Night falls and it is dark.

Street lights are on in the community, and the lights are dim and weak, and there is a dark area between the lights.

The rain has become smaller, drizzling, as thin as a needle in the light, and it is constantly tangled.

Yu Liyang held a small umbrella and walked along the road in small steps, bypassing puddles, but occasionally stepped on loose floor tiles and was still splashed with water.

He was talking on the phone with an umbrella in one hand and a cell phone in the other.

"I just got out of school and was on my way home."

He spoke word by word.

"Is your grandfather at home?" Yan Tianjing's voice was always gentle and gentle on the phone.

"No."

Yu Liyang answered.

Yan Tianjing asked curiously: "You are the only one?"

He looked at the building where he was home and did not see the lights. Yu Liyang pursed his lips, speeded up his pace, and replied, "And my mother."

Yan Tianjing was slightly stunned, "Is your mother back?"

"Um."

"Will you make dinner for you?"

“…”

Yu Liyang raised his head again, looked at a window, and said nothing.

After a moment of silence, he did not hear his voice. Yan Tianjing asked, "What's wrong?"

"She cooks very delicious. However," Yu Liyang frowned, his voice a little low, "not making it often."

Yan Tianjing was stunned.

This is a little irresponsible for being a mother.

He didn't ask directly, but he could hear that Yu Liyang went home alone after school, but his mother didn't come to pick him up at home.

It’s a pity that Yu Liyang is sensible.

Just, I'm a little more sensible.

After walking quickly to the unit building, Yu Liyang said while collecting the umbrella: "Uncle, I'm almost home, I'll hang up first."

"Okay." Yan Tianjing reminded, "Be careful, remember to eat. If you have something to do, look for your uncle."

"Um."

Yu Liyang hung up the phone in a hurry.

Last week, Yu Tianqin gave him a new set of keys. He used the key to open the door to the unit building, then ran upstairs with an umbrella.

He opened the door with his feet on his feet. He opened it. Before he could turn on the light, he quickly changed his shoes and ran to the living room with his schoolbag on his back.

Before he saw Yu Ning in the living room, Yu Liyang panicked for a few seconds and quickly ran into the bedroom, pushed open the door, and with the faint light, when he saw the figure sitting on the bay window, his hanging heart fell back to his original place. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Xiao Yang?"

Yu Ning raised his head stiffly and looked at the little boy standing at the door with a blank expression.

Gradually, the thoughts that were pulled away came to reality.

Yu Liyang stood at the door without walking in. After frowning for a while, he squeezed out a stiff sentence, "Mom, I'm back."

A voice of "Mom" made Yu Ning completely awake.

She didn't have time to put on her shoes and stepped on the ground barefoot, hurriedly ran towards Yu Liyang, half-squatted down, and put her hands on Yu Liyang's shoulders.

"Yu Xiaoshuai," he raised his hand and rubbed Yu Liyang's face. Yu Ning said guiltily, "Mom, I'm sorry for you, forgot about you after school."

The face was deformed by Yu Ning's rubbing. Yu Liyang did not push her away, but just said with some difficulty: "I'm fine."

"How come it's okay?"

Yu Ning hugged Yu Liyang tightly, reached out and rubbed Yu Liyang's short hair, rubbing it so hard that it was so slight.

She said: "What should I do if my son is too sensible? If you don't act coquettish, your mother feels uncomfortable."

"..." Yu Liyang was stunned for a moment, "How do you want to act coquettish?"

"I'm so worried."

Yu Ning let go of him depressedly and rubbed his soft and tender little face again.

After a good meal, Yu Ning asked, "Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Mom will make it for you."

After thinking about it, Yu Liyang said, "Grandpa said there are vegetables and meat in the refrigerator, which can be made as you like."

Yu Ning's expression froze.

Then, she lowered her head, stared at Yu Liyang seriously, and said word by word: "Yu Xiaoshuai, my mother is asking you what you want to eat."

“Egg fried rice.”

His eyes rolled slightly, Yu Liyang said so.

Xiao Ni said that fried rice with eggs is easy to make and is even simpler than the following noodles.

Yu Ning choked, looked at his son steadily and asked, "Do you really just want to eat fried rice with eggs?"

"……Um."

Yu Liyang nodded.

"Does my son have no other dishes he likes to eat?" Yu Ning curled his lips, feeling so distressed.

After hesitating for a while, Yu Liyang thought carefully and replied: "I like to eat everything you make."

“…”

Yu Ning's eyes are a little sour.

Fortunately, the light was not turned on, and the light was dim. She blinked, suppressed the emotion and slowly exhaled her breath.

"So," Yu Ning discussed with him, "I won't eat fried rice at night, and I'll cook two side dishes for you. How about it? I'll give you a bun of flower rolls and small buns tomorrow morning, and fry two fried dough sticks, okay?"

"...It'll be enough to eat noodles and porridge tomorrow morning." Yu Liyang said with a frown.

Xiao Ni cooks at home in the morning, and usually makes noodles and porridge in a hurry. It is too troublesome and difficult to make other things, so it is better to buy them outside.

Yu Ning had insomnia all night, and he saw it several times when he went to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

He wanted her to sleep a little longer in the morning and didn't want her to get up too early to make breakfast.

Yu Ning frowned and pinched his cheek, "I just want to do it for you, aren't you happy?"

"I……"

"Yu Xiaoshuai, ask yourself, how many times have you hurt your mother's heart?"

Yu Ning felt wronged.

"……All right."

Yu Liyang nodded, barely agreeing.

Yu Ning immediately changed his face, the sorrow disappeared, and the joy came to his eyebrows.

"Oh, my son is so considerate."

Regardless of whether Yu Liyang was happy or not, Yu Ning kissed Yu Liyang a few times, and kissed Yu Liyang into a bitter face.

Yu Ning ignored it, patted his little forehead, and got up to turn on the bedroom light.

"Mother."

Yu Liyang followed her, frowned slightly, and called her hesitantly.

Yu Ning responded and leaned over to look at him, "Do you finally have something to share with your mother?"

He raised his head slightly, Yu Liyang said, "I met an uncle recently."

Yu Ning asked casually: "Are you an uncle like your grandfather?"

“…”

Yu Liyang was stunned.

Uncle, grandpa?

Mom, uncle?

This generation immediately disrupted his logic.

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yu Ning cleaned his hair and asked, "What's wrong?"

Yu Liyang recovered from his senses and stopped caring about seniority issues and said, "Uncle is very good at taking care of people."

"It's so rare that you actually made new friends." Yu Ning was extremely relieved.
To be continued...