Zhou Nianping rubbed his fingers on the wine glass for a long time, and plucked up the courage to say, "Brother Zhou is interested in listening to me tell a story."

"Tell me, I like the story very much."

"There was a man who made a big mistake when he was very young. This mistake led to the tragic death of his unborn sister, causing his biological mother to hate him to the core and commit suicide. Brother Zhou thought this person should die?" Zhou Nianping did not dare to look at Zhou Hui's eyes and lowered his head, "I want Brother Zhou to tell the truth."

Zhou Hui was shocked and had nothing to say for a moment.

Zhou Nianping's head lowered, afraid of seeing Zhou Hui's contemptuous and disgusting gaze, he said, "This kind of heinous crime cannot be revealed by a light 'reversal'. The damage caused is too deep and I can't make up for it."

Zhou Hui drank a few glasses of wine in succession and said, "If you want to hear the truth, then I will tell the truth. I don't think this person should die."

"Why?" Zhou Nianping finally raised his head and met his gentle and indifferent gaze.

Zhou Hui said, "My mother told me that a mother's love for her child is the most selfless and selfish. A mother can give up everything for her child without asking for anything, so she is selfless. A mother loves her child, can love her child to the point of being unprincipled, so she is selfish."

Zhou Nianping disagreed with his words, "This is a bad saying. Many mothers love their children in principle and teach them hard, so they hope that their children will be a gentleman who stands tall and upright."

Zhou Hui said, "At the critical moment, all principles will be left behind. Even if your child kills and sets fires, the mother does not want the child to be hurt at all. Even if this child hurts his close relatives, the mother cannot hate him. I believe that the mother in your story chose to commit suicide, not because of hatred, but because of love."

Zhou Nianping said inexplicably, "What do you mean?"

Zhou Hui looked sorrowful and sad, saying, "Because only dead people can keep secrets and ensure that her children live safely."

Zhou Nianping suddenly stood up, sat down dejectedly, opened his mouth, but couldn't make any sound.

"After my relationship with my father eased, I asked a question, and I said, 'Dad, I used to be so bad, why didn't you feel any resentment at all?' My father smiled strangely at that time, and looked at me like he was looking at a little fool."

Zhou Hui grabbed Zhou Nianping's trembling hand and smiled gently and kindly, "Dad answered me, 'The love of children for their parents is never one ten thousandth of that of parents for their love for their children. I will never blame you for treating me. Even if you use a knife to dig out your father's heart, I will smile slightly and give you my heart willingly', Brother Zhou, you think the mother in the story resents her son, and you underestimate the deep affection of parents for loving their children. They will always have the word "protection" to their children."

Zhou Nianping felt a mess in his heart, unable to explain what it felt. He stared at Zhou Hui blankly, still unable to speak.

Zhou Hui said, "I will tell you a story. There is a cuckoo bird that lays its eggs in the nest of the tits. As soon as the little cuckoo hatched out, he kicked the other tits that had just hatched out of the nest and fell to death. The tit mother witnessed this tragedy with her own eyes. It thought that the cuckoo was her own child. Not only could she not be resentful, but she also feeded the cuckoo hard. This is the case with the mother-son family affection. As long as it is her own flesh and blood, not only would she not be able to develop hatred, but she would always give up on herself when she had to choose between herself and her child."

Zhou Nianping finally made a hoarse and low voice, "How is it possible? Impossible, how could she choose to commit suicide just to keep the secret?"

"A mother's determination to keep a secret cannot be shaken, but as long as she lives, there are variables. The mouth of a living person is never as reliable as a dead person. In order to protect her son, this mother chose to sleep in the ground with a secret. If she knew about it in the spring, she would definitely be heartbroken. She was afraid that her child would not be able to bear it, and she was afraid that her child would hate her for going to extremes. So I said that this child should not die. He chose to commit suicide, which is truly sorry for the deceased mother, and it is truly hated."

Zhou Nianping trembled and pulled back his hand, looking at Zhou Hui coldly, "It's just your wishful speculation."
Chapter completed!