Chapter 1

It was a hot summer day. After waiting for more than half a month, the day of the college entrance examination results finally arrived. Thanks to my good academic performance, I had already learned my college entrance examination scores through the online inquiry system. According to the experience of previous years, it should not be a problem for me to study in a 211 university.

Walking through the playground of the campus, it was a break in the class. Some people were playing basketball in the huge field, and some were going to the toilet. Under the shade of a tree, groups of male and female students were either talking or buying things in the canteen. Until the bell rang, the first and second grade students who were still in class ran back to the classroom. When the classmates disappeared one after another, Sophia was standing under a camphor tree with a smile.

Unlike her usual school uniform, her clothes today were simple and casual. She wore a sky blue shirt on the upper body, a red and white plaid skirt on the lower body, and a pair of light pink sandals on her feet. She was carrying a schoolbag on her shoulders, and the hairpin on her head had been untied, revealing a flowing mess of hair combed behind her head, with a floral decoration pinned near one of her ears. She had a light makeup on her round face, and the rustic high school girl had gradually faded away, and she had transformed into a stunning girl.

Sophia had a well-proportioned figure and a dignified posture. She was only a few centimeters shorter than me, so compared with other girls, her figure always looked very slender. She was about the same age as me, and was at the age when girls change a lot. Now she has grown into a beautiful girl.

She was the kind of girl who was carefree and sunny, and she was always very popular in the class. She always had a radiant smile on her face, like an angel, and around her, there was laughter everywhere.

I fell in love with this girl since junior high school. Her family and I were not in the same community, but my father seemed to have some business dealings with their family. When we were in junior high school, we were in the same school. I remember it was an afternoon in the second year of junior high school. During the class meeting, the head teacher brought her over and assigned her to be my deskmate. She was a transfer student, but her grades were very good. Her cheerful personality made her quickly become my good friend. We studied and played together.

I may be a little precocious, at least in terms of feelings. As the saying goes, love grows over time. After a semester, I gradually developed a good impression of Sophia, that is, that vague love. It was just that I was too young at that time and was strictly controlled by my parents and teachers, so that kind of feeling was only kept in my heart, which is what people often call secret love.

When I was promoted to high school after the junior high school entrance examination, I thought I would never see her again, but due to a little fate, we were in the same school again in the next three years of high school. Sophia is smarter than ordinary girls. She is good at math. We both chose science, so in the second year of high school, we became classmates again.

Her grades are better than mine. We were good friends in junior high school and we were close in class. Other students always thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend. I wanted to explain it every time, but she was generous and never denied it.

Young emotions are so implicit and nonsensical. I don't know when she started to like me. Maybe we both fell in love over time. I didn't want to attract the attention of the head teacher, and I didn't want to alarm our parents, so we didn't publicize our relationship. She always urged me to study behind my back and helped me solve some difficult problems from time to time. Thanks to her encouragement and help, my academic performance has been pretty good. Although I can't compare with her, I can always maintain an above-average level.

The three-year high school career came to an abrupt end with the end of the college entrance examination. Walking on the tree-lined avenue, the smell of the camphor tree filled my face with the summer wind, fresh and cool. I bought her ice cream, and I was a bottle of happy water. We talked for a long time.

Her score was higher than mine, and her family wanted her to study abroad. I asked her if she had any favorite country or school. She said she wanted to go to Canada, the country of maple leaves known for its snow town.

She asked me what I thought again. Although my score was not as good as hers, I had heard about studying abroad. It was relatively easy to go to a foreign school. As long as I went through the formalities and paid the money, I could go. But I was still worried about my family. What if my parents didn't agree to my studying abroad?

She saw a trace of loneliness in me, and said with a little mischief, "You are not allowed to say no. You must convince your uncle and aunt to go abroad with me..." I was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled brightly, "Don't worry, if it doesn't work, I can just stay and not go abroad."

She was always like this, showing a different side in front of me from time to time. I wanted to ask her if she had made a decision, but she jumped to go home instead.

"Hehe... I'm going home. Victor, thank you for the ice cream."

Watching her figure gradually go away, I covered my voice with my hands and shouted to her, "Sophia, if you have chosen a school, remember to tell me..."

"Hehe..." She turned and smiled at me, and then walked out of the school gate.

Before leaving school, I went into the office and said goodbye to my high school class teacher and substitute teachers one by one. I talked to them about some interesting things in the class in the past, and discussed the selection of schools and majors. The teachers treated me very well and told me everything they knew. After chatting for a while, I didn't want to disturb their work anymore, so I chose to leave.

Finally, I returned to the classroom and said goodbye to several classmates who had not left for the three years of high school. At the end, we exchanged WeChat and agreed to meet again after the new year.

Holding the college entrance examination score sheet and an application guide in my hand, I went downstairs and began to rush home. Thinking that my mother was still waiting for me at home, I quickened my pace.

My mother has a poetic name - Penelope. According to my mother's recollection, this is a poem taken by my grandparents from the Book of Songs, the first collection of ancient Chinese poetry. There is a line in "The Quiet Woman" in Beifeng, "The Quiet Woman is so pretty, waiting for me at the corner of the city." It means quiet and beautiful.

My mother is 38 years old this year, nearly 1.7 meters tall, and weighs just over 100 kilograms. She used to study music in school, and married my father and had children early while she was still in school. In terms of marriage, it was still a bit avant-garde in her era.

Although my mother is nearly 40 years old, thanks to her good maintenance and her natural beauty, the ruthless years have not left any traces on her, making it difficult for outsiders to tell her real age from her beautiful appearance. My mother is not a pretentious woman. She pursues truth, goodness and beauty. She always has many shining points on her. She always brings beauty to people with her shining light, like a big sister next door.

With her tall stature and moderate weight, my mother is not only slim, but also very charming. She has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and her calm features seem to always be smiling. Her big eyes, as clear as lake water, contain a lot of tenderness. Under her delicate nose, there are lips as pink as rose petals, which always emit a charming fragrance when she opens her mouth. And her fair skin, after years of baptism, has not turned yellow or loose, but is still as white and moist as a girl.

I like the way my mother smiles the most. There is a charming dimple on the side of her curved little mouth, and there are many intoxicating charms hidden in her charming eyes like black mist. And my mother's figure is impeccable, with plump and firm breast curves, a slender waist, a bulging and beautiful buttocks, and a pair of long legs under her skirt. My mother has a devilish figure, which is not only external beauty. In the occasional physical contact with my mother, I know that her body is also full of elasticity and softness.

Like most incest novels or Japanese AVs, I think my mother is beautiful, gentle and easy to get close to, and I also have unspeakable sexual impulses towards her. However, since entering puberty, I have also had fantasies about my goddess-like mother under the influence of the Internet, but I know that it is just the result of hormone secretion, and I don’t expect to really fall in love with her like a pair of mandarin ducks one day.

My mother has loved me since I was a child. She worries about many things for me. She will coax me when I cry and hug me when I wipe my nose. This is the case with only children. She agrees to everything I ask for that is not excessive. But she also has a strict side. If I do something wrong, she will make things difficult for me, and will teach me a lesson and let me reflect on it.

I remember that when I was a child, I had a fight with a lower grade student and beat a boy’s face blue. His parents came to my house. Not only did my mother scold me, but she also spanked me with a broom and made me reflect on the wall in the study. The reason was that the two sides were arguing about whose mother was prettier. Of course, I thought my mother was prettier, so I punched the boy. However, even after hearing my truth, my mother didn't look at me well. It was not until I admitted my mistake with grievance that she comforted me with fruits and candies.

Every mother wants her son to be successful. Out of the emphasis on education, she cannot let her children fall behind and lose in social competition. As long as my grades drop, she will scold me severely. I never dare to disobey my mother, so I have both fear and admiration for my mother. When she is angry, she is another kind of beauty in my eyes, a beauty unique to mature women. Having such a mother to accompany me to grow up is really bitter and sweet.

My father is a small boss. He inherited the family business in his early years. Although he is a boss, it is not a big scale, but because he is engaged in foreign trade, he also makes a lot of money. After giving birth to me, my mother did not look for a job. In addition to doing housework at home, she sometimes worked as a part-time teacher in school. She used to study music and played the piano very well. Of course, the part-time job was not for making money. It was just a hobby of my mother. It was more for charity and killing time.

Thanks to this good family condition, my mother did not need to show up in life. It was also because of this that when I was young, she had more time to tutor my studies. Others' parents were busy working outside and had no time to accompany their children, or they would find a tutoring class or a tutor to deal with it, but my mother had a different concept of education for me. She felt that education must be guided by parents in a subtle way in order for children to grow better. So she always taught me to study, teach me to be a person, and teach me to cultivate independent aesthetics and values.

Growing up in this environment, my relationship with my mother is closer than that of ordinary mothers and children. It can be said that my mother's credit accounts for more than half of my achievements today. I thank my mother from the bottom of my heart. But on the other hand, this unusual contact inevitably made me take advantage of her many times, such as her plump breasts when she lowered her head to guide me to study, or the beautiful scenery under her skirt when she was watching TV on the sofa, which made me have uncontrollable beautiful thoughts about my mother.

Speaking of my mother's marriage, my father, Li Lanxing, is three years older than my mother, but he is a little worse than my mother in terms of education and appearance. My father is not tall and has no outstanding appearance. I don't know how my mother fell in love with my father at that time. In today's society, it would be impossible for my father to pursue my mother.

