LIGHTNOVELONLINE Chapter 97 Late Night Stories
Late at night, Shimao Sheshan Manor, the magical city.
After Su Yang rewarded her several times in Jiang Yao's boudoir,
I wrapped her up in a quilt, took a cigarette, and walked out of the balcony, wanting to smoke a cigarette.
The cool night air reduced the summer heat to an acceptable level.
Outside the balcony, the small wall lamps on the wall of the villa are still on, so that the palace-like manor villa still pours out the light and shadow of the building in the dark night, and it will not become dark.
This palace-style manor villa owned by my mother is indeed breathtaking.
Not only does it monopolize the largest island in Moon Lake, but it is also located among green mountains and green waters.
It's like completely isolating the outside city, with absolute privacy, you can enjoy a moment of tranquility in nature.
Only with the financial resources of my mother's parents can I build such an elegant and magnificent single-family manor villa in the magic city where every inch of gold and land is expensive.
As soon as Su Yang lit his cigarette, he turned his head inadvertently, and saw on the balcony next door, a plump figure sitting on a wooden bench and turning his head sideways, looking at him tenderly.
"Mom, are you still asleep?"
Su Yang was taken aback for a moment, and through the cold moonlight and the wall lamp, he could clearly see his mother wearing a bathrobe at a glance.
"Well, come and sit with mom for a while?"
Yang Yingyu smiled, raised Yubai's little hand, and beckoned at him.
Su Yang put out the cigarette in the ashtray, pushed open the wrought iron gate separating the two balconies, and walked over.
"Mom, what's on your mind?"
Su Yang sat down on the chair next to his mother, and looked at her expression curiously.
The night wind blew through the leaves of the hedge, rustling, and Yang Yingyu's hair. A few strands of blue hair on the side of her oval face danced in the night wind, her eyes were magnificent and beautiful, tender as water.
"What can I worry about? It's just that I'm used to going to bed late." Yang Yingyu was dressed in a white bathrobe, which gave her a little more of the gentleness of IKEA, and said with a quiet temperament.
As she spoke, she picked up the red wine glass holder in front of her with her little hand, took out a crystal goblet, and poured half a glass of red wine for her son.
It was only then that Su Yang saw that a small glass of red wine was placed in front of her mother, obviously she was drinking here alone just now.
Such an environment somehow made him feel that his mother was a little lonely.
"Mom, you seem to drink some red wine before going to bed at night?"
Su Yang recalled that these days when his mother stayed overnight in his villa, it seemed that they would bring a bottle of red wine and a goblet back to the room.
I didn't pay much attention to these things before, but now that I saw her drinking on the balcony late at night, I realized that she seemed to be like this all the time.
"This is a habit I have developed over the years. When the night is quiet, people will think of many things. Only alcohol can anesthetize my nerves and sleep peacefully." Yang Yingyu took a sip of red wine, keeping her eyes on her son, The smile is faint.
But Su Yang could feel her mother's sadness these years from her eyes.
Yes, when I was young, I would often think of the dead mother that my father said, and when I grow up, I will gradually get used to the existence of no mother.
And what about Yang Yingyu? How could she forget him?
"Mom, the wind is free, and so are you. I have grown up and can become a safe haven for my mother." Su Yang did not mention the past, but smiled, and took a sip of red wine with his mother .
"Will Yang'er stay with her mother all the time?" Yang Yingyu rested her arms on the cool wooden table, her eyes fixed on her son's.
She used to feel that her life seemed meaningless, but since she found her own son.
Only then did she feel that her life had become meaningful, and everything she did had meaning.
She made a wish to the moonlight in her heart, hoping that her son would always be by her side.
"Of course I will. Just like I said today, my home is where my mother is. I want to stay with my mother all my life." Su Yang smiled sincerely.
Yang Yingyu looked at her son's bright smiling face, her heart beat in waves, she pondered for a few seconds, and murmured an inexplicable sentence: "Tonight we are moonlighting together, and in this life we will grow together."
"What?" Su Yang didn't hear clearly.
"Yang'er, mom wants to show you something." Yang Yingyu smiled softly, reached out and took her son's arm, and walked into her room.
Su Yang was a little curious and followed her mother, across the balcony, through her fragrant and luxurious room, and then came out of the room door.
Walked into a luxurious study on the opposite side.
This study room is very unique, with several rows of bookshelves on one side like a small library.
In the middle is a desk with some four treasures of the study on it, and the walls are covered with various calligraphy and paintings.
On the other side are more than twenty rows of glass curtain walls, which are covered with various sunflower specimens. The lights shine down through the glass, like pieces of fresh sunflowers growing in the morning sun.
"Mom, is this?" Su Yang looked at the numerous sunflower specimens of various colors neatly arranged on the wall.
Did he remember that he didn't send so many sunflower specimens to his mother?
Ever since he last heard Jiang Yao say that his mother liked specimens, he would always bring a sunflower specimen to his mother whenever he went home.
But, even so, the total of all the gifts you give is less than ten yuan, right?
"Yang'er, actually you may not know that your name was given to you by your mother. Not only because it has the same pronunciation with the word "Yang", it also means that your mother wants you to be shrouded in the sun all your life, always bright and bright. Bright and warm." Yang Yingyu's voice was soft and she looked at her son with an elegant smile.
Only then did Su Yang realize that his name had such an origin. Fortunately, his father did not change his name.
Maybe my father thought that the faked death was enough to cover up all traces. Anyway, there were countless people with the same name across the country.
"What about the sunflower specimen on the glass wall?" Su Yang vaguely thought of something, but still asked his mother.
"Is it Yaoyao who told you before that I like resin specimens?"
Yang Yingyu raised her eyes and looked at the purple-red sunflower specimen in the middle of the first glass wall.
It was the handmade plant specimen that her son gave her for the first time.
"Yeah." Su Yang nodded. At that time, he wanted to give his mother a gift, but didn't know what to give, so he asked Sister Yaoyao.
Jiang Yao told him at that time that her mother liked resin specimens because she liked to preserve them for eternity, and she specifically said she preferred flower specimens.
Yang Yingyu smiled softly and said: "Actually, my mother has always had a hobby of collecting sunflower specimens over the years. I regard sunflowers as my yang, and every time I dream of you, I make a specimen and treat the moment as eternity!"
All the remains on the wreckage of the plane were melted by the high temperature of the explosion, leaving only some relics scattered nearby. Therefore, this wall of specimens facing the sunflowers is the only remaining place for my heart.
Unknowingly, twenty-one rows of glass walls have been hung, which also represents the number of times I dream about you every year. "
Su Yang listened to her mother's words and looked at the rows of more than hundreds of sunflower specimens!
It turns out that this is the hopeless love his mother has had for him all these years!
No wonder when he asked Jiang Yao about his mother's hobbies, he felt like Sister Yaoyao was pulling him, making him choose to make a sunflower specimen for his mother.
Yang Yingyu looked away from the purple-red sunflower specimen, her phoenix eyes filled with tears, looking at Su Yang tenderly.
"Yang'er, do you know how excited my mother was when she saw you giving me a sunflower specimen? You and your mother are completely inseparable... I chose a sunflower specimen to express my longing for you, and you also I chose the sunflower to give it to me on behalf of myself."
"Mom, I will be your sunflower from now on. You don't have to look at this sunflower wall to express your inner depression in the dead of night." Su Yang looked at her mother who looked fragile with her back to the glass walls. My lord said distressedly.
"Yang'er, mom really can't live without you... 嘤嘤嘤..."
Yang Yingyu threw herself into her son's arms and cried loudly, venting the gloomy past that was evoked by the wall of sunflower specimens...
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