Top Ten Good Mothers in Quick Transmigration Chapter 437: : A strong mother for you (eight)

It was almost time for class, Xu Qingan wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and put the certificate and papers into her schoolbag.

Not long after, the piano sounded, saying that music can reflect the mood of the performer, but Xu Qingan's mood is not very good.

He was frightened and kept thinking about how to face his mother when he got home, so much so that he made mistakes when he was playing the piano.

"It's okay, An An, let's take our time. If we make a mistake, we can try a few more times." Xu Qing'an was taught to play the piano by a young and gentle female teacher. Sound comfort.

Xu Qingan raised her head, looked at the teacher, pursed her lips, and nodded.

Actually, he was a little scared.

My mother will ask the teachers of each course about his learning progress every few days. Once the teacher reports that he has not studied well or is not paying attention, his mother will reprimand him.

"An'an, mother works so hard to make money, just to train you three to become talents. Studying is the best way out for you, you know?"

"An'an, mom doesn't want to force you, but mom is doing it for your own good. The competition in society is so fierce now that it is difficult for many college students to find a job. If you have one more skill, you will be able to suffer less in the future."

"Look at other people's homes, they have good grades, they are good at everything, and they are so obedient. What about you, I just want you to learn more classes, and you will be tired. I'm not doing it for your own good, no For your own good, why am I working so hard to make money? As a woman, I want to raise you three children, is it easy for me? I worked so hard, but in the end, what did I get in exchange for? Is it your resentment?"

"An'an, you have to remember, I am your mother, and my mother loves you, for your own good, and will never harm you."

Xu Qing'an still remembers those words, because they will be repeated in his ears every once in a while.

Xu Qing'an couldn't remember how old he was when he heard these words, it seems that he started to understand.

He is twelve years old, and he is still a fifth grade student. Most of the other classmates are ignorant, but he is very precocious, not only him, but also his sister and brother.

Xu Qing'an wants to be a good child in his mother's heart, and hopes to be her mother's pride. Since he was a child, his mother has arranged his life fully. He is like a young sapling, following the direction his mother arranged for him to grow.

But sometimes, he really wants to say that the sunshine and rain that his mother gave him, too much, added to him, really made him very tired, and his chest was stuffy. It's hard to breathe.

Sometimes, he wants to say, Mom, can you love me less.

But he can't.

He still remembers that his mother sometimes hugged him and cried, talking about how others looked down on her as a single mother, and talking about her failure, which is why she failed to keep her husband.

Her husband has left her, and if her children leave her, she will definitely break down.

Xu Qing'an knew that he couldn't blame his mother, because his mother loved him and she was doing it for his own good.

He only felt that the road ahead seemed to be shrouded in a layer of smoke. He couldn't see clearly, and maybe he couldn't see clearly. He could only be led by his mother. As for where he would go, he didn't know. Dazed, uneasy, unable to break free, and unable to break free.