Even so, it does not affect my father's position in my heart. He is still someone I love and admire. It may be that my mother has a prosperous husband, or that after marrying my mother, my father is more motivated. After inheriting the small family business, he is unwilling to stick to the old ways. Unlike other playboys, he is not like other playboys who eat and wait for death. Instead, he takes one step at a time. After more than ten years of hard work, he has a decent company.

My mother is a self-disciplined and upright person. For more than ten years, she has never had another man except her husband. Although she is mature and beautiful and has a child, she is still surrounded by many suitors. A glamorous woman will always attract the attention of the opposite sex, including handsome guys younger than her and celebrities older than her. But my mother always abides by the womanly virtues that a wife should have, and never gives those people even a little hope.

From a girl in love to a woman with a son, my mother experienced a love affair with my father and also experienced the joy of having a son. The short and beautiful time, accompanied by my growth, of course, also brought about the decline of "passion" in their relationship.

Life will always return to peace, or it will be true that marriage is the grave of love. People in life seem to have the same end in different ways. An old couple, when their feelings tend to be exhausted, the father is busy with his business every day, leaving the mother to take care of her children. Under the teachings of my mother, I am a sensible child, never causing trouble for the couple, and always coordinating the atmosphere at home. Although the relationship between mom and dad is not as good as when I was a child, it is still very enviable compared to most families.

It’s just that recently, her relationship with dad seems to be a little bad. As for what went wrong, they don’t seem to want to tell me, and I don’t dare to ask too much. I can only be a careful firefighter behind the scenes.

Just a few days before my college entrance examination, a war broke out between them. In order not to affect my exam, they were very restrained, but then they couldn’t do it anymore. On the first weekend after the college entrance examination, when I went home with my classmates, I encountered them quarreling.

They obviously didn't expect me to come home so early. Mom sat on the sofa with her hands folded on her chest, with a blank face and no words. Dad leaned against the dining table, smoking a cigarette, which was rare. When he saw me open the door and come in, he put out the cigarette butt and threw it into the trash can, sighing and not saying anything.

I was no longer surprised by this. The two of them must have been arguing before I came back.

After the hot war, there was a long cold war. People don't know that the cold war is the most hurtful behavior. Every time they quarreled, they were like this. No one was willing to bow their heads and admit their mistakes first. As a son, I had to apologize to Mom on behalf of Dad first, and then say a few good words for Dad in front of Mom.

But the current situation seemed a little different. No matter how I said good things, the two of them still looked very angry. This situation was rare before, and I was very upset. It was said that my father didn't know whose lies he believed, and he always suspected that my mother had cheated on her. My mother was the kind of person who could not tolerate being tarnished. She had explained it long ago, but my father just wouldn't listen. He was tired of asking, and my mother was numb and didn't bother to answer anymore.

And my mother seemed to have caught some handles on my father, saying that he was very close to the secretary under his command. The two suspected that the other had cheated on him, and then pointed at each other and scolded each other. With my mother's character, of course I don't believe that she would cheat, but in front of my father, it is difficult for me to persuade her. And my father's secretary, I have seen a few times, although she is younger and pretty, but she pales in comparison with my mother.

Long-term quarrels are not a solution. If things continue like this, a happy family will fall apart. I am very worried about my mother and father, but as a young man who is only 18 years old, I am really a little helpless. I can only hope that the satisfactory scores in the college entrance examination can ease their relationship.

It was summer, and it was so hot outside that I was sweating. I hurried home, but as soon as I opened the door, I heard a commotion inside.

"The photos have been taken, and you still don't admit it."

It was my aunt's voice. Why was she there too? My aunt is my father's elder sister. My grandmother died very early. She was old and took good care of my father and another younger sister. So because the elder sister is like a mother, her words in the Li family have a certain weight.

My aunt's words were a bit heavy. As soon as I entered the door, I saw her pointing her finger at my mother, as if she was defending my father. I saw that something was wrong. My aunt and my father were standing on one side. I was afraid that my thin mother would be wronged because of this, so I wanted to get closer to her after entering the door.

I didn't expect that my aunt would not give up. When she saw me coming in, she handed me a few photos without saying a word. My aunt is a relatively strong elder. I was stuck at the door and had to take it and take a look.

The photo shows a man and a woman sitting on the sofa holding hands. The man is thin and obviously not my father. Although the woman is only from behind, I know that it is my mother. Her beautiful figure is easy to recognize. She is holding hands with a man. Although this does not mean anything, I know in my heart that this is not a good thing.

She and my father are both well-known people in the business world, not to mention that my aunt has always been a person who does not tolerate any sand in her eyes, so this time, I know that my mother is in the wrong.

My mother sat on the sofa without saying a word. She was still as cold as she was when everything else was drunk and I was the only one sober. But her red eyes showed that she had cried just now. When she saw me coming in, she thought she had caught a savior because she valued her son, but I stopped and could not get close to her. This made my mother's warm heart fall to the bottom again, and her expression became even more sad.

As the saying goes, mother and child are connected by heart. Seeing my mother's grievances, I was also heartbroken and hurt. I wanted to speak for her as soon as I opened my mouth.

Dad saw my compassion. Since Dad was often away from home, I had more feelings for Mom than Dad, but this was destined to be a choice between the two. Dad saw that I was moved by my mother, so he spoke up, talking about how he worked hard outside and how he made money to support the family. Finally, he sighed and wanted to hear what I had to say.

What Dad said was the truth. A happy life is inseparable from his hard work. He loves me and this family. The two people in the room are my most beloved relatives. I know that which side I stand on will hurt the other side. It turns out that the person who makes the choice is the most difficult.

I was helpless. At this moment, I realized that I knew very little about adults, their pride and their stubbornness... After the fireworks, there is dust on the ground. No matter how beautiful the daffodils are, they will eventually wither. The flowers of love have withered, leaving a pair of people who do not compromise with each other, and they are destined to end. So it is useless to say that feelings are useless. What really determines people's limitations in life.

What else can I say? I found that I couldn't say anything. At this moment, my eyes were red. I looked at my mother and then at my father. I slammed the door and went into my room. I even threw the college entrance examination score sheet on the ground.

Chapter 2

I stayed in the room alone. My mood had fallen to the bottom. Was my parents' divorce just an accident or a common problem among rich people? It was inevitable. I began to think about my parents' relationship. Are they really as good as I saw before, or is it just an illusion? Just because of a photo and some rumors, my father believed that my mother had cheated. It can be seen that his trust in my mother has been worn out over time.

If two people can get to the point of divorce, it must be because there is no love. Once the lubricant that maintains the family is gone, it is easy to understand the separation. I wish I was born in an extremely ordinary family. My father has been working for his career for many years, and he and my mother are rarely together. My mother can only focus on me. When I grow up, my mother has passed her best years.

If my mother is just an ordinary woman and my father is just an ordinary office worker, then even if the family does not have much money, as long as the family is safe and sound, it can be considered happy.

Lying on the bed, the joy I felt when I met Sophia in the afternoon has disappeared. I hold a family photo in my hand, with my father on the left and my mother on the right, and I stand in the middle with a happy smile on my face. This was taken when my parents took me to Sanya for a trip during the summer vacation two years ago. I was only sixteen years old that year. A young boy acted as a light bulb for my parents. Looking at the loving appearance of my parents in the photo, everything seems to be yesterday, but when I think of them still in the living room, I know that everything may be changed.

If they really get divorced in the end, I will have my own plans. Thinking of Sophia's desire to study abroad, I opened my phone and searched for study abroad information.

The best university in Canada is the University of Toronto, which has always been the top university in Canada. It was founded in 1827 and is located in Toronto, Canada's largest city. It originated from King's College in 1827. After nearly two hundred years of vigorous development and the academic spirit of rigorous knowledge, it has become a world-class public research university, and is also recognized as Canada's top higher education institution in terms of comprehensive strength. As one of the few remaining college federal universities in North America, in addition to the conventional structure, there are as many as 12 subordinate undergraduate colleges, each with different histories and characteristics, and a large degree of independent financial and management rights...

After a round of research, basically going to study in English-speaking countries such as the United States, Britain, and Canada requires TOEFL or IELTS scores, and the scores generally need to be above 6.0. As for the age requirement, international students are generally required to be over 18 years old. Secondly, the academic requirements, applicants for undergraduate studies must have a high school degree, and the average score of all high school subjects must be above 80 points.

This part belongs to the admission requirements. From the perspective of the cost of studying abroad, the tuition and living expenses for one year of studying abroad are generally not low. Just when I wanted to check the specific costs, my mother knocked on the door and called me to eat.

I was so busy staring at my phone that I forgot that it was already evening. I left my phone behind, went out to wash my hands and came to the restaurant. My mother was still busy with the last dish in the kitchen, but my father and aunt were nowhere to be found. It seemed that my father would not come back for dinner.

On the table was a dish of garlic fried pork and okra fried eggs that I liked. My mother's back was still busy in the kitchen. Looking at her slightly thin figure, she was frying with a spatula in one hand and preparing to take the dish out of the pot with a plate in the other hand. She raised her hand but couldn't put down her chopsticks to eat first. My mind was full of scenes of my mother's love. As the saying goes, a child is the apple of the mother's eye. My mother regards me as more important than herself. She never leaves me at home to buy those unnutritious takeaways. If she sees me eating instant noodles, she will scold me. Thanks to my mother's careful care, I have grown tall and strong. Now I am a head taller than my mother who is 1.7 meters tall.

