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Early the next morning, Xue Fei was awakened by a knock on the door.

When he opened his eyes, he was still in a trance, confirming that the knock on the door did not appear in his dream, but actually existed.

Ever since He Qiaoman and Yan Boyi were together and moved to Ningcheng, Xue Fei always slept until he woke up naturally, and no one came to disturb him.

He Qiaoman didn't have a good relationship with him. She labeled Xue Fei as unlearned and incompetent. Xue Fei even saw that she had a mental filter. Naturally, she would not be so stupid as to come here to quarrel with Xue Fei in the morning. Yan Boyi Strictly speaking, he is an outsider, he wished to be closer to Xue Fei, and would not come to see him to be unhappy, Yan Yan is still young, and has always been wary of his cheap brother.

So Xue Fei reacted for several seconds before getting up to open the door.

To his surprise, the person standing outside the door turned out to be He Qiaoman.

He Qiaoman probably didn't sleep all night, his eyes were black and blue, and his eyes were red and swollen, as if he had been crying for a long time, and he was holding a bowl of noodles in his hand, covered with a golden fried egg.

"I don't eat breakfast." Xue Fei blocked the door and asked lightly, "Is there anything else?"

"Feifei, let's talk." He Qiaoman's voice was still a little hoarse, "Let mom go in, okay?"

Xue Fei glanced at her, turned sideways to make way.

He Qiaoman breathed a sigh of relief.

She sat on the chair, put her face aside, hesitated for a while, and said: "Teacher Ren called me yesterday, and he said that he suggested that you go to the art class. The art class will go out for closed training in two days. Let me and you You try to make a decision as early as possible."

Xue Fei leaned on the bed carelessly, picked up the mobile phone next to him and played a game, and said indifferently after hearing the words: "Okay, I see, don't you just want me not to go? This trivial matter is also troublesome." You came here specifically to tell me, why don't you just call Brother Ren?"

"I discussed it with your Uncle Yan, and we all think what Teacher Ren said is good, so Feifei, if you really... Mom said, if you really want to go to an art class." He Qiaoman's eyes heated up, She took a deep breath, paused and continued, "Mom doesn't object anymore. It's just Feifei, you have to promise mom that you won't be like your dad, okay?"

Xue Fei thought that He Qiaoman would say something to persuade him again, and planned to put it in one ear and out the other, and didn't want to take it to heart at all, but in the end, he heard He Qiaoman's words that were almost equivalent to compromise.He didn't control the direction of the game. He shot randomly at the opponent who was right in front of him. He was shot twice in the head by the opponent. The mouth of his teammates in the headset was dirty. Xue Fei could definitely scold him until he knelt down and called him father, but now, Xue Fei just turned off the game and stared at He Qiaoman blankly.

He Qiaoman couldn't wait for Xue Fei's response, and felt that Xue Fei probably didn't believe her, so she said again: "Bo Yi told me a lot last night. Feifei, my mother admitted that she was too strict with you before, so strict that she almost I ignored your thoughts, but... But mother is afraid, mother is very afraid, mother only has you as a child, you are my everything, I don't even dare to think about what I will become without you..."

"Feifei, can you...forgive Mom?"

Xue Fei pondered for a moment, then looked away.

He Qiaoman forced a smile: "It's okay, Mom just wants to tell you that if you really want to go to an art class, Mom and Uncle Yan will support you."

She turned her head and looked around Xue Fei's room, it seemed so simple that she could leave at any time, and her heart felt a twinge of pain.

"...Then, mother is leaving first." He Qiaoman had a piece of tissue paper in her palm, and the tissue paper was kneaded so that it could fall into pieces. She wiped her nose with the tissue paper, got up and said, "Remember to eat the noodles while they are hot. It's easy to get confused, and it's the same when I come out for lunch at noon. Look at me, I know that today is the weekend, you must sleep more, and I'm here to disturb you so early."

He Qiaoman smiled easily and left quickly.

The small alarm clock next to the bed was ticking, Xue Fei looked at the clock's hour hand pointing to nine o'clock, and went to the bathroom to wash up with a cold face.

There was an aroma of noodle soup in the air. Xue Fei actually didn't like this smell in the room, but unexpectedly, he didn't express any anger about it today.

It seems that I am still a little hungry.

Xue Fei sat on the chair, there was a trace of residual heat in the cushion, it was just enough not to feel cold when sitting on it.

He inserted a chopstick noodle into his mouth.

The noodle soup was a bit cold and the noodles were mushy, but the taste was very good.

Xue Fei quietly finished the whole bowl of noodles, even the soup, not a single drop was left.

He spent almost half an hour playing with his mobile phone, and sent a message as soon as he saw Qiao Tong online.

Brother Fei: Woke up so late, classmate Xiao Qiao, can't you see that you're still in bed?

A sycamore tree: I have memorized a hundred words, student Xue, how about you?

Brother Fei: I have kissed you a hundred times in my heart.

Brother Fei: [Live and show off.jpg]

A sycamore tree: ...///

Brother Fei: Are you going back to school at night?

A sycamore tree: Well, it's too late to go back tomorrow morning.

Brother Fei: I'll pick you up.

A sycamore tree:! !

A sycamore tree: no! ! !

A sycamore tree: you go back first!I have something to do before I go back to school, don't wait for me!

You Fei Ge: All right.

The two chatted a little more, until it was almost lunch time, Qiao Tong realized that so much time had passed, and hurriedly logged off.

Xue Fei stretched, then opened the curtains.

The harsh sunlight shone into the room, and the windows were opened, diluting the smell inside, leaving only warmth.

When having dinner at night, Xue Fei walked out of the room, just in time to see Yan Yan holding a plush toy and eating jelly.

Seeing Xue Fei coming out, she squeezed a handful of toys, then put half of the jelly on the coffee table, and bounced around to find He Qiaoman who was in the kitchen.

Xue Fei stood in the living room for a long time.

Yan Boyi was on the evening shift again today, and went to the hospital not long after lunch, and there were only three of them left for dinner.

Yan Yan ate very quietly and hardly made a sound. He Qiaoman and Xue Fei were sitting opposite each other. She had revealed her feelings to Xue Fei this morning, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward at this moment.

After eating, it was just when Yan Yan's favorite cartoon was broadcast, she asked He Qiaoman to help peel an apple, and ran to sit in front of the TV with the apple.

He Qiaoman cleaned up the dining table and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

It was rare for Xue Fei to go back to the room after dinner, pack up his things and leave without saying a word. He watched cartoons with Yan Yan for a while, and after a while, Xue Fei made mental preparations and came to the kitchen.

He Qiaoman put the washed dishes in the cupboard, turned around and saw Xue Fei standing at the door, hesitant to speak, her heart skipped a beat, and she asked, "Feifei, what's wrong?"

"...I want to learn to draw." Xue Fei said, "Mom, I really want to learn."

He Qiaoman froze for a moment, "Okay, I'll call Teacher Ren later."

"……Um."

"Just make up your mind. Are you going to school tonight? When will you leave? Do you want me to see you off?"

Xue Fei shook his head: "Let's go now, there is no need to send it off."

"Then be careful on the road."

"Mom." Xue Fei raised his head and slowly walked in front of her, "I won't be like my father, I promise."

He Qiaoman's nose was hot, she hugged her son who was much taller than her into her arms, and finally couldn't help crying.

"Okay, Mommy trusts you."

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