Chapter 101 Crying Like a String

"Let's eat first! Let's eat!" Su Zhenhua has a strong sense of ritual and always shouts this before every meal.

"Don't worry about eating, don't worry about eating, it's made by the chef!" Old Master Su looked at Liao Xu looking at the dishes, feeling both amused and helpless.

“Hahahahahahaha…”

The whole family laughed and talked happily.

Before Liao Xu even started eating, the Su family had already started.

"Xuxu, give me a piece of braised pork."

"Xuxu, eat this."

"Xuxu, this is a Chinese specialty, white-cut chicken. Give me a big chicken drumstick!"

"Xuxu, try this pickled fish, not the one made by the old man!"

"Sister, this, this, this!"

"Xuxu, there's also this!"

"Teacher Liao, happy birthday." Su Haoran also picked up a chicken wing and gave it to Liao Xu. The warm light shone on his face, gentle and sincere.

Liao Xu looked at the pile of vegetables in the bowl, which was so full that it was about to overflow. Her heart was also filled up like the bowl.

Su Haoran was tucking into the rice in his bowl with a smile on his face. Ever since he grabbed a seat next to Liao Xu and sat down, his smile had never fallen. This was the happiest and most satisfying birthday he had ever had since he grew up.

Suddenly, another chicken drumstick appeared in his bowl.

Then, the braised pork...this one, that one, which had appeared in Liao Xu's bowl, all appeared in his bowl exactly the same, without any difference.

Finally, there was also a chicken wing. Looking along the chopsticks, it was Liaoxu.

"Happy birthday, brother."

Su Haoran held the bowl carefully, as if he was holding some treasure. He lowered his head and did not look at Liao Xu.

"Thanks!"

Su Haoran ate very quickly, taking big mouthfuls. In a short while, he had eaten most of the food that had piled up like a small mountain.

The food was squeezed into his mouth, and he puffed out his cheeks, looking silly and cute, just like when he was a child, stubborn.

"Xiao Ran..."

Everyone noticed this unusual thing.

But they all tacitly agreed not to say anything else.

Su Haoran still held the bowl and ate quickly, and the food in the bowl was almost empty.

Finally, "Tick!"

There was an extra drop in the bowl that didn't belong there.

Later, more and more.

The rice in the bowl was soaked.

An Yarou was sitting next to Su Haoran. She saw it most clearly, and everyone around her could see it clearly too.

The taciturn child still kept his head down, picking at the rice in the bowl, but he couldn't stop his tears, which silently slid down his cheeks and flowed into the bowl.

He seemed to want to pretend that nothing had happened, and deliberately moved the bowl closer to his face, like trying to cover his ears while stealing a bell.

"Xiao Ran, Mom is sorry for you, Xiao Chen, and Xu Xu. Mom is sorry for you, sorry..."

An Yarou finally couldn't help it.

She stood up and stopped Su Haoran's actions, fearing that he would lose control and choke herself.

She hugged Su Haoran, tears streaming down her face.

Su Haochen was sitting on the other side of Liao Xu. His eyes were evasive and moist, but he could now control his emotions well and would not lose his composure.

Su Haomiao stopped being funny and fell silent.

As a mother, Lin Jian understood the situation. She looked at Su Haoran, then at her son Su Haomiao, and turned around to wipe away her tears.

Su Zhenhua hesitated to speak, at a loss, with a worried look on his face.

Old Master Su slumped down dejectedly. He looked around at his grandchildren and took a deep breath.

If we talk about the real culprit of the Su family, Old Master Su has always believed that it is himself, so his persistence in finding Liao Xu is no less than Su Zhenye and others.

He always felt guilty and thought that it was him who let the wolf into the house.

Su Zhenye walked over to An Yarou and patted her on the back.

Then he turned around and spoke to the children.

"Child, it's mom and dad's fault. We're sorry for you."

Su Zhenye took a deep breath and continued. If you listened carefully, you could see a hint of tears in his voice, but he still maintained a serious expression.

"Don't hate your mother, don't blame her, it's all my fault. I made her raise Su Jinan, it's my fault that she no longer has the energy to be a good mother, it's my fault that she became so weird... It's all my fault! We were scared, scared that something might happen to Xuxu, scared that what that idiot said was true, and we were idiots too, we believed it..."

He spoke faster and faster, laughing at himself. His laughter was so sad that it made people feel cold.

"Your mother has endured so much hardship, she's living a life worse than death. We really want to be normal parents, like we used to, patiently educating you and accompanying you as you grow up. But... it's so hard, so hard. We really can't do it, we can't!"

The crying tone became more and more obvious, and the sound was not very strong, almost shouting.

"We searched desperately, searched desperately, no matter who lost it, we would search desperately.

Do you know that when Xuxu was just lost, your mother couldn't sleep all night long and had to run to Xiaochen and Xiaoran's room many times a night just to make sure you were still there.

We were almost going crazy at that time. The only thing we could do was to ensure that Xiaochen and Xiaoran were healthy and grew up normally. We really couldn't do anything else and couldn't do it well.

Losing a child can really make people devastated and desperate!"

Anyarou raised her head and tried to hold back her tears, her body shaking constantly. Her crying was like a string, and once the string broke, the tears could not be stopped.

As Su Zhenye spoke, he became out of breath.

The past is like a mountain, making it hard to breathe.