I love my mother very much. She is the symbol of family in my mind. If she is sad, the family will be full of clouds. If she collapses, the family will fall apart. She is such a proud person, but she can be content with being ordinary, all for me, so that her son can have a good growth environment. I really feel lucky to be her son.

Putting down the chopsticks, I went into the kitchen as if possessed by a ghost. I saw my mother with her back to me, concentrating on making smooth meat soup. I couldn't help but look at my mother's back, her soft curves, her perky buttocks, her long black hair tied up behind her head, her slim dress couldn't hide her enchanting figure, and the apron ties outlined her slender waist... I got shamefully hard as I looked at her.

In terms of temperament and appearance, my mother's beauty is definitely not inferior to any young girl nowadays. If I could have sex with a woman like her, it would be a blessing in eight lifetimes. Unfortunately, this was not a son's idea. I quickly shook my head, drove away some strange thoughts in my mind, and then walked behind her and said to my mother, "Mom, do you need help?"

My mother didn't expect me to suddenly appear behind her. Usually I waited for the dishes to be served, but today I thought of going into the kitchen. Her body trembled obviously. When she turned around and saw me standing there motionless, she couldn't help but scolded me, "I'm almost done, you kid, there's oil smoke here, you go out and eat first."

She wanted to drive me out as she said that. In my mother's concept, the kitchen matters were done by her mother, and she never let me worry about food, so I felt that my mother was better, so I leaned against the door and murmured to her mother, "I want to wait for my mother."

Busy boiling the pot and adding seasonings, my mother didn't respond to me again, but I vaguely heard her muttering in a low voice, "This child, what's wrong with you today..."

After putting the seasonings, my mother began to turn off the fire, and then put the hot pot into a large porcelain basin. The whole process was smooth, showing my mother's ability as a housewife.

Then my mother bent down to serve the delicious food on the table. The food that had just come out of the pot should be very hot. My mother had been busy for a long time. I felt a little pity for her and took it without saying anything. Then I said to her with a smile, "Mom, the bowl is hot, let me do it."

It was indeed a little hot in my hand, but I felt warm in my heart. I walked out of the kitchen in two steps. My mother untied her apron and followed me out. Looking at my tall back, her mouth was filled with a trace of happiness. "My son has grown up and knows how to love his mother."

"Isn't that what a son should do..." I put down the soup bowl and wiped my hands. Then I stretched out my hands to support my mother's shoulders and let her sit down. My mother was also very obedient and sat next to me as I said.

"Mom, sit down. I'll help you serve the rice." Then I went back to the kitchen and got a pair of chopsticks and a bowl for my mother. My mother didn't eat much, so I only put half a bowl in when I lifted the rice spoon.

"Ding ding ding... Here, dearest mother." As if to ease the atmosphere in the afternoon, I acted more naughty in front of my mother.

"You are so naughty..." My mother rolled her eyes at me, but still took it with a smile.

"The dishes made by my mother are so delicious, I can never eat enough..." She smacked her lips, feeling that the food couldn't stop her mouth.

"Then eat more." A trace of gloom flashed in my mother's eyes, as if she realized that there would be fewer such opportunities after the college entrance examination. She still treated me like a child and kept picking up food for me.

I saw that there was already a small bowl of food in front of me, but my mother hadn't eaten a few bites yet, so I couldn't help reminding her, "Mom, you eat too." After that, she started eating with big mouthfuls, without caring about her image at the table.

My mother is a woman who pays attention to elegance and can be intellectual. She often teaches me this. I can be polite outside, but at home, especially in front of my mother, I just can't be polite. I always act like a child without restraint, which makes my mother remind me, "Eat slowly, no one is going to snatch the food from you..."

"Hehe..." I raised my head and couldn't help but giggle, but my mother reached out and wiped the rice grains on the edge of my mouth, and her clear eyes were full of maternal love.

The meal was quickly swept away in the atmosphere of motherly love and filial piety, of course most of it fell into my stomach. Mom got up to clean up the dishes, but I once again supported her soft and boneless shoulders and pulled her to sit on the sofa.

"Mom, take a rest for a while, I will wash the dishes today." I picked up the remote control and turned on the TV for her.

Seeing that I acted like a little adult, my mother smiled and said, "Can you do it? Let me do it..."

She wanted to get up as she said that, but I held her shoulders. In this position, she was half-sitting while I was standing. For a moment, facing her tall and broad son, my mother seemed like a child. She couldn't resist me and sat down. I said to my mother in a courteous manner, "Usually, it's always my mother who goes into the kitchen. Today I want to experience my mother's hard work and do more for her."

I had said that, and my mother was no longer shy. She was happy to be free for a while. She returned to the sofa and started to search for channels with the remote control. After entering the kitchen, I began to imitate my mother's usual behavior, washing pots and dishes, wiping the cutting board and table... Although it was not a difficult job, it still took some time and I sweated a little. I felt my mother's hard work and the greatness of her love.

I washed and sorted the things in the kitchen, and I was very satisfied with this small achievement. Finally, I washed my hands and went out. When my mother saw me coming out, she patted the seat next to her and motioned me to sit next to her and watch TV with her.

The TV was playing a program on the music channel. My mother usually doesn't like to watch those idol dramas, thinking that the plots are too fake and superficial, or marketing talent shows, which are all for traffic and IQ tax, and my mother certainly doesn't like them very much.

She always has her own set of values ​​and aesthetics. She usually watches some health or travel programs, and of course she can still be a little interested in this kind of grassroots programs. The level of grassroots singers on the stage is actually very average, but they dare to challenge and are optimistic about life, which is what attracts people.

One thing that must be mentioned here is that my mother is actually a person with rich musical cells. She studied in the music department in her early years at school. Not only does she play the piano well, but her singing voice is also very beautiful. Because I am her son, I have the honor to appreciate my mother's singing.

The program was not long and it was over soon. My mother pressed the power button on the remote control to turn off the TV. After being in a daze for a while, I tried to stretch my body with my hands raised high. This action was very common, but the air was filled with her rich orchid fragrance.

Today, my mother was wearing a white floral dress. Because she was at home, she opened a button on the collar of her top, revealing a touch of white skin. From the center of her neck down, a mysterious cleavage was slightly exposed on her chest, beautiful but not erotic. Because she was sitting, the hem of her skirt could only cover ten centimeters above her knees, so a section of her snow-white thighs was exposed under the skirt. My mother sat elegantly with her legs slightly together. In addition to attracting people's attention, there was nothing inappropriate about her lower body.

Through the dress, the smell of my mother was very good. It was not the simple perfume of ordinary women, but the kind of daughter's fragrance that really came from women, and it was easy to be intoxicated if you smelled it too much. When I was a child, I liked to push against my mother to smell this smell. But later, after I understood the difference between men and women, I began to gradually reduce these actions, but I had no resistance to the mature smell of my mother in my heart.

"Do you have anything to say to mom?" Mom saw me staring at her blankly, probably thinking I was thinking about something. But think about it, my parents just had a conflict, and such a big thing happened. As the only son in the family, if I don't have anything to say, then I'm really heartless.

My heart softened as soon as mom opened her mouth. I didn't help her speak up in the afternoon, which was really wrong. Even if that aunt is also an elder, she can't interfere in my family like this. I actually let her bully mom without saying anything. Thinking about how sad mom must have been in the afternoon, I really wanted to say a few words for mom, but thousands of words turned into a simple sentence when they came to my lips, "Thank you mom."

"Little fool, I'm your mother, what are you thanking me for..." Maybe my expression moved her very much, and what I said was serious, which made mom's maternal instinct flow. She turned around and climbed a jade hand to my head, gently rubbing my hair.

This is the gentle expression of mother's love, and it is also the way I was familiar with when I was a child. Whenever I was wronged or sick, she would be by my side like this, gently rubbing my head or gently pinching my little face.

"Thank you, mom, for raising me up. Thank you, mom, for always loving me... I like mom." I couldn't help but say all the words in my heart, and it was not enough. Just like when I was a child, I habitually tilted my head and leaned into my mother's arms. My face was pressed against my mother's full chest, and I was still crying. "Mom, not only did you raise me to be white and fat, but you also cultivated me to be outstanding in my character and grades. I feel really satisfied to be your son."

I rarely live like this today. It seems a bit childish and a bit out of control to outsiders. Mom should also be very moved by the expression of affection with her son. Her son is getting older, but she still feels that all her efforts and hard work are not in vain, even if she sacrifices her youth. Mother's love is great and delicate. She held my shoulders with one hand and patted my back with the other. Her emotions were stimulated by me, and she said leisurely, "Mom likes you too. My Xiao'er has grown up and is more sensible..."

Actually, I wanted to say that I also like men for women, but I didn't dare to say anything when I met my mother's beautiful eyes. This scene of motherly love and filial piety created a warm atmosphere in the living room. But after a long time, I found something wrong. My head was leaning on my mother's body, and my little face just pressed against my mother's chest. Summer clothes are thin, and my mother's upper body, which had been unbuttoned by one button, slid down a little after my head fluttered. Through a thin layer of clothes, my nose had already hit my mother's white and deep ravine, and even a bra could not cover the breath of her chest. The greasy milk fragrance came to my nose, making me really want to take a bite.

