Song's mother could only let the matter go. If she didn't want to tell him, then she wouldn't tell him. Anyway, she would find out slowly in the future. However, what concerned her most was Song Qingmo's 16th birthday. Song Qingmo had always celebrated his 16th birthday with them in previous years. This year, Song's mother wanted him to invite new classmates to her house to celebrate his birthday with him. As for the banquets between wealthy families, that was unnecessary. After all, she knew her son's character and that he liked quietness. If those people came, he would definitely get angry.
Song's mother also wanted to take this opportunity to help Song Qingmo build good relationships in the class. If he made more friends, his son would definitely be happier.
Song's mother secretly made up her mind about this matter. Song Qingmo had been extremely busy these past few days because after military training, he had to go back to the company to help his father with chores. Normally, his father was a kind and loving father at home, but now at the company, he was completely ruthless with Song Qingmo, ordering him around. Sometimes, he'd even pull out a document and ask Song Qingmo to explain the intricacies and feasibility of the plan. Song Qingmo was also very capable, quickly pointing out the loopholes in the plans, the legal reasons why the location wasn't feasible, or the fact that it was too remote to be profitable. His analysis was very clear and logical, and Song's father was very pleased with him. He put the documents away and nodded at Song Qingmo.
Soon, with his life going back and forth between home, school and company, Song Qingmo almost forgot about Mu Hengshi until his 16th birthday.
Song Qingmo returned from work, preparing to bake a cake and longevity noodles, but when he opened the door, he found his home filled with classmates. Song Qingmo was stunned. Where did all these people come from? But since they were all his classmates, he didn't lose his temper. He simply tightened his grip, then loosened it again, and finally loosened it again, a tired smile on his face.
He stiffly turned his head towards the door, looking at Mother Song, who was holding a small ribbon and shouting, "Xiao Mo, surprise?" Song Qingmo stared at his mother with a fake smile on his face, and said with a look of disappointment and gnashing teeth, "What do you think?"
Song's mother had noticed that Song Qingmo's tone was not right. Thinking that she hadn't informed him yet, she quickly said to the classmates, "You guys can play in the living room for a while. I'll tell Xiaomo about the surprise. I'll take him upstairs to see it first."
Song's mother closed the door to Song Qingmo's room and said to him, "Son, listen to my explanation. I just want you to make more friends so that you don't have to go to school or live alone all the time in the future. That's not good..."
"Oh, I see." Song Qingmo didn't even look at his mother when he said this. He lowered his fingertips and shook hands with his hands in his pockets. He stood there with an unhappy look on his face and didn't say anything more. However, it was visibly seen that his son's face had fallen. He was afraid that he would not be in a good mood on this birthday today.
Song Qingmo wanted to stay in his room and didn't want to go downstairs. He raised his head and said to his mother, "You guys can celebrate this birthday by yourselves. I want to stay in my room." Song's mother also realized that she had done something wrong this time and didn't dare to ask Song Qingmo to do anything, so she had to go downstairs by herself.
"Tsk, so annoying." After seeing his mother off, Song Qingmo finally lost control of his expression. His face turned very ugly, and his body was shaking as if stimulated by something. It can be seen that Song Qingmo was trying very hard to hold back his tears.
Song Qingmo suffers from personality communication disorder and affective deficiency disorder. He is usually polite to people outside, but if someone is invited or comes to his home without his permission, he will get angry and feel very uncomfortable. He wants to kick those people out immediately, and he can't control his expression at that time. So now he doesn't want to go down and spoil those people's fun and scare them. Song Qingmo is in his room with a pen, poking on the paper, and pinching his own hands to relieve the hostility emanating from him and make himself less painful.
Of course, Song Qingmo had been hiding these things from his parents over the years. They only knew that Song Qingmo had a cold personality and was unwilling to make friends with others, but they did not realize that Song Qingmo was actually ill. However, Song Qingmo was also very resistant to seeking treatment and just endured it because he felt that loneliness was not bad. After all, Song Qingmo was very afraid of trouble. He was afraid that he would make friends with too many unnecessary people in life, and then he would be controlled by those people's shackles, which would entangle him and form a cage.
In his home, he would not invite anyone else to his own territory, nor did he want anyone invited by Song's mother and others without reason to be his guest. This was Song Qingmo's bottom line. It was obvious that Song's mother had touched his bottom line, but he could only go crazy there alone, like a madman.
Song Qingmo took his brush and began to paint slowly. Only in this way could he calm down. As he painted, a cute Q-version boy appeared. Although Song Qingmo was feeling upset and the veins on his hands were bulging, he still drew a smile on the boy's face. As Song Qingmo looked at the boy's smiling face in the painting, his anger gradually dissipated.
In the years of extreme loneliness, besides the company of his father and mother, the most important thing to him was his paintings. Mu Heng would always stand by them. These paintings were like his family, accompanying Song Qingmo for more than a dozen years.
Unlike the repressed and distorted paintings of other people with different mentalities, Song Qingmo's paintings are refreshing and sunny. Song Qingmo thinks he may be ill, but he doesn't think it's a disease, just like every patient would say.
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