This is my mother's first time to come to his dream after her death. My mother's soft voice seems to reverberate in my ears.

Everyone has the right to pursue happiness. We should look forward to it when we are alive.

What on earth should he do?

Once, his sister-in-law gave him a choice, but his mother told him that it was never a multiple-choice question.

Xia Beiqing opens the drawer in a panic and takes out a bunch of photos. The photos are scattered on the bed, all of which are Shen Zhiyu's figures.

He reached out and touched the person in the photo. Then he hugged the photo and held it tightly in his arms, just like he once held Mr. Shen.

Shuo Guo.

On Friday night, Shen Zhiyu went to the supermarket. He took out a list of daily necessities that his family lacked. He pushed the shopping cart to the ingredients area and caught a glimpse of the steak that was being offered. He froze.

In the past, Xia Beiqing liked to eat steak very much. He knew that with his family background, he should eat the best fresh steak. Maybe he could only afford the packaged steak in the supermarket and take it home to fry it himself.

Xia Beiqing never disliked it, and even enjoyed it. For a while, he pestered himself almost every day to buy a steak and fry it at home, as if he would never get tired of it.

wait!

Why do you think of those things again?

Shen Zhiyu's thoughts were forced back, and he shook his head. It seemed that he wanted to shake off those memories as well.

Buy good things, come out from the supermarket, Shen Zhiyu received a call from Wei Heng.

"I said I would invite you to dinner last time. Are you free tomorrow evening? I made a reservation in the restaurant. "

Shen Zhiyu put things in the trunk: "when you are free, just buy some dishes and eat them at home. You don't have to spend so much."

Wei Heng's laughter is bright: "Hi! I don't know how to cook. All the time, I always let the pudding rub your dinner. If it doesn't cost, it's still affordable. It's just an ordinary restaurant. Don't give up. "

The voice of soft glutinous pudding came from the other end of the phone: "Mr. Shen... Have dinner..."

Shen Zhiyu bent his lips: "how can he dislike it? I'll see you tomorrow night

Wei Heng's voice suddenly raised a few points: "good! I'll send you the address of the restaurant! "

Hang up the phone, and then received a text message from Wei Heng, the content is a series of detailed addresses, not far from his residence.

Shen Zhiyu put his mobile phone into his pocket, got on the bus and left the parking lot of the supermarket.

A crescent moon was hanging in the sky, and the street lights were flashing. When Shen Zhiyu went back to xiaoyanglou, he turned off the car, took out the trunk, entered the password and opened the door.

Entering the living room, Shen Zhiyu put away his daily necessities, stuffed the fruit he just bought into the refrigerator, heated a glass of milk, and went to the bathroom to take a bath after drinking it.

After a while, he came out of the bathroom and dried his wet hair with a towel. He pushed the door and went into the bedroom without turning on the light. He planned to go to bed by the moonlight.

As soon as Shen Zhiyu came to the bedside, a black shadow flashed in front of him. Before he could react, he was hugged from behind.

In an instant, Shen Zhiyu's back was stiff and he stopped deliberately. He also got the towel in his hand and fell to the ground. For the first time, he felt that the people behind him should be thieves or gangsters.

As a result, Shen Zhiyu quickly calmed down and did not yell, so as not to disturb the people behind him, which would only do harm to himself.