My mother's hands were on my shoulders and back, so I was very close to her. My head was buried in her chest, and my face was constantly pressing her trembling breasts. The plump breasts were slightly deformed by the push. I felt that my mother's breasts were soft and full of elasticity, and my penis below was swelling again.

The idea of ​​sucking milk was just a thought. I knew it was not good to continue like this, so I stopped sobbing and wanted to get up and leave my mother's body. The hot breath kept hitting my mother's exposed breasts. My mother also felt that this posture was too intimate. She held my shoulders and exerted a little force, and I sat in front of her again.

The collar on my mother's chest was a little messy, and she didn't think much about it. She reached up and tidied her clothes, and pulled the shoulder straps to restore her upper body to a neat and elegant state. Although I am her son, I still have to admit that my mother's action is full of mature feminine charm, especially the action of pulling the bra straps is very provocative. If I were not her son, I would definitely not be able to help but pounce on her when I saw such a beautiful scene.

My mother had no suspicion of me, and certainly no intention of breaking the rules. She straightened her clothes and soon became graceful again. Seeing me staring at her collar in a daze, my mother pursed her lips to signal me, and then asked with concern, "The college entrance examination scores have come out. Have you decided which school to go to and what major to choose?"

"I asked some teachers and class teachers, and artificial intelligence and integrated circuits are probably more promising, but I haven't decided what to choose. Does mom have any recommendations?" The reason why I didn't mention studying abroad so quickly was because I hadn't decided whether to go abroad, and if I said it so quickly, it might make mom sad. After all, she was not in a good mood today. If she heard that her son was going abroad again, it would only be worse.

"You are studying science, and mom doesn't understand these things. It's better for you to communicate more with classmates and friends. But no matter what your choice is, as long as it is chosen by your son, mom will support you." Mom is kind and considerate, always so considerate, as long as it is right, she will support me in everything I do.

The more my mother acted like this, the more confused I became. My mother loved me so much, but I couldn't do anything for her. Because of those inexplicable photos, my father and mother got into a quarrel, but my relationship with my mother was not affected at all.

But how did they end up in the afternoon? I haven't seen my father since I came out of the bedroom. He must have left home on purpose, and it's obvious that he won't come back tonight. If it was just a momentary sullenness, I wouldn't worry too much. They are an old couple, and such things have happened before. But what I'm most afraid of is that they will have a falling out and get divorced. I tentatively asked my mother in a low voice, "Is mom still angry? Will you and dad make up this time?"

I was afraid of irritating my mother's sensitive nerves, so I asked carefully. I wanted to say "Is dad still angry?" But such a tone might make my mother feel that it was her fault in her son's eyes, so I quickly changed my words.

My mother was relieved that I could care about this family, but she did not answer me directly. Instead, she asked, "Son, do you believe me?"

What my mother said should be the thing in the photo, but she did not say it so clearly. No mother wants to be seen as an unfaithful person in her son's eyes, but the photo is indeed real, and there is no trace of PS at all. Forget it, even if it is written in black and white, I choose to believe my mother. This is the same as the principle that a son does not dislike his mother's ugliness. "Of course I believe that my mother did not cheat. It must be some villain who deliberately wants to destroy our family."

Although I also hope that there is a villain, who would be so bored? My mother has always been clean and self-disciplined. Apart from me and my father, there are no other men around her. I really can't figure it out, so I continued to ask carefully, "Mom, what did my father say?" For this matter, the most important thing is to see how my father interprets it. After all, they are husband and wife. When I spoke, my right hand also stopped my mother's waist, but my mother did not think much about this kind of caring behavior, and she leaned slightly towards me.

"Your dad, oh, if he could be as sensible as my son..." Mom's tone was full of resentment and blame, but she was unwilling to explain too much about this matter. This is Mom's character. She has been aloof for decades and always maintains elegance in everything. Even her son is unwilling to say more.

Mom is as unwilling to bow her head as the best, but I, her son, hope that they can reconcile as before, so I whispered earnestly, "Mom, why don't I talk to Dad..."

I didn't expect this sentence to irritate Mom. She was very calm just now, but now her voice became louder, "What else can I say? It's not my fault. Anyway, he has already determined that I cheated. Why should I let my son suffer his cold face..."

Mom's face full of complaints showed her aggrieved side vividly. I didn't care whether Dad would give me a cold face, but Mom said so, indicating that she should be innocent. Seeing that Mom was very emotional, I didn't want to mention her again. I gently stroked my mother's beautiful back, trying to calm her excitement, but my hand soon felt the traces of the bra straps. My palm subconsciously touched it, but did not touch the shoulder straps, which shows how firm and full my mother's breasts are, because only women with big breasts do not need styles with shoulder straps.

Caressing my mother's back, I asked, "Did Dad really have an affair with his subordinate?" I forgot if my mother had mentioned this to me, but I still remember it.

"I saw him once in the company's garage. It was his secretary Olivia. Other subordinates also told me about it, but it was mostly gossip. I'm not such a petty person. I won't make up stories without evidence."

My mother is a rational person. Maybe she just said it casually before. I've also seen Olivia a few times. Although she is young and beautiful, she is far inferior to my mother, especially in terms of temperament. Her coquettish side is simply inferior to my mother's gentle and graceful side. From this point of view, it is not like Dad wants to abandon Mom because he has a new love, but I still asked with concern, "Mom, will you get divorced?"

After the TV show ended, I changed my naughty side and became more serious when talking to Mom. This little adult tone made Mom laugh a little, but she broke the tense atmosphere, "Don't ask Mom so many questions, why do you care about Mom so much today..." Mom's face was full of smiles, and a row of white teeth were revealed in her bright red lips.

"Hehe, my own mother, who doesn't care? Dad doesn't care, only me..." Mom's quirky mood also moved me, and I also laughed in front of Mom, and because I forgot myself, my right hand went along her back and hugged forward, almost holding her breast. I was eager to take advantage of Mom in this way. I gently pressed the flesh under her breast with my fingers, but I didn't dare to move too much, but I was very excited.

Since she had let go of her heart, there was nothing that the mother could not say in front of her son. She replied coquettishly, "Silly boy, your father is not that kind of stubborn person. He just can't get over it for a while. I don't think he dares to ask for a divorce..."

Mother said it with a smile. When she giggled, her thin shirt couldn't cover her breasts, causing her breasts to tremble all over, which made my throat dry.

Mother acted very confident like a queen, which might be because Dad had been intimidated by her "tyranny" for a long time. Dad really loves Mom. This time, maybe I really made a fuss. Maybe he will come back to apologize to Mom in a few days. I have seen this kind of thing before. Anyway, at home, Dad and I have always been controlled by Mom.

Seeing that I seemed to have figured it out after thinking for a while, my mother just stretched out a delicate hand and tapped my head, then patted my hand that was playing tricks under her breast, and gave me a tone of teaching, "You, just take care of yourself, don't pretend to be so mature, you don't have to worry about my mother's affairs."

I was speechless by what my mother said, and I could only laugh. The mother and son talked for a while, and the mother looked at her watch and found that it was already nine o'clock. She stood up and went to take a shower, turned and went into the bedroom and left a sentence, "It's uncomfortable to sweat, mom will take a shower first, you go back to the room too."

Then my mother took out a set of pajamas, went into the bathroom and closed the door. Seeing that my mother's back had disappeared, and then I heard the sound of water splashing from inside, I just patted my head. I originally wanted to comfort my mother, but I might have been overthinking, so I turned around and went back to my room.

"Mom is done washing, you should go wash too, remember to go to bed early at night." After half an hour, Mom finished washing. She was wearing a white pajamas, knocked on my door, and then went back to her bedroom after leaving a word of advice.

Since my parents will not divorce, maybe I can go abroad to study! To be honest, facing my mature and charming mother at home all day, I always can't help but be impulsive and have incestuous thoughts. Alas, hormones are running wild, it's better for me to go abroad, maybe it will dispel my thoughts about my mother. Although I am a little reluctant, it is better than doing something messy. I made a decision in my heart, and I washed quickly, and came out in a while.

"Victor Li, how many times has Mom told you that you have to put on your clothes before you can come out!"

As soon as I opened the door and exposed my body, Mom scolded me. I don't know if Mom was waiting for me to come out, but I was shocked. Thinking that my mother had already entered the bedroom and my father had not come home, I washed and put on my shorts and came out. It's no wonder that my mother scolded me. Although the underwear can cover the ugly thing, the bulge of the bulging penis still looks a bit indecent.

I want to say that this is all your masterpiece, because we were close to each other just now, and my dick never softened. I didn't expect my mother to do this to me. My greatness must have scared her. I had to close the door quickly. When I put on my clothes again and came out, I found that my mother seemed to be in a daze standing at the door, and her face was also flushed.

"There is something I forgot to tell you. I have already greeted your head teacher and the substitute teacher and invited them to dinner. The time is set for the day after tomorrow. Don't forget to tell your dad later..." When my mother found that I was staring at her, she felt a little embarrassed. She tightened the collar of her pajamas and closed the door heavily after she finished speaking.

My mother is usually very polite to others. When the college entrance examination results came out, she discussed this matter with me. I wiped my hair with a dry towel, turned around and went back to the house, and found that the green light on the phone notification was flashing.

Chapter 3

Who is still sending me a message so late? Muttering quietly, I walked to the bed and picked up the phone. It turned out to be a message from my father.

"Victor, take some time to come to the company tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. Dad has something to tell you."

