Having found a demon, I've decided to raise her.

The woman said while looking at her phone—

"Today is May 8th, and tomorrow is Mother's Day..."

His tone was casual, as if to say, "I didn't imply anything, I was just saying it casually, don't jump to conclusions."

But he understood clearly, and said—

"...I'll have Mingming call you tomorrow."

"What are you saying? Isn't he a substitute teacher lately? He's very busy. Don't talk nonsense, I was just saying it casually."

Her petite body huddled on the sofa, obscuring her expression.

"..."

This is probably what Mingming often refers to as being arrogant or tsundere? The old Chinese saying goes, "saying one thing but meaning another." He knows his wife misses their son, after all, she didn't come home for the May Day holiday and spent a whole week working outside to earn money.

There's nothing wrong with that. As a college student, gaining social experience is a good thing. You'll graduate in two more years, and having teaching experience will make it easier to apply for teaching positions.

He has a dream that his son will become a teacher.

I get a little excited every time I think about my son standing on the podium.

Far away.

He glanced at his wife, but he didn't believe her words. If he didn't remind his son to come back, who knew if he would see the sun rise tomorrow?

So he sent a text message to his son.

……

The next morning, the woman pushed the man's body and said—

"What time did you go to sleep last night? Did you play chess all night? You got up to buy groceries."

"You can go by yourself today..."

The man covered his head with a blanket.

The woman gritted her teeth and slapped his head with her fair hand. It's always the same; he makes excuses about not being able to sleep and stays up late. No matter what she says, he won't listen. Her son has picked up all his bad habits from him.

Helpless, she got up, put on a black dress, combed her hair, washed up, and set off.

Stepping outside, I glanced at the women's motorcycle that had been in use for over twenty years. It must have reached the end of its life; it had completely given up a while ago.

Everything gets like this when it gets old; it's not just motorcycles, it's people too.

She walked out of the office building in her high-heeled sandals, looking at the sparse crowd around her. There were people exercising in the morning, and busy office workers rushing to work. Even Sundays weren't a day off; the competition was getting fiercer and fiercer.

stomping on...

She walked slowly, occasionally greeting acquaintances she encountered. Suddenly, she caught sight of a young mother walking slowly with her child in the park, and stopped to watch for a while.

The little child walks unsteadily, needing an adult to hold his hand to prevent him from falling; he's clumsy, but also very cute.

She narrowed her eyes slightly.

I really miss it. Mingming used to be like that too, running towards her with a smile. When she got a little older, she would run over calling "Mom!"

Sometimes she would even call Xiaoxiao "Mom," which was quite comical.

When he was little, he needed her to hold his hand; now that he's grown up, it's her turn to let go. It's not that he doesn't understand, it's just...

She watched as the child fell to the ground and started crying until the young mother picked him up, at which point the crying gradually subsided.

She lowered her head and said softly—

"It's really lonely... I'm becoming more and more like an old woman..."

Some of it was self-deprecating.

stomping on...

The footsteps approached slowly, and she only noticed them when they stopped right next to her, turning her head away.

Then he showed a surprised expression.

She saw a tall boy dressed in black, with somewhat long hair, a slightly cold face, but a gentle smile on his face, who said—

"Mom, I'm home."

"You...how did you get back?"

Yun Yi looked at his son in surprise and said—

"Didn't you say you still had classes?"

"I pushed it and forgot what day it was. I almost missed it. Luckily, my dad reminded me in time so I could get back in time."

"That guy..."

Even though he had clearly told his son not to talk about such things, Yun Yi's expression showed slight dissatisfaction, but for his son's sake, he decided to let his father off the hook.

Chen Ming looked down at his mother, whose face was beaming with joy, but his expression was somewhat awkward. He scratched his head and said—

"I was planning to buy some gifts, but I haven't had time yet."

I bumped into my mother who was leaving home.

Yun Yi flashed a bright smile, grabbed his hand, and said—

"What more gifts do you need? What child gives a gift to their mother?"

"I'm not a child anymore. Can't I use my first earnings to buy my mom a gift?"

Chen Ming said with a smile—

"What a coincidence! I just made some money and it's Mother's Day, so I'll buy Mom something. Then I'll be broke for Father's Day next month, so I'll just make Dad some simple egg fried rice."

Wasn't Dad just a freebie with a phone plan? A casual excuse will suffice; the important thing is Mom…

Kidding.

Hearing her son's carefree words, the mother couldn't stop laughing. She reached out and patted his chest, saying—

"How can you talk like that? You have no manners! Who do you take after?"

The answer is obvious: the father is a typical steady man, and Chen Ming's personality can only be like his mother's.

She's asking a question she already knows the answer to.

They pretended to be innocent.

Chen Ming's right hand was enveloped in his mother's delicate, fair hand. He looked around, not seeing the motorcycle, and asked curiously—

"Mom, did you walk out today?"

"Yes, the motorcycle at home broke down, and I haven't taken it to get it repaired yet."

"Is that motorcycle still repairable? Why don't we buy another one? I'll pay for it."

Chen Ming always felt that the family's motorcycle should have been scrapped long ago, and now that his salary should be enough to buy a motorcycle, right?

His mother glanced at him and said with a smile—

"No need, you can use the money you earned yourself."

"Use it when you need to."

"After you buy the motorcycle, will you still have money to buy me gifts? Since you've already asked, I won't be polite."

Knowing that simply arguing with her son would be useless, the mother tried to distract him with other things, having a very good understanding of his personality.

Sure enough, Chen Ming scratched his head and said—

"This……"

Mom smiled, tilted her head slightly, and put her arm around his, saying—

"Okay, you know we're all grown up now and can help Mom and Dad with their work, good boy/girl..."

"..."

The tone clearly shows that he is still treated as a child. Sure enough, everyone is right. No matter how old a child is, they will always be a child in their parents' eyes.

The two walked on and passed a young mother carrying her child as she walked away.

Chen Ming watched the other person walk away.

His mother hugged his arm and said with a smile—

“You used to be held like this by your mother. You only wanted your mother to hold you. If your father tried to hold you, you would cry loudly. You loved your mother the most.”

Chen Ming blinked, sensing something amiss with his mother's words. He looked down at his petite mother and asked—

"What about my sister? Will I cry if she hugs me?"

"..."

The mother paused. Clearly, he also liked it when his sister hugged him, and she wanted to secretly conceal this fact, saying that her son loved her the most… Yes, this was definitely his mother.

He chuckled softly.

His mother glared at him, tugged at his arm, and said—

"My dear son, what holiday is it today? Don't you know you should give way to your mother?"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch... I was wrong."

Chen Ming quickly surrendered. The person he absolutely couldn't offend at home was his mother. He had to admit his mistake to his mother decisively, as for whether he would change his ways afterward, that was another matter.

He changed the subject—

"What do you mean she held me like this when she was young? Mom isn't old now."

"Haha, you're over forty and still not old? You're so good with words, such a sweet tongue. Sigh, why can't you win over a girlfriend even with such a sweet talk? Are girls these days all so shrewd?"

His mother looked at him, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

My son is good-looking, has decent grades, is hardworking, and has a loud mouth, so why doesn't he have a girlfriend?

Chen Ming, on the other hand, pursed his lips.

here we go again……

He looked away and said—

"Perhaps it's just not the right time."