom of his mother's heart, and even her husband couldn't compare to the Taishan Stone that brought a sense of security.

When he was still at home in his previous life, his mother had never been so afraid no matter what situation he encountered.

Thinking of this, Pasha's thoughts of concealment disappeared.

He raised his hand to the worried woman, pressed it on the mask and took it off to show a smile, and let out the voice stuck in his throat steadily——

"mom."

"I'm back," he said.