When did Dad become so mysterious? If there is something, can't he just call me, or come to my mother to admit his mistakes openly? I believe my mother will definitely forgive him. But since my father contacted me, it was a good sign. I quickly replied, "Got it, Dad."

Then he asked again on WeChat, "Dad, why didn't you come back tonight?"

A moment later, my father's message came, "I'm at your aunt's house! Don't play with your phone so late, go to bed early."

"I'll go to bed soon." I typed four words and sent them with a grinning emoticon. My father didn't reply.

Put down the phone, lie on the bed with my hands on my head. I kept thinking in my head, what would my father ask me to do in the company, let me contact the company in advance? Occasionally, I would go to my father's company, but not often. He was afraid of affecting my studies, and I was afraid of affecting his business, so I didn't know much about the specific situation in the company.

Hey, I'm so stupid! Isn't it obvious? Dad is a company boss, so he can't bow his head. So he wants me to be the peacemaker between him and mom. I thought about this simple logic for a long time, but I thought that as long as my parents can get along, I am happy to help.

It was already ten o'clock, but I still didn't feel sleepy. I thought that it was normal to stay up until twelve o'clock at night when I was in school, and it was normal not to be able to sleep now. Since I couldn't sleep, I tried to send a message to Sophia. Unexpectedly, she was still awake like me and replied to me quickly.

"I have something to tell you. I discussed it with my parents tonight and they agreed that I can study abroad in Canada."

"That's a good thing. Your wish can come true." I affirmed it first, then copied a link and sent it to him. "I checked some information about studying abroad this afternoon. I don't know if it's useful. I sent you the link. You can check it out first."

"You just said it this afternoon. You are really concerned. You have done the work so quickly."

"Of course, I am your boyfriend, so of course I have to prepare in advance."

"Then will you accompany me to study abroad?"

"This..."

"Why, I don't want to."

"I will talk to my parents tomorrow and see how they react."

"What if my uncle and aunt don't agree?" There was a worried expression at the end of the message.

This matter really made me scratch my head. In my heart, I was not very willing to study abroad, but I don't know why Sophia was so stubborn. It was said that a distant cousin of hers went abroad to get gilded and came back to become a senior executive of a large company, which touched her. But I am different. I have no feelings for foreign countries, and I think that the group of people who go abroad are more divided into two levels. One is the top students who mainly study, and the other is the people who failed the college entrance examination and have to go abroad to get a job. "This matter is indeed not something that can be done by talking. I think I should try my best to convince them." At this juncture, I don't know whether they agree to my going abroad or not, so I typed and sent it to them.

"Well, then you have to convince them as soon as possible." Then Sophia sent another message below, "I found the class teacher, Teacher Zhang, and got the WeChat of a senior who is also studying in Canada. He just happened to be on vacation and returned to China recently. I plan to take some time to ask about his situation there."

When I saw the word senior, I said worriedly, "A man? Why don't you find a senior sister?"

"Why, you are worried." I got a white eye expression, and then Sophia said, "Then why don't you ask for me." After that, Sophia pushed I sent a business card to her, "I'll give you my senior's WeChat first, you can add him and chat with him more, and ask him more about the situation in Canada."

"Okay, I'll ask him in the next few days."

Sophia replied quickly, "Well, after you ask, I hope we can go to the school together next week to handle the procedures."

"There's still time, don't be too anxious."

"That's it for now, I'm going to sleep."

It was her bedtime, I was used to it, so I sent her a love as usual, and then said good night to Sophia.

I was going to sleep, but I still couldn't sleep, so I simply took the phone back, looked at the business card Sophia sent, and added it after a few clicks. I didn't expect that the senior was not asleep either, and he accepted it in a while. I've heard that students in college are all night owls who go to bed late, and it's true.

I politely sent a smiley face and said hello to the other party. After waiting for a while, the other party didn't reply, so I said that I was also a student of Mr. Zhang of No. 8 Middle School, and gave my name, and wanted to ask the senior about studying abroad.

The senior was also very polite. Seeing that I typed Mr. Zhang's name, he thought that I didn't add it casually, so he also replied to me and gave his own name - Ryan.

Seeing the senior's name, I quickly typed a string of words and sent it out, "Hello Ryan!"

What I received was, "You're welcome, junior."

Then I politely said that I wanted to consult about studying abroad, and the senior said that he was happy to accept me as a junior, so I briefly greeted him on WeChat, talked about the current situation of No. 8 Middle School, the situation of substitute teachers, and my college entrance examination results, which was considered to be a preliminary approach to get closer.

He responded to every message, and the chat was quite natural. I asked him to have dinner tomorrow to learn more about studying abroad. The senior student agreed without refusing... When traveling far away, I like to have someone I know in a foreign place, let alone going abroad. It should save a lot of trouble to have a senior student in a country where I am unfamiliar with. After the chat, I put down my phone and went to bed.

The next morning, my mother got up earlier than me. I originally planned to visit her in her bedroom after getting up, fearing that she still had troubles and wanted to care about her, but seeing my mother's smiling face, I thought that my mother should be fine, so I didn't say these words.

My mother was preparing breakfast, and her simple and elegant home clothes made her soft figure look quite soft.

"Mom, good morning." I greeted my mother habitually.

"Get up, Victor, why don't you sleep a little longer." My mother put down the freshly squeezed soy milk and replied with a smile. She might be thinking that the college entrance examination was over, why did she get up so early.

"Didn't mom say that it's a good habit to go to bed early and get up early..." In fact, mom doesn't like me to sleep in, thinking that it's a sign of laziness. I replied calmly and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

After a while, the mother and son started to sit at the dining table to eat breakfast. Mom's hands are very skillful, and she can make any ingredients into a variety of patterns. I kept praising her cooking skills, but she just smiled and ate a piece of bread in small bites.

"Mom, I have something... I want to tell you..." After drinking the rest of the soy milk, I organized my words. Because I had to go to see that senior in the morning, and I really wanted to ask my mother, so I thought it would be better to confess this matter to my mother as soon as possible.

"What's the matter?" Mom saw me staring at her and asked curiously, "You child, tell me if you have anything."

"Mom, I... If I choose to study abroad, is it okay?" I said this sentence in a low voice.

When my mother heard the news, she must have felt a little sad. Her lips were obviously trembling as she drank the soy milk. She wiped her bright red lips with a napkin, then put down the cup and asked a puzzled question, "Why do you want to go abroad? There are so many troubles abroad, how is it better than in China?"

"But I'm not sure yet, I just want to hear your opinion..." I felt that my mother seemed to be in a bad mood, and added nervously.

"Didn't mom say last night that no matter what your choice is, mom supports you." This time, mom and I finished eating, and then sat down to talk. She spoke first, "It's just that studying abroad is something that needs to be done carefully. It's not only related to your studies, but also to your future path. Moreover, you are unfamiliar with the place abroad. What if something goes wrong..."

A mother worries about her son even when he is thousands of miles away. I just mentioned it, and my mother has thrown out so much. It can be seen that from the bottom of her heart, my mother probably doesn't want me to go abroad.

"Victor, have you made up your mind? If you must go abroad, mom can't stop you, after all, you have grown up."

Seeing my mother in a dilemma, I couldn't help asking myself, do I want to go abroad? It's really hard to answer, and it feels like it's harder than the soul-searching question - who should I save first if my mother and wife fall into the water.

"Not yet, I'm just asking, don't worry, mom, I won't go abroad." Facing my mother who was full of melancholy at this time, I could only answer like this.

"Mom doesn't have to stop you, but it's just whether it's necessary. Otherwise, you can ask your dad again and see what his attitude is." Mom stared at me and asked again after a while, "Which country do you want to study abroad? Do you have any preliminary intentions?" Mom has behaved very normally, but she still can't hide the look of loss on her face. I'm afraid that every mother can't remain indifferent when her beloved only son wants to go abroad.

"If I choose, I might go to Canada. The environment there is good, and there are many Chinese people... But I'm still considering the school." Looking at my mother, I told her what Sophia said to me.

My mother was a little worried when she heard it, "Going to Canada is so far away. You are only 18 years old. You don't know anyone there. And the news says that country is not very friendly to Chinese people. Mom is a little worried..."

From the perspective of a mother, my mother's analysis is indeed more rational than mine, but I still patiently told her, "Nowadays, planes are very convenient, and there are direct flights from Hefei to Canada. It takes a day to come back. As for the country's human relations, don't worry too much. They are also a country that respects the law. I, a student, will not break the law if I go abroad to study. The most important thing is that I will not have people I know to study with me..." I just answered my mother's words normally at the beginning, but at the end, I was a little mysterious to her.

This really aroused my mother's curiosity. When she heard that I knew someone who was going abroad with me, she became alert and made an expression that asked me to tell the truth, "Hmm? Are you hiding something from me? Tell me now..." "Then I'll tell you, don't be surprised..." I looked up at my mother and just met her rolling eyes. She looked very dissatisfied with my behavior of keeping it a secret. Whether I would study abroad or not was uncertain, but it was necessary to tell my mother about Sophia. I thought that I would tell my mother sooner or later anyway, so I might as well tell her about Sophia now, so I confessed to my mother, "Your son has a girlfriend, and she wants to go abroad to study." When I said this, I was still very nervous. As expected, when my good son, who had always been studying hard, suddenly said that he had a girlfriend, my mother had to be very surprised and showed an exaggerated expression. At first, the expression was just disgusted with me for not telling her earlier, and then my mother started to check the household registration like all parents, asking me about various situations of my girlfriend.

