The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

After eating, it was dark.

Xia Beiqing circled Shen Zhiyu into his arms, and then lay on the sofa to watch a movie.

He lowered his head, bit Shen Zhiyu’s earlobe, and suddenly said, "Mr. Shen, do you know why I hate English?"

Shen Zhiyu was leaning against Xia Beiqing's chest and turned his head to look at him: "Why? Are you bothering about it?"

"No, my English was good when I was a kid!" The boy's tone was showing off, and soon, his voice dropped again: "When I was ten years old, I had a tutor, and my mother was always sick at that time and would stay there for half a year. In the hospital, she taught me English and took care of me like a mother. I like her very much and respect her very much. Oh, by the way, she has the same surname as you, Shen."

Shen Zhiyu's back was slightly stiff, his pupils behind the lenses shook, and his lips squirmed twice, but he couldn't speak.

"But one day..." Xia Beiqing put his forehead on his shoulder, and his voice was dull, a little trembling: "One day, I found out that she and my father had an affair in the study, ridiculous? It turns out that she just took care of me. In order to please my dad, just to take the place of my mother, it was... disgusting! I ran back to the room and tore up the English books and English test papers, all clean, and since then, I have never studied English again. , I can’t wait to pour out all the words in my head!"

Shen Zhiyu could clearly feel that the boy hugged him harder and harder, as if trying to endure something.

"Later, when I went to see my mother in the hospital, my mother didn’t know anything. She asked me why Dad didn’t come to see her. I could only make up a lie and said Dad was too busy. I still remember, my mother looked out the window. I look forward to my father showing up when the peach blossoms are in full bloom. That night, my mother died. She could not wait for the peach blossoms to bloom, nor did she wait for the father. At that time...what was my father doing?" Xia Beiqing suddenly overflowed with a few low voices. Laughing, the laughter is full of irony and bitterness: "My father, I'm traveling with his lover everywhere..."

Shen Zhiyu pressed his thin lips tightly. He couldn't even say a word of comfort. He sat up slightly, hugged Xia Beiqin's head, stroking it with his hands one after another, moving cautiously.

Xia Beiqing buried his head in his neck, like a wounded little beast, pitiful and aggrieved: "Actually, what I feel most sad about is not that my father didn't love my mother, but that he loved her mother. So, even grandpa No matter how uncle they objected, my mother relentlessly married my father. My father used to be so good to my mother. He prepared gifts carefully every holiday and never said a serious thing to his mother. However, he cheated. Teacher Shen, what about loving someone? Would you say that when you change your heart, you change your heart?"

Shen Zhiyu pressed against his head and nudged twice: "Maybe... the love is not firm enough."

"Later, I broke up with my family and ran to live at my uncle's house. My uncle was very strict with me. If I was naughty and didn't study well, he would kick me out. At first I thought he was just saying Said, until the sixth grade, I fought with my classmates, and it turned out..." Xia Beiqing suddenly raised his head, rubbed the tears from his tears, and said angrily, "As a result, he really kicked me out. It was still raining at night. I was alone on the street. I had no money and didn’t know where to go. I just carried it all night. The next day, I ran back in grief and sweared by him that I will be obedient in the future. ."