Yao Mingyuan thought he would be living in a dormitory like an ordinary student, and he felt both happy and scared.

I'm happy that he is finally going to experience real collective life, the kind where they eat, live and study together.

He is afraid because he thinks his personality is not likable and whether his classmates will like him.

Will he be able to make friends at school?

Huang Yan asked several parents of boys in the same dormitory how their children studied.

Of course, it was impossible for the parents to tell Huang Yan their real study method. They could only say that they worked very hard from morning till night to get her to study. However, she took it seriously.

While Yao Mingyuan was back in class for a meeting, Huang Yan was frantically looking for a house nearby.

Because she arrived late, those who wanted to rent a house outside had already come and found a house in advance, so she didn't find any good house after several days.

Yao Mingyuan has been living in the dormitory these days.

He immediately fell in love with the feeling of living in the dormitory. Everyone was of the same age and it seemed like they had endless topics to talk about.

Even though he had never heard of many things and couldn't join in, it still didn't stop him from feeling novel and excited.

Several boys in the dormitory thought that Yao Mingyuan was handsome, but a little taciturn. However, as long as they talked to him, they would definitely get a response.

Just when he thought he was about to have a good brother, Huang Yan suddenly called.

She found a house and asked Yao Mingyuan to move in immediately.

Yao Mingyuan thought about the days he had spent in the dormitory these days. The kind of mental relaxation he had experienced was something he had never experienced before.

But now, this sudden phone call from his mother shattered all his dreams.

Yao Mingyuan couldn't help but raise a rebuttal, but was ruthlessly suppressed by Huang Yan again.

As usual, they talked about how difficult it was for them and how much hardship they had endured over the years to raise their child.

She said she thought she was about to get through it, but her son was now rebelling against her over a trivial matter, which made her very sad.

Yao Mingyuan looked at the white hair on his mother's temples, and his shoulders suddenly slumped.

It's like this again.

He knew that his mother's life was really not easy, but he felt more and more suffocated by being told these things over and over again every day.

Once again, he chose to compromise and agreed to move out.

For the next three years, Yao Mingyuan lived with his mother in a rented house near the school.

While he went to class during the day, Huang Yan cleaned the room and cooked at home. She spent the rest of her free time doing handicrafts.

Through someone's introduction, she started sewing baseballs at home. It was a hard-earned income from manual work, and she was paid by the number of pieces. Huang Yan often had cervical pain from bending her head for long periods of time every day, and she couldn't lift her head.

Yao Mingyuan once advised his mother not to do this, saying that he could live in the dormitory and the food in the cafeteria was also delicious.

But Huang Yan rejected them all and told him again and again.

All the hardships I endured were for Yao Mingyuan, so that he could have a good future.

Every time Yao Mingyuan finished listening, his back would bend a little more.

His father's high hopes, his mother's expectations, and the words of gratitude that he should repay her for her hope that she would become a successful person, all turned into bags of mud and sand, weighing him down and making it hard for him to breathe.

But he didn't know who to tell these words to.

If I tell my mother about this, she will definitely call myself an ungrateful person. She saved money to support this college student, but in the end, he complained that I did too much!

If I tell my father about this, he will say that all these problems were caused by my mother, and that I should try to communicate with her and not think too much about it, as it would only waste my study time.

He wanted to tell his friends, but when Yao Mingyuan took out his cell phone and looked at it, he found that he had no friends.

How ridiculous! He has lived for more than 20 years and doesn't even have a single friend.

Thinking of this, he became more and more fed up with this world.

But when he thought of his father and mother's cultivation over the years, he felt annoyed but had to endure it, otherwise they would have worked hard for half their lives and he would have nothing to give back to them.

So Yao Mingyuan lingered on in daily boredom with the world and self-loathing until he graduated from university and was admitted to graduate school.

At this time, Huang Yan finally felt that her son was surrounded by outstanding talents, and he himself had the ability to distinguish right from wrong, so he could make friends freely.

So he returned to Qingping with a heart full of reluctance to leave his son.

But I still don't forget to call my son every day to ask him what he had for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and who he met and what he did today.

At this time, Yao Mingyuan suddenly realized that he was almost 30 years old, and there was no one around him, let alone friends, or even anyone with whom he could talk for a few minutes.

He was like a person wandering outside the world, and even felt that his soul had left his body. Every day he watched his body coming and going like a zombie.

The expression on his face was like a zombie, and he even forgot what it felt like to be happy.

Finally, one day Yao Mingyuan got tired of this kind of life.

When he left that day, he took away the highly toxic potassium cyanide from the laboratory. After returning to his rental house, he put on some decent clothes, and then slowly drank the red wine mixed with potassium cyanide as if he was savoring his short life.

Yao Mingyuan leaned on the sofa, feeling the severe pain in his abdomen, but a smile of relief slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Finally, he can finally leave this world. He is so tired, so tired.

Now, he was completely relieved.

Huang Yan, who lives far away in Qingping, has just found a job as a stocker in a supermarket. Her husband almost never comes home anymore, but it doesn't matter because she still has her son.

Her son is her hope for a happy life in the future. As for her husband, let him not come back!

With this beautiful vision of the future, Huang Yan felt particularly motivated to go to work every day, until she suddenly received a call from the Beijing Public Security Bureau.

"You are Yao Mingyuan's mother, right? He committed suicide by taking poison. I hope you can come to the Beijing Public Security Bureau as soon as possible."

Huang Yan thought she was being scammed, but the person clearly told her son's name and didn't ask her for a penny.

She was a little dazed and not sure if she had heard it wrong, so she checked with the other party again and again.

When the person on the other end said her son's name again, Huang Yan felt as if she was having a relapse.

Because she suddenly felt that everything in front of her eyes was dark and there was no sound in her ears.

The whole world was spinning, and it took her a while to regain her sight. She also began to hear sounds.

Huang Yan didn't bother to ask for leave, she rushed out of the supermarket.

She even forgot that she needed to take the high-speed rail to go to Beijing. She just relied on her own two legs and ran madly towards Beijing.

Later, someone found her on the highway and reported the case, and Huang Yan was taken away by the Qingping police.

"I'm going to Jing City!"

"I want to find my son!"

"He's still waiting for me!"

When the people from Qingping Public Security Bureau figured out what was going on, they couldn't help but feel sympathy for the gray-haired woman.