"What's her name?" "Where is she from?" "How old is she?" "How did you meet?" and so on. Mom didn't mind asking a lot of questions.

I had to slowly introduce Sophia to her. I met her in junior high school, we gradually developed a good impression of each other in high school, and finally we became good friends. Then Sophia wanted me to go abroad with her... I told her everything. Of course, I skipped the details. I wasn't stupid enough to describe those more private things in front of my mother.

"So it's Sophia, your deskmate, right? Mom has seen her. That little girl is pretty. My son is very discerning this time." Sophia has always been my deskmate. I occasionally mentioned her to my mother, and she has seen her at parent-teacher conferences, so when I mentioned her, she remembered her.

"It's Sophia, your deskmate, right? Mom has seen her. That little girl is pretty. My son is very discerning this time." Sophia has always been my deskmate. I occasionally mentioned her to my mother, and she has seen her at parent-teacher conferences. So when I mentioned her, she remembered her.

" "You are just dating your deskmate, and you are so secretive and hiding it. Even mom has been kept in the dark for so long. Are you deliberately not wanting me to know?"

Faced with my mother's questioning, I quickly replied, "I was still studying at school at that time, busy with the college entrance examination all day, so of course I didn't dare to tell you."

My mother blinked her thick eyebrows and big eyes, and started to make up, "Why, are you afraid that mom will eat you? Am I that scary?"

I saw that my mother didn't seem to be embarrassed, but looked more like a melon-eating teaser, so I stopped being nagging and said to her mother "Didn't you tell me that studying is the most important thing, and that I was not allowed to have a relationship too early in school? I was afraid that you would break us up, so I didn't dare to tell you... It's only now that the college entrance examination is over that I dare to tell you."

"Little fool, I said that because I was afraid that you would be deceived and then lose your studies... Since you and Sophia like each other, I'm so happy that I can't wait to oppose it!" After saying that, my mother knocked my head. This is her habitual action. Every time she finishes calling me a little fool, she will do this. After taking back her hand, my mother murmured, "Just if you want to go abroad, you still have to discuss it before making a decision."

My mother had some reservations about my idea of ​​studying abroad, but she supported me to have a girlfriend, so I was more or less happy. Unknowingly, it was already nine o'clock in the morning. I had something else to do in the morning, so I said hello to my mother and went out.

Although I am not sure whether I can go abroad, I still have to do what I promised Sophia. Today is Saturday. I met Ryan on the campus of No. 8 Middle School. He was playing basketball on the playground. There was a physical education teacher and a substitute teacher from the next class. This was the first time I met Ryan. He was about the same height as me, but two years older than me.

Seeing that the senior was playing vigorously, I did not go forward to disturb him. Instead, I stood in the shade of the tree and waited for a while. In the meantime, I chatted with Sophia about some trivial things on WeChat. When the time was almost up, I waved to the senior.

Because we had communicated in advance last night, he recognized me quickly, dropped the basketball in his hand and ran over. I handed over a bottle of frozen happy water that I had bought in advance. Ryan was also a straightforward person. He took it and drank a few gulps. After exchanging a few words, we walked towards the school gate together. Although he had graduated for a year, he was still popular. Occasionally, he would see teachers he knew and greet him.

Going east from No. 8 Middle School is the famous Swan Lake in the city, and not far to the north is Wanda Plaza and Yintai Center. Because they are all in the government district, this is a relatively prosperous area in the city. It was noon, and because I said I would treat Ryan to a meal, I took him to a nearby restaurant.

At the dinner table, I asked Ryan a lot of details about studying abroad. Ryan answered one by one, including the process and precautions for handling the procedures for going abroad and applying for study abroad, as well as some precautions such as customs, national conditions, and laws in Canada... During the chat, I learned that Ryan is two years older than me, and happened to study at the University of Toronto, so I asked about the situation of this university with interest. Ryan took the trouble to give me a detailed introduction to some science and engineering majors and teaching conditions, and introduced me to the history of the school, the academic atmosphere, etc.

Ryan is very enthusiastic and cheerful, and we chatted until more than two o'clock in the afternoon. He said he had something to meet a friend later, so he came out of the restaurant, said hello, and we left separately.

I called Sophia eagerly and shared some important information with her, which made her praise me for being efficient and a qualified boyfriend, which made me very happy.

When I got home, my mother was not there, but she sent me a message. My mother went out to get her hair done with her best friend in the afternoon, and she might not be home for a while, so she asked me to wait for her to come back and cook in the evening. My father was not there either, and it seemed that he would not come back tonight. I wanted to ask my father, but then I thought that I would go to see him tomorrow anyway, so if he didn't come back, then he didn't come back. I was also happy that my relationship with my mother could be taken to the next level, and maybe something could happen with my mother, which would be even more wonderful.

I played with my phone on the sofa for a while, and my mother hadn't come back yet. I thought she might have gone shopping with her best friend Natalie after getting her hair done. I was already 18 years old and graduated from high school, and I also had a girlfriend. It was too immature to always wait for my mother to come back and cook. I might as well cook two by myself. Thinking that my mother usually works so hard to take care of me, I always want to do something for her. It is better to do it now, in case I go abroad to study in the future, there will be no chance.

Thinking about it, I hurriedly checked the recipe, then opened the refrigerator, and saw that the ingredients were still fresh, so I washed and cut the vegetables according to the results of Baidu. First, I made a potato fried with shredded pork, and then started to make garlic enoki mushrooms.

I was busy in the kitchen for a while, and my mother came back on time.

My mother had her long black hair permed, and her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and a playful red bow was tied on her hair. The round and pretty face was slightly powdered, and the moist cherry lips were smeared with lipstick. My mother dressed very beautifully today, with her white jade-like skin and slender and charming figure, plus a pair of high heels, the overall dress looked mature and charming. As soon as I entered the door, I was attracted by my mother's grace. She was as beautiful as a person in a painting, and even her son could hardly take his eyes away.

Mom was holding a bag of newly bought clothes in her hand. She first put it on the sofa, then returned to the door, kicked off her high-heeled sandals, and changed her bare feet into flat slippers. Mom just bent down slightly, and the amazing curve of her hips could not be hidden. The satin inside Mom's clothes was mysterious and tempting. It was enough to attract people to find out more...

Soon, Mom put on her slippers and stood up again. At this time, she was wearing a white silk cotton shirt on her upper body and a floral short skirt on her lower body. The hem of the skirt just reached her knees, revealing a pair of white and smooth calves.

When Mom saw me looking at her, she leaned against the kitchen door, poked her head in for a few times, then sniffed with her nose curled up, and soon she showed a bright smile, her heart full of joy, "When did my son learn to cook? Didn't I tell you that Mom would come back to cook..."

As Mom said this, she also held her hands in front of her chest, with a standard beauty standing posture. I came back to my senses after she said that. Thanks to me being her son, she didn't think too much about my look, but I didn't dare to look at her too much, because seeing the whiteness of her shirt collar, my penis hardened again. I stopped looking at my mother and said flatteringly, "I see that mom is too hard every day, so I want to cook for her myself today." Mom enjoyed my compliments, her mouth moved slightly, and murmured, "What kind of meal did you cook? Let mom see." Mom said she wanted to come in to help, I wiped my hands quickly and pushed her out. "Mom, just wait. I watch you cook every day, and your son's cooking skills should not be bad. Wait for the last minute and you can eat." Mom might be a little tired from shopping, or it might be the common problem of beautiful women. After I pushed her, she was happy to be served like a queen and sat at the dining table with a smile. I saw that my mother brought back a piece of cut duck, so I put it in the dish. Soon, the garlic mushrooms were also out of the pot. Soon, all the delicious food was served on the table.

It was my first time to cook dinner. Out of encouragement, my mother praised me for being good. While eating, my mother asked me what I did during the day. I said that I went to school to meet classmates and teachers and asked them about the college entrance examination registration. But as I was talking, my eyes were always attracted by my mother, and I would look at her a few more times from time to time...

When taking a bath in the evening, my mother took a bath first. When I finished bathing and returned to the bedroom, my mother knocked on the door and came in. With the lesson of last night, of course I didn't dare to dress so casually today. I put down my phone and greeted my mother's voice. When I looked up, I was surprised by my mother before I spoke.

I saw my mother came in after taking a bath, wearing a red plaid shirt on her upper body and a red knee-length skirt on her lower body. As she had just finished a shower, her long black hair was draped over her shoulders, and there was still a little heat on her newly done hair. Her pretty face was flushed. With her plain face, mature temperament, and decent clothes, my mother was beautiful from the inside out.

"How is it? Does it look good?" As soon as my mother came in, she couldn't help asking.

"Yes, it looks good... Mom is so beautiful..." I couldn't help but move my throat, and my speech became stuttering.

"This is what Mom is going to wear for the dinner party tomorrow. I went shopping with your Natalie for a long time today before I chose it..." Mom didn't notice my expression. She giggled and turned around a few times. She was very satisfied with the clothes, and then handed the bag of clothes in her hand to me so that I could put on the new ones.

I took it and saw that there were clothes bought for me in the bag that Mom brought in the afternoon. When I opened it, it was a decent shirt and a pair of casual pants.

"Put it on and show it to Mom." Seeing that I took out the clothes, Mom urged me, but she didn't mean to avoid it after she said it.

