My mother's treatment went smoothly, and she had surgery soon and was discharged from the hospital after half a month. She wanted to go back to the small town.

I knew I didn't have enough reason to keep her, so I went to the hospital to find Dr. Yang.

"Doctor Yang," he looked up at me, still smiling gently as he had when he first met, "Do you tell mom that she needs to come to the hospital often?"

He walked up to me, "Yilian, I understand your feelings, but you also need to be your mother. Maybe she would rather stay in a familiar place." He paused, "Don't worry, regular review of the medical equipment in the small town is enough to complete. I will prescribe the dosage for my wife for another three months. If there is any situation, it is OK to come to A City again."

I walked out silently and intercepted a taxi to go home. But the red lights were constantly on the way, and the movement and stop of the taxi almost drove me crazy. I jumped out of the car at the red light again. The driver kept calling me, "Miss, danger."

I turned around, "I paid all the money, you're just fucking calling me!"

On a modified car, two young men dressed in a edgy dress whistled at me. I glanced at them and kicked them at the door.

At this time, the red light began to flash, and the two men who were planning to get off the car had to start the car in disappointment and shouted at me a sarcastic "fuck".

The convoy began to move, and the vast traffic was like time that left me behind one after another.

"Miss, get in the car."

It was the driver just now. He stopped beside me, and the vehicles behind him honked their whistles to express their dissatisfaction.

I got into the car without saying a word.

He looked at me from the rearview mirror from time to time and laughed: "Now the little girl is getting more and more frightening. Like my daughter, she rushes out of the house at any time and asks me to look for one street after another."

Judging from the accent, he is not from City A.

"Master, you are not a local, are you?" I asked.

He still laughed: "Yes, I've been here for several years. I took my wife and children last year, but I still couldn't change this accent, and others knew it as soon as they heard it."

"What does the accent have to do? Just communicate. If you can send us safely to your destination, you are the best driver."

The road outside the villa area was also blocked, so the taxi had to stop again, and the driver stretched out his head to see what was going on.

"How old is your daughter?" I asked him, but he was idle in the car anyway.

"It's 15, everyone is almost catching up with me." There was a kindness on his face. "Now our family of three is squeezed into the dormitory divided by a taxi company. It is indeed not as spacious as the rural house, but the whole family is together and we are doing well in school here, so we all look forward to our daughter getting into a good university."

I feel sad for myself.

"But my daughter is not good at it, and she often makes her mother so angry that she wipes her tears." His expression dimmed.

I comforted him, "Girls of this age are rebellious, just give her some time."

"Yes, yes, yes..." He also comforted himself and tried desperately to convince himself.

Life is not easy enough, so why bother to expose potential harms in the scorching sun to let them burn their hearts? It is better to stop working hard. If you really can't turn the tide, just let it do this. Everyone has their own destiny. This is true. Parents can make too limited decisions, right?

The car in front had no intention of moving at all. I decided to pay to get out, but he insisted not to say that the money I threw to him when I was furious was enough and even paid for this time.

The vehicles blocked on the road kept honking their horns, as if they were about to play the role of the summer cicada in winter.

The community gate has been surrounded by three floors inside and three floors outside. I saw Song Yunzhe’s assistant, who was still wearing the royal blue down jacket and was blocked by a reporter holding a microphone.

"Why did that Xiao Keke come to Song Yunzhe's house? Are they dating?"

"Song Yunzhe has been constantly scandalous, and it is common for him to go to and from hotels with actresses, but it is the first time he was photographed with a girl home. Can you explain it?"

“Is this a hype for a new movie?”

...

I returned the same way, and when the surroundings were finally quieter, I called my mother, and I was afraid that she would be affected. That was Song Yunzhe.

"Mom, I can't get in the door now, are you okay?"

She was silent on the other end, "So Song Yunzhe lives here too."

I continued to walk forward, trying to find the legendary back door of the community, but suddenly I was knocked around by a boy rushing towards me. He threw down his words "I'm sorry" and then ran forward.

"Yanhe." I subconsciously shouted these two words. They were really similar, with a body shape and tone.

It was really him.

He ran with sweat, his burgundy bangs pressed against the corners of his eyes, his eyebrows were tangled, his lips were pursed very deeply. His chest was fluttering with gasping, and the exhaled white air painted a melancholy totem in the air.

I found that I had many questions to ask this man who was regarded as my younger brother: "Why are you so anxious?" "Why haven't you ever looked for me in a small town?" "Why are you so sad?" But before he spoke, he ran to the community gate without looking back.

When I finally found the back door of the community, a red car rushed out of the back door. The driving was Song Yunzhe, and next to him was the charming jade star Xiao Keke.

I found that I really deserved to be a paparazzi, and it was a pity that the headlines were wasted like this.
Chapter completed!