Doctor Xu's hidden black moon

Chapter 80
When the pickled fish was ready, Mother Qin poured the fish into a large porcelain bowl and called Qin Lang to serve it. The mother and daughter had nothing to say since they were young, and now they haven't had much contact for more than two years, and they still have nothing to say.

Qin Qiang didn't think of finding a topic to ease the embarrassment, she just stood quietly like that, and after all the food was packed and served on the table, the family began to eat, and the atmosphere eased a bit.

Qin's mother spoke first, "When is your studio going to be closed?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, it was such a straightforward statement.

"Why do you have to close it?" Qin Qiang paused with her chopsticks, and the fish she just picked up slipped off again. She raised her eyes and looked directly at her mother.

Qin's father pursed his lips, "Eat first, why are you talking about these things?"

Qin Lang also grimaced, "Mom, eat."

But Qin's mother was unwilling. She put down her chopsticks and looked at Qin Qiang expressionlessly, "You have been arguing with the family for so long, and you have been outside for the past two years. If the family does not call you, you will not call home." One, what's the matter, then why are you still coming back now, can't you just pretend that there are no people like us?"

The mother and daughter were equally twisted, and Qin Qiang put down her chopsticks directly. They looked at each other, and she suddenly laughed, "Didn't you call me and ask me to come back?"

Without waiting for Qin's mother to speak, Qin Qiang looked at Qin Lang with obvious sarcasm in her eyes.

Look, I can't come back and I have to come back.

Qin Lang's jaw was tense, and he clenched his teeth. After a while, he calmed down a little, "I'll talk about anything after dinner."

After such a boring meal, before the tableware was cleared away, Qin's mother sat on the sofa and glanced at Qin Qiang.

The corners of Qin Qiang's eyes twitched slightly, the eyes really haven't changed a bit from before.

"I didn't agree with you when you studied photography, but you are stubborn and have reached this point. It's meaningless to say anything else, and I won't say anything else. I will give you one year. The studio is closed, come back to town, and your dad and I will open a photo studio for you, if you like to take pictures, then you can take pictures, but you must not stay in City B."

Qin Qiang sneered, "What if I don't close it?"

"It doesn't matter." Qin's mother said coldly: "Your father and I just pretend that you have never been born as a daughter. What happens to you in the future has nothing to do with us."

Qin Lang stood up abruptly, "Mom!"

She also seemed to realize that what she said was too heavy, she pinched her leg twice with her fingertips, and lowered her voice slightly, "For so many years, I haven't said how capable you are, I just want to Let you be ordinary, you say, what’s wrong with being an elementary school teacher? You have never listened to me since you were a child. If I say one, you must say two. If I say go north, you must go south ,why?"

Qin's mother's eye circles turned red little by little, "Your father and I know where the entertainment industry is. You are a little girl, you can leave as soon as you say, and you don't even have a letter when you go outside. You can travel or do anything." Well, it will be more than half a year after I go out, are you going to piss me off?!"

Qin Qiang was in a daze for a moment, looking at her mother's red eye circles, she was still a little uncomfortable.

This was the first time she had seen her mother cry since she grew up.

In her impression, she should be holding a small bamboo stick, extremely strict, unsmiling and serious enough that even a strand of hair needs its own unique track.

Qin Qiang wanted to speak, but her throat seemed to be blocked by something. After a while, Qin Qiang calmed down and looked at her mother, "Since I was a child, you always hoped that I could grow up according to the track you thought, but I am a person, not a person. Puppet, you can’t do whatever you want.”

"Do you know why I hate my teacher?" Qin Qiang laughed sarcastically, "Because I hate you. You are a teacher. You have taught so many students. You are very patient with your students, but you are very patient with me. Without an iota of patience, you're a great teacher, or at least those of your students think so, but to me, you're a very, very, very failed mother."

"Fucking primary school teacher, shit selling studio, my life, why should I follow your track?"

The mother and daughter looked directly at each other, Qin Lang closed his eyes, pressed Qin Qiang's shoulder, comforted Qin Qiang, and turned to his mother, "Mom, don't you really think you did something wrong?"

"Where did I go wrong? Why did I make a mistake?" Mother Qin's eyes were frightened, "I can't discipline my child, she was not smart since she was a child, her test scores were not as good as yours, she was not as obedient as you, and she has a weird temper—— "

"Enough!!!" Qin Lang growled.

"I've followed the track you want, isn't that enough! Do you have to be unhappy to be happy?!"

Qin Lang's eye circles were slightly red, and the veins on the back of the hand holding Qin Qiang's shoulder were prominent.

Qin Qiang slightly raised her head to look at him, feeling that this life is really fucked up.

It turned out that Qin Lang was not happy either.

Qin's father slammed the chessboard and stood up. His expression didn't look like he was in a state of rage, but the air was inexplicably thinned out, "Is it enough?"

He pointed at Qin Qiang, "I hoped for the stars and the moon, and finally got you back. Are you coming back to be angry with your mother?"

Qin Qiang remained silent, lowered her head, feeling that her vision was a bit blurry, she opened her eyes and tried to make them perpendicular to the ground, then blinked vigorously, trying to let the tears hit the ground directly instead of dripping down her eyes.

What her mother said just now was circulating in Qin Qiang's mind.

She is not smart, disobedient, has a bad temper, and loves to fight. She hasn't finished talking yet, and there must be a bunch of bad descriptions about her.

Perhaps, it was a mistake for her to come back this time. Some of the scabbed scars were torn apart alive again. The horrific exposed wounds were a bit oozing. She was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe.

She suddenly turned around, went back to the room, took down her suitcase, took out a massage device that she bought when she came back, put it on the sofa, and suddenly softened her voice, " Happy birthday, Dad."

Qin Lang seemed to be aware of it, and stretched out his hand to pull her, but Qin Qiang had already stood up straight and opened his lips, "There is no way I will give up at the studio. No one can do what I like and what I want to do." Stop me, you should all know this."

She calmly took out a bank card from the small bag hanging on the box, and put it on the coffee table, "This is 50, and the password is brother's birthday. I will pay back the money you have raised me all these years."

Her throat was a little astringent, she frowned slightly, and continued: "I won't come back from now on."

Qin Lang clenched his fist tightly, and after a while, he still let go.

(End of this chapter)