It was just a change of clothes, not stripping naked. Mom might just be eager to see what the clothes she bought for her son were like, so she didn't think of being shy. Besides, we were mother and son, so there weren't that many taboos. Even so, I still turned my back to mom, took off my sweatshirt and shorts, and when I was left with only a pair of shorts, I picked up the new clothes and put them on.

"You are no longer a high school student. You are 18 this year. Since you have a girlfriend, you have to learn how to dress yourself. You can change those rustic student clothes in the future..." Mom said behind me. Seeing that I was dressed, she motioned me to turn around, then came close to me to adjust my collar and pants, then stepped back and looked at me, and kept praising me, "My son is handsome, and now he is getting more and more handsome."

Mom's bright eyes and white teeth smiled repeatedly, like Wang Po selling melons and boasting about herself. I was also infected by her emotions and said to her, "Mom is very beautiful, didn't I inherit it from you?"

"You are just sweet... …” Mom couldn’t hide her smile and then gave me some advice, “Okay, wear this outfit to meet the teacher tomorrow. You did well in the college entrance examination, and I think as a parent I have to treat you to a meal. I have already made an appointment with your head teacher and substitute teacher, so don’t forget it tomorrow.”

I saw Mom turning around to go back to the bedroom. Thinking that I would meet Dad tomorrow, this was a good opportunity to create a relaxation for my parents, so I casually said, “Well, I will ask Dad to come with me tomorrow.”

Mom paused and didn’t speak. She was aloof and didn’t say anything in agreement, but she didn’t say anything to stop me from meeting Dad. It seemed that after a day, Mom’s attitude softened.

Chapter 4

Dad’s company is an e-commerce company, which mainly provides import and export services for several large domestic and foreign companies. It is located near the Innovation Industrial Park in the High-tech Zone. The company is not far from home. I walked along Line 2 out of the West Bus Station subway station and walked for about ten minutes to reach Dad’s company.

The company is not big, with an office building on one floor and about fifty employees. I used to come here occasionally, so I knew some familiar faces. I didn't want to attract people's attention after I got up from the elevator, so I went straight into my father's office.

I pushed open the door and saw my father sitting on an office chair in a business suit with a laptop in front of him. He was concentrating on working on the computer. He should be busy at the moment, so I didn't disturb him after I came in. Instead, I sat on the sofa next to him and played with my phone.

My father turned his head and glanced at me through his glasses. He found that it was me, so he didn't get up to greet him, but continued to look at the computer. He moved the mouse in his hand and tapped the keyboard from time to time. This continued for a few minutes before he spoke to me casually, "Why didn't you tell me in advance..."

While chatting with Sophia on WeChat, I replied indifferently, "I was in a hurry on the road and didn't think about it. Besides, it's not like I don't know the way."

"The college entrance examination scores have come out. Have you decided which school to go to and what major to choose?"

It has been several days since the college entrance examination scores came out. It is time to fill in the application form. Because my father is really busy and he left home a few days ago, he also asked me about the application out of concern.

I was afraid that my father would not ask, because I had not told him about studying abroad, so I wanted to hear his thoughts. Now that my father asked, and I had already discussed these things with my mother, there was no need to hide it, so I told my father the situation, "Dad, if I choose to study abroad, is it okay? With my grades, I can go to a good school abroad, and I can broaden my horizons and gain more knowledge, so that I will have more opportunities in the future..."

My father was similar to my mother, and was also a little surprised. He stopped his work, closed his notebook, stood up and walked to me, "Dad doesn't object to your idea, but studying abroad is not a joke. It not only depends on grades, but also on the future..." Dad said very seriously and caringly, "Have you decided which country to study in?"

"If I decide to study abroad, I may go to the University of Toronto in Canada. I heard that the environment there is good and the academic atmosphere is strong..." I looked at my father and answered truthfully, hoping that he would agree with my idea. After all, my mother is his wife. I have dirty fantasies about her every day when I stay at home, and I always feel that I have let my father down, so let me study abroad.

"Well, it's the best school in Canada. If you decide to go, Dad has no objection. And the company just signed a contract with a Canadian multinational company recently. Business needs may require me to stay in Canada for a while. But, have you told your mother about this?"

"I have already told my mother. She doesn't agree, but she didn't say that I can't go abroad. I will talk to her patiently later." Dad is not as hesitant as Mom. He is open-minded about my studying abroad. I told him about my own affairs and of course did not delay the business. Telling him about studying abroad is just one of the things. There is another thing tonight that needs Dad's approval.

At first I thought he was quarreling with mom and would be unfriendly to me, but dad didn't do that. He spoke to me in a relaxed and caring manner, so I took the opportunity to say to dad, "Dad, mom has made an appointment with my head teacher and substitute teacher tonight and wants to treat them to a thank-you dinner. The restaurant has been booked. Come with me later."

As an old married couple, dad and mom have been quarreling for two days. I thought dad would agree readily, but he didn't answer. Instead, he lowered his head to think for a while, then stomped his feet and walked a few steps in the room before turning back. His expression kept changing, as if he was preparing to organize some words. After a long time, he raised his head and said with difficulty, "Victor, I plan to divorce your mother..."

Noticing that my face turned very bad in an instant, my father also knew that this was cruel, and quickly added, "Son, although I have decided to divorce your mother, don't worry, I will still love you, and I believe your mother will do the same."

"No! Dad, I don't want you to divorce Mom. I hope you can reconcile as before. You are lying to me, right?"

My father decided to divorce Mom. This was undoubtedly like a bolt from the blue, which made me unacceptable. I admit that I did not do well as a son, and even secretly hoped that my parents would have a rift so that I could take advantage of my mother, but when it really came, I was at a loss. I don't know if I was hysterical. I even pulled my father's sleeve while screaming, wanting him to change his decision. People say that children are always hurt in broken marriages. This is true. I am just a high school graduate, and I still haven't been able to face it maturely.

Dad saw my sad face, he came over and held my shoulders, patted me on the back, his face looked sad, and then said in a deep tone, "Dad knows that you can't accept it, so I didn't tell you in advance, but called you to the company to tell you in person, although this decision is difficult to make, but this time Dad really intends to divorce..."

Dad didn't give me a chance to interrupt, he moved his throat and continued to say something. He talked about some good things about mom, their marriage and life, and many things after I was born, of course, this time's things were also mentioned, and finally sighed, "You have just become an adult, Dad is afraid that you can't accept it in your heart, and afraid that you will be hurt, so I don't know how to start, but you are not young this year, so I'd better bring it up earlier..."

Dad said a lot of nagging, just because he was afraid that I would not accept it, but I really couldn't accept it in my heart. This really surprised me, and mom actually forgave dad, I really don't understand why dad is still like this, so I feel a little resentful in my heart.

"Dad, since you have made up your mind, it may be useless for me to say anything more. As the saying goes, a forced melon is not sweet. I just hope that you and mom can get together and part ways in peace..." What I am most worried about now is actually mom, so I said, "This way you can be worthy of mom."

Dad certainly heard my complaints, and he said, "Victor, I know I may not be a very qualified father in your eyes. I usually spend very little time with you, so it is understandable that you have complaints about me in your heart, but you should also understand Dad's difficulties. Besides, it is actually good for your mother to file for divorce now. She is still young now, do you understand?"

Of course I understand. Dad's meaning is nothing more than that mom can find someone else after the divorce. In the final analysis, he just doesn't trust mom. I suddenly began to feel sorry for mom. This dad is a thousand good things, but he just doesn't understand mom. Mom is the kind of person who is artistic and delicate. She even dislikes her own laziness. With mom's personality, how could she find someone else to entrust her life to?

But then again, my father was also patient and restrained. Since we were going to separate, we just talked it out. This was very different from those couples who got divorced after a fight.

"After you divorce mom, who will I go with?" I thought more openly, wiped the marks on my face, and asked a more important question.

"Of course you follow me. If you choose to study abroad, I will do my best to support you. This is something useful for you. I believe your mother will not object to this arrangement."

Dad said sincerely, but I still asked, "If I follow you, what will happen to your mother?"

"You are still closer to your mother..." Dad was a little jealous, and then showed an expression that reassured me, "Don't worry, as the saying goes, a husband and wife for a day will have a hundred days of grace. Your mother is not easy, so I will not treat her badly. Dad is going to leave the house to your mother, so that her future life will be guaranteed..." But after saying this, Dad also revealed the cunning side of a man, "Of course, the premise is that you have to follow me."

I am a boy. In such a society, traditional concepts are still very deep. I and Dad, this is where he will not compromise.

Dad was probably still worried that I would think too much, so he continued to persuade and comfort me, "Don't be sad, although Dad and your mother are divorced, we don't abandon you, we still love you. As for your mother, don't worry if you can't speak up, I will speak to her myself..."

"Samuel, the meeting is about to start, everyone is waiting for you in the conference room." The door rang and opened a little. It was Dad's secretary Olivia, who came to ask Dad to go to the meeting.

Dad waved to her and asked her to go first, and indicated that he would be there soon. When the door was closed again, Dad gently touched my head, "Dad is very busy recently, Dad will not go to the teacher appreciation banquet tonight. Dad has bought the gifts for you and put them in the lobby downstairs. Don't forget to bring them to the teachers when you leave. They have worked hard to teach you so well. You must remember them and don't forget to say thank you to them..."

