As soon as he left school, he looked around casually, and it was obvious that his father had not come to pick him up. He couldn't help but think of the past days. He had never spent any energy on any trivial matters before, just study and play happily.

Just now, Huang Hai from the art class asked him if he wanted to sign up for an improvement class.

Of course, he has to report, he has to report. He loves painting and has studied for so long, so he must not give up halfway. However, money is a big problem.

"When will mom come back?"

Zhang Xingxing had almost forgotten that at this time, he had no idea that his mother had existed in his eyes. For him, he was a tool to take care of himself.

Now he no longer remembers his thoughts, at least he refused to admit them, but just thought resentfully - how could there be such an irresponsible mother in the world?

As soon as he walked to the bus stop, a message suddenly came from his phone. Zhang Xingxing looked down and saw that it was his mother.

There is actually an admission notice for the private school in Langya County above.

Zhang Xingxing suddenly showed a strong joy on his face - that was Langya County. According to his teachers, it was the number one art private school in Haicheng.

When Zhang Xingxing took the bus back to "home", he was filled with turmoil along the way.

Dad was actually there, and the clothes on the floor were thrown all over the floor, and there were also a bunch of them on the bed. Zhang Xingxing sat next to him with a straight face, thinking that he was going out for a date again.

Zhang Bin did not ignore his son this time, but instead went over to pick up his son and weighed him: "Son, don't forget to call your mother when you look back, talk to her well, and advise her to come back quickly."

After explaining a few words, Zhang Bin left.

Zhang Xingxing quietly soaked a pack of instant noodles. She sat down and started eating it without waiting for it. However, she rarely calmed down. The anxiety of the previous few days quickly melted the ice and snow.

He thought that his mother couldn't live without him and might be going home in a few days.

Yang Yuying, who was being missed, is now carefully listing Zhang Xingxing's note. This is what the original owner wrote, starting from when Zhang Xingxing was very young.

I saw Zhang Xingxing’s joy of turning over for the first time and walking for the first time. I recorded every grade of my son during school, worked hard to make money, and added new painting tools to my son.

Every move is a mother's heart.

Yang Yuying decided to write it down for the original owner and record every money she spent for Zhang Xingxing.

Why not write it? Now these things will become weapons. As for how these weapons are used and whether they will stab Zhang Xingxing in the end, she doesn't know, but she is very interested.

If Zhang Xingxing becomes an excellent person, has noble character and is filial to his mother, these are the icing memories on the cake.
Chapter completed!