I go north, you go south

Chapter 27
Ling Bei has never seen his mother like this.

She used to be so proud, but now she is just an ordinary mother who owes her a debt.

"Mom." Ling Bei's voice softened unconsciously, and he helped Fang Jiaming to sit back on the sofa.

"No matter what happened back then, it was between me and that person. And he is long gone, and I won't blame you for this."

Ling Bei squatted down in front of Fang Jiaming, reached out to wipe away the tears on her face, and then held his mother's hand lightly as if comforting.

"You don't need to blame yourself, I'm now..." Ling Bei lowered his head and smiled silently: "...It's pretty good too."

"Well, that's right." Fang Jiaming looked at his son who was already much taller than himself before him, and finally smiled with relief: "It's mom who is in a hurry, and it's fine now."

Ling Bei sat with Fang Jiaming for a while, preparing to leave the old house before dark.

Before leaving, he specifically asked Fang Jiaming for a box of white sandalwood spices.

"Remember you don't like these things very much?" Fang Jiaming was a little confused.

"A friend likes it and wants to give it to her as a present."

Fang Jiaming was stunned for a moment, then smiled clearly, and immediately turned around and went into the room to take a box of spices and a small glass bottle.

"Girls who like spices are usually very careful and delicate. If you want to catch up with others, you can't just give gifts. You have to make yourself more delicate to make others like you. This bottle is my favorite perfume. The taste is relatively elegant, which should meet the preferences of most people. You can usually order a little on the neckline and cuffs."

"Well, thank you..." Ling Beimeng came to his senses, and looked up to see his mother's slightly playful smile, "Mom...how did you... guess..."

"I don't know you yet. I haven't had many friends with you since I was a child. Except for Ziwen, I haven't heard you mention anyone else. Today, I suddenly asked for something and said that I would give it away. If I If you can’t hear it anymore, you’re probably a fool.”

The teasing smile in Fang Jiaming's words was obvious, which made Ling Bei feel a little embarrassed: "Mom...the score is not yet..."

"It doesn't matter whether you have a score now." Fang Jiaming sat down on the sofa again, took a sip of tea and looked at Ling Bei again: "Let me ask you, do you like her?"

Ling Bei leaned on the back of the sofa beside him, and answered calmly: "I love her."

The three words were resounding, without any frivolity, and a sentence was added at the end: "In this life, I will never marry her."

"Hey, when did it happen? You're saying it's not right after you've said all that?" Fang Jiaming was really shocked this time, but she knew her son's temper, and she would never joke about this kind of thing.

"It's been a long time, but I didn't expect to meet her again." As long as he thought of that person, Ling Bei's emotions would lighten unconsciously: "She doesn't know yet. But I don't want to force her, so take your time. "

"It's true, the future will be long." Fang Jiaming got up and walked to Ling Bei, and patted his son's shoulder: "But you have to pay attention, love doesn't come first, be careful not to let others get there first. Today, since you and As I said, I'll just tell you, I've been waiting to see my daughter-in-law from now on, if I lose it, I'm the only one to ask.

"Oh, the girl who can make Xiaobei miss me for so long is at least one in a million, right?"

Seeing his mother's rare jump of joy, Ling Bei suddenly felt much more relaxed.

"Of course I won't let others get there first, I promise."

(End of this chapter)