Xiao Li's mother took a sip of tea, "Auntie, I really like you. If my son were half as good as you, I would burn the incense and not be so angry."
"Auntie, you're too complimentary. How about we go see Xiao Li." Song Qing stood up while hugging Song Xi who was napping.
"You took the cat out with you, and Auntie just noticed."
"You just talk about it, you don't see that it's normal." Song Xi cursed.
"Well, I don't worry if I leave it at home. If I go out for a few days, I can rest assured." Song Qing explained.
"Auntie thinks your child is caring. If I have a daughter, I have to introduce her to you. Do you have a girlfriend?" Auntie paid enthusiastic attention.
"Yes, thank you, auntie."
"Hey, what a pity." Xiao Li's mother sighed.
Song Qing saw Song Xi holding back laughter and shaking silently in his arms. He put her down and walked in.
Entering the room, Song Xi looked up and looked around. There was a man standing in front of the window, singing and performing opera movements gracefully. He ignored people who came in.
There are some personal paintings on the walls of the room, some sketches, some paintings; some landscape paintings, some figure paintings.
She always thought the paintings were a bit strange, until she discovered that one of the large head paintings had no ears.
Looking at other paintings, there are no ears, or the ears are blocked by hair, or by the face, or there are no paintings at all, and then I understand why I feel strange.
"Xiaobao, Master Song is coming to our house. Call someone quickly." Xiao Li's mother said to Xiao Li.
Song Xi had goosebumps all over her body. If my mother talked to me like this, I might as well just give it up. It would be so embarrassing.
Song Qing was also a little embarrassed and pretended to look at the paintings on the wall.
Xiao Li ignored it and sang alone.
Xiao Li's mother tried to beat her, but Song Qing stopped her.
"Auntie, can you let me be alone with him?" Song Qing asked.
"Can't I see it?" Sensing Song Qing's negative look, "Do you need me to help you take the cat out?".
"No, thank you." Song Qing replied.
"If you need any help, just call me. I'm right outside the door." The closed door opened again, and Xiao Li's mother poked her head in and said.
The door was closed again, but both Song Qing and Song Xi felt a sense of discomfort. The thought of someone leaning against the door and listening to the movement in the room gave them a strange feeling.
"The sound insulation of the door is good, you don't have to worry about being spied on." Xiao Li said in a normal male voice as he walked over and locked the door.
He moved a chair to Song Qing and sat on the edge of the bed.
Song Xi squinted as he watched a tail swinging around on the sheets behind him, and resisted the idea of pounce. He jumped on Song Qing and lay down.
"The song is sung really well, better than those in the theater." Song Qing opened the topic.
"I didn't sing it, it was a friend who sang it." Xiao Li clarified.
"She sings well, and you paint well." Song Xi pointed to the paintings on the wall, "Were these all painted by you yourself?"
"I was just painting for fun," although Xiao Li said this, his subtle expression showed a trace of complacency, obviously he was very satisfied with his painting.
"These paintings are very well done from composition to details. I have a question I would like to ask."
"The characters in these paintings have no ears. Do they have any special meaning?" Song Qing asked sincerely.
"It seems I'm not the only one who feels weird." Song Xi thought to herself.
"Really? I didn't notice this." Xiao Li looked at each painting and found that he couldn't see it. "Maybe it's blocked by his hair."
"Look at this girl with a bun. If I were to draw it, her ears would definitely be missing. This picture happened to be blocked by other things."
Song Qing pointed to the painting, "They all disappeared from your consciousness. Is there any reason?"
Xiao Li is obviously aware of the problem. If it is just an occasional picture or two, it doesn't mean much.
Indeed, the ears of each of his paintings were blocked for one reason or another, and he fell into deep thought.
"Let me answer this question for you, handsome guy." A female voice sounded.
"But—what good will it do to answer you?"
Song Xi raised his head and glanced at her. There was a hazy shadow of a fox head on Xiao Li's face.
Looking at Song Qing again, he didn't seem surprised at all by the female voice.
"It doesn't matter whether you answer it or not. I have plenty of other ways to find out, and I've probably already guessed the reason."
"Just to let him continue, his path must always be walked by himself. If you help him for a while, can you help him for the rest of his life?" Song Qing rebelled against General Yijun.
After a "hum" sound, Xiao Li's face became clear.
"I just analyzed it myself." Another male voice spoke. Probably because I grew up with my mother's constant nagging since I was a child. "
"When I was little, I didn't realize it. I often felt that I was not good enough, so she kept talking about it."
"The older I get, the more I feel like she is talking about me all over the place. She is never satisfied no matter what I do."
"As long as she is at home, there is never a moment of silence in the house. I become more and more silent, and I hope more and more that I can't hear anything without ears."
"You will not understand this suffocating love."
"Sometimes I wish I had never been born, so I wouldn't have to make her suffer, and I would suffer too."
"So Hu Xiao, Miss Hu will help you fight against your mother in this way, so that you can have an outlet for your depressed self, right?" Song Qing asked softly.
"There was a time when I couldn't bear it anymore, and then she showed up and said she could help me. Now I see my mother in pain every day, and I feel a faint sense of revenge."
"Actually, I don't want to torture her like this. If she is sad, I feel even sadder."
"Actually, my requirements are not high, as long as she stops nagging her."
"It's really not easy for you to persist until today." Song Qing also felt sad.
"Parents' love is like a house. It can be an umbrella to protect you from wind and rain, or it can be a prison cage."
"You want to escape from this prison, but are you ready to go out on your own and face the storms of the outside world?".
"There is no both, you can only choose one." Song Qing asked.
"I'm sure, I don't know how long I can hold on if I keep going like this." Xiao Li stood up with a determined expression.
"Okay, I understand."
Song Qing stood up, hugged Song Xi and walked out.
As soon as she opened the door, Xiao Li's mother staggered and almost fell in. She smiled awkwardly and glanced inside the room.
Song Qing walked to the living room and opened his backpack to get something.
"Little master, how is my son?" Xiao Li's mother asked anxiously.
"The situation is quite serious." Song Qing looked serious. "It's best for him to leave home, as far away as possible. Otherwise, something more serious will happen if he stays here."
"Leaving home? He will graduate soon. I asked someone to find a good place for him."
I have a job, is there any other way?" Xiao Li's mother asked without giving up.