Dad was busy, and I was embarrassed to disturb him again. At this time, I was eager to return to my mother, so I looked up and said to Dad, "Dad, then I will go back first."

"Well, go ahead. I believe my son has grown up. This matter still can't defeat you." Dad said and returned to his notebook. He should be preparing for his meeting.

What I thought was that this was not a matter of being defeated or not, but I was worried about my mother. What would happen if she knew that Dad wanted to divorce her? How sad and upset she would be. I felt that I was still in the sky when I came, and now I was suddenly thrown to the ground. I didn't feel anything for a while.

I pushed open the door and went downstairs. It seemed as if God was playing a trick on me. I saw the sky was overcast and soon it started to thunder and rain. I stayed at my father's place for a long time. It was already evening. I still had to go to the teacher's appreciation banquet. My mother might have already arrived at the hotel to entertain the teachers, so I had to rush over even if I pretended to be calm.

In the corner of the hall, I saw the things my father had bought. They were fruits and a few boxes of tea. They were not particularly expensive and there were no red envelopes. However, the teachers were not that kind of people, and the current school regulations were relatively strict. As long as you didn't come empty-handed, it was more appropriate to give these things.

My father has always been very proper in dealing with people. He is a relatively stable person and a qualified father, but I am indescribably disappointed with him on this issue with my mother. I looked at the rain outside through the glass window of the hall alone, lowered my head and thought for a moment, and my WeChat voice rang. It was my mother calling.

As soon as I answered the phone, I heard my mother's slightly anxious voice from the other end, "Victor, why haven't you arrived yet? The teachers are already here."

I subconsciously checked the time. It was already six o'clock. If I add the time spent on the road, it would indeed be a little later to arrive at the hotel. My mother never likes me to procrastinate or be late. I was afraid that she would be anxious, so I quickly replied to her, "Mom, please entertain my teacher first. I'm already outside and will take a taxi right away."

"Well, and..." After hearing what I said, my mother hesitated on the phone. She seemed a little embarrassed. After a pause, she said a little stiffly, "Don't forget to ask him to bring some gifts on the way. There are so many thank-you banquets for teachers in this restaurant. It's not good to have nothing in your hands."

That "he" is obviously my father. It seems that my mother is still looking forward to reconciling with my father, but my father is too ignorant. But I can't tell my mother the truth directly now. Although I am reluctant, I still pretend to apologize for my father and say, "Dad has something at the company. He is busy in a meeting and can't come tonight, but he has bought the things for me and I'm already holding them in my hand." I didn't know how to tell my mother about this, so I lied to her in good faith.

"You are busy all day long. Your son's affairs are not as important as his work... If you don't come, then don't come. It doesn't matter if he is not here. He has never cared about you anyway." Mom's voice was a little angry, full of complaints about Dad, but full of care for me. "It's raining outside, be careful on your way here." Mom reminded me and hung up the phone.

There is no time to lose. The rain has not stopped. Waiting any longer is not a solution, so I took my things and took a taxi at the door. I reported the address and rushed over.

There are quite a few people who came to the teacher appreciation banquet. Whether it is the front hall or the box, it is full of people. Fortunately, the restaurant was booked in advance, otherwise there would be no seats. When I arrived at the restaurant, the head teacher, Teacher Fang, and Teacher Zhang, Teacher Pan, and Teacher Zhou had also arrived for the first time. There were four of them in total, all of whom were my substitute teachers. The rest of them either had evening self-study or did not come because of something.

Because I was a little late, after entering the box, I greeted the teachers one by one in a shy manner. They usually treated me well in school, but I didn't take it seriously.

Before the food was served, my mother was talking to the teachers, and her words and behavior were very polite and decent. Although my father was not there, my mother greeted them very well. She wore the clothes I showed me last night, a plaid shirt with a red skirt. The enchanting outfit made my mother look very elegant, and her beautiful legs in the skirt were covered with a pair of formal stockings, which was really noble and elegant, causing the two female teachers to praise my mother.

When my mother saw me, she first expressed her gratitude to the teachers in person, and then asked me to thank them as well. She left me to greet the teachers, and she went to the front desk to urge the dishes to be served, and even asked for two bottles of red wine and a box of beer. Teacher Fang, the head teacher, said that my mother was too polite. In a good atmosphere, my mother handed the beer to me and asked me to drink with Teacher Pan and Teacher Zhou, and the red wine was given to the three ladies.

My mother arranged it perfectly. She asked the teachers to sit in the more distinguished positions inside. Teacher Fang, the head teacher, sat in the middle. To the left were two male teachers, to the right were Teacher Zhang and my mother, and I sat next to my mother. This position was close to the door and was convenient for serving dishes.

I always thought that my mother was a little woman, but my mother was not just a vase. She was orderly in her work, talked to the teachers in an orderly manner, and did not forget to ask me to serve the teachers with cups and water. Her demeanor was calm and unhurried, showing her housewife side to the fullest.

The dishes we ordered were set meals. After waiting for about ten minutes, the waiter brought the dishes one by one. My mother asked the waiter to open the wine and told everyone to start eating. But just as she started to eat, my mother's cell phone rang. She took out her cell phone and looked at it. I also glanced at it and found that it was my father who called. My mother might still be angry. When she saw that it was my father, she hung up the phone.

I didn't expect that my mother put down her chopsticks after taking a bite of food, and the phone rang again, and she didn't mean to hang up. My mother had no choice but to apologize to the teachers embarrassedly, and told me not to forget to toast, and then she turned around and went out to answer the phone.

This is a good habit that my mother has had for a long time. She was afraid of disturbing others even when she was on the phone. After she went out, I poured red wine for Teacher Fang and Teacher Zhang in order. Knowing that my mother can drink a little red wine, I took my mother's empty glass and poured her half a glass, and then bent down to pour beer for the two male teachers and myself one by one.

After a while, my mother came back. I was not sure whether my father had told her about the divorce, because I did not see any changes when my mother came in. However, when my mother came in and was about to sit down, her feet slipped. Fortunately, I was quick to support my mother and she did not fall down.

Alas, my heart sank. I knew that my father must have said those words to my mother, otherwise my mother would not have failed to notice that her feet were unstable. It was just that my mother concealed it very well. At her son's teacher's farewell dinner, she did not want people to see that the family was getting divorced. She did not want her son to be laughed at or accused of being rude to guests, so she pretended to be friendly and sat down, and greeted the teachers politely.

"Thank you teachers for your care for my Victor over the past three years. Without your careful education, my son might not have scored such a good score. So as a parent, I want to toast the teachers..." After saying this, my mother picked up the cup in her hand and stood up, and bowed politely to the teachers.

"Penelope is too polite. Teaching and educating people is what we teachers should do..." The head teacher, Ms. Fang, also stood up.

"Yes, we are all very pleased that Li Victor did well in the exam. He worked hard, and your parents also worked hard, so the credit is not all ours..." Several teachers also stood up politely.

Three years ago, it was my mother who brought me to school. Three years later, time seemed to have stopped flowing on my mother. My mother looked almost the same as she did three years ago, but I grew taller and stronger, and my outstanding grades were enough to make my mother proud.

Although the ending of the marriage was unfortunate, my mother still felt a little comforted when she thought of her son's academic performance and sensible appearance. She raised her glass and drank the red wine in the glass in one breath.

The guests followed the host's wishes. Seeing that my mother had finished drinking, several teachers stopped holding their glasses and drank the wine in their glasses. After one glass of wine, I stood up and poured wine again... The dinner was spent in a harmonious and joyful atmosphere. The teachers kept praising my grades and performance, and talked about some of my glorious deeds in school, such as being well-behaved and sensible, helpful, and having good character, etc. Anyway, basically, those things they said were all things that my mother had never known about me at home, and they all said them one by one.

Although they were all telling the truth, which mother doesn't like to hear good things about her son? These words made my mother very happy. So my mother drank more honestly. Whenever she heard a teacher praising me, she would toast me. In the end, I always felt that my mother drank more than half of the two bottles of red wine.

It was also the first time that the teachers sat down to eat with my mother. They didn't know my mother's alcohol tolerance. Although they kept saying that they didn't want to drink anymore, they couldn't resist my mother's interest. After a meal, everyone drank a lot in rounds.

When the dinner was over, my mother blushed a little, but she still pretended to be sober. But the occasional look at me made me realize that my mother might have really drunk too much. Red wine has a higher alcohol content than beer. It doesn't feel good at first, but it has a strong aftereffect. I looked at my mother worriedly, fearing that she would fall down drunk at any time.

"Mom, are you okay?" I whispered in my mother's ear when I was about to leave.

"It's okay. You can first distribute the things you brought to the teachers, and then help me go down to pay the bill." My mother also whispered back to me in a low voice for fear of being heard by others.

So I distributed the gift bags I brought to each teacher. They were very polite and refused to take them, but under my insistence, and because they were not really exaggerated things, they finally agreed to carry them in their hands.

When I went downstairs to pay the bill, I carefully held my mother's arm and went downstairs. My mother was still conscious at this time, but her steps were already weak, so I could only hold her hand carefully. I helped my mother downstairs. When we got to the stage, my mother handed me her phone and asked me to go up and pay.

The password of her phone was my birthday. We paid with Alipay before we were ready to leave. The summer rainstorm continued. Although the thunder stopped, it was still raining outside. Teacher Fang and Teacher Zhou came by car, so they planned to pick up Teacher Zhang and Teacher Pan and send them back before going back.