I don't know how much time passed, but there was a banging sound coming from far and near.
It seems... someone is playing basketball.
"Bang...bang...bang bang bang!"
The rhythm is very chaotic, and from the sound, it should be that of a child.
He Jinchao opened his eyes curiously and looked in the direction of the sound.
I saw a dark basketball court, with only a beam of light hitting the basketball board, illuminating a little boy holding a huge basketball underneath.
The boy was about four or five years old, with immature features, but a touch of sadness between his brows.
He Jinchao was a little curious.
How can such a young child have any troubles?
He couldn't help but curl his thin lips and smile helplessly.
At this moment, a man who looked like a housekeeper ran over from the darkness, took the little boy's hand and said, "Young Master, why are you here alone? If Madam knew about it, how worried she would be!"
The little boy continued to shoot the basketball nonchalantly, "Mom doesn't care about me. Mom is going to divorce dad and leave me."
"This..." The butler's expression froze, as if he was unwilling to bring up this topic, and then said, "Young Master, these are not what you should be thinking about. It's time to learn English, so let's go back quickly. It's too late, Madam.
Not happy!"
The little boy reluctantly glanced at the basketball in his hand, and finally threw the basketball without saying anything, turned around and walked towards the darkness.
The thrown basketball bounced on the ground a few times, and finally rolled to He Jinzhao's feet.
He lowered his head and looked at the ball for a moment, then leaned over to pick it up, tapped it twice, and threw it towards the tall basketball hoop.
"Clang."
The ball went in.
But he didn't even look at it, turned around and followed the little boy.
By this time, He Jinchao had already seen that, wasn't that little boy his former self?
The appearance looks somewhat similar, but the most important thing is the innate indifference and alienation, which seems to have been engraved in the bone marrow.
After two or three steps into the darkness, the basketball court behind him disappeared.
It was replaced by the living room of a villa.
The little boy was led in by the housekeeper, and there was a young woman dressed elegantly sitting beside the sofa.
"Madam, the young master is back." the housekeeper said.
The young lady didn't even look at the little boy. She flipped through the newspaper in her hand with one hand and took a sip from the tea cup in front of her with the other hand.
"Go to class."
These four short words represent her greatest patience for her biological son.
The little boy just looked at his mother, neither saying that he wanted her to hug him nor crying. After hearing these words, he turned around and left faster than the housekeeper.
The housekeeper was startled, then quickly followed, "Young Master..."
From the beginning to the end, the young woman did not raise her eyes to look at the child.
He Jinchao next to him watched this scene, his heart still silent, but he glanced at the young woman again after the little boy left.
That is his biological mother.
Ever since he could remember, his mother had not shown much enthusiasm and love for him.
Ninety percent of the time, I am so indifferent.
At first, he thought it was because he was playful and didn't study hard, which made his mother unhappy, so he treated himself like this.
So he no longer looked forward to the days of playing, and studied day and night. At the age of only seven, he was already proficient in five languages, won the International Mathematical Olympiad, and won the national skiing championship.
There are countless awards like this.
Every time grandma saw these certificates, she would hug him and praise him for a long time.
When he came to his mother with these certificates of award, he only received a faint sentence from her, "Yes."
There is always only one word.
There was no praise, not even a word of encouragement.
Only later did he realize that his mother simply didn't like him.
Days like this lasted until the eve of his eighth birthday.
My father, who never left home, finally came back. He had a big fight with his mother and smashed everything in the house.
At a young age, he hid behind the door, not crying, but just watching quietly.
My father's rage, the throbbing veins on his forehead, and my mother's unstoppable tears...
This image was deeply imprinted on his childhood.
He seemed to suddenly understand that there was no happiness in this world.
He has never been loved either...
The mother hated the father, and she also hated him.
Early the next morning, his mother went into the kitchen for the first time, cooked a bowl of noodles for him with her own hands, and touched his head with a smile, asking him to eat more.
He didn't say a word, but he ate all the noodles and even the soup.
After that, my mother got her wish and divorced my father and went abroad.
On the day she left, she took nothing with her, including him.
When leaving, she only said one sentence, "Today, you are the son of the He family, I can't take you away. Don't hate mom, okay?"
After saying that, she pressed a kiss on his forehead, turned around and got into the car without looking back.
He still remembers that it was a white convertible car, a Porsche.
As an adult, he, like all men, loves cars.
He has driven all kinds of cars, but never a Porsche.
Childhood memories can sometimes be rooted deep in memory.
The fear I had at that time may not be something I can overcome when I grow up.
The obsession I had at that time cannot be given up even when I grow up.
He has had such an indifferent temperament since he was a child, so He Jinchao feels that is the right thing to do...
Perhaps everyone's family, and their parents, have also spent their time in quarrels or cold violence.
The reason why he did not reject Fang Tang's approach and tolerated her in every possible way was because once Fang Tang cooked him a bowl of noodles.
The taste is so similar to what his mother cooked for him back then.
Even Sugar Cube doesn’t know about this…
She only felt that He Jinchao's pampering of her was the result of his deep love for her.
As everyone knows, this has nothing to do with love at all.
She just touched the softest place in He Jinchao's heart.
He Jinchao has never thought about marrying her, it can even be said that he has never thought about getting married.
The shadows of his childhood filled his mind, and he always felt that marriage was terrible and full of quarrels...
Until I met Xiao Muyu.
That girl who forcefully broke into his world...
She is innocent, cute and enthusiastic, like a little sun, illuminating the darkest corner of his heart.
Therefore, when she expressed that she wanted to have a family, he gritted his teeth and overcame it no matter how uncomfortable it was.
He wanted to give her a home.
Can……
It’s hard to explain, maybe life is just reincarnation after reincarnation.
After getting married, he unconsciously continued what his father had done...