Returning to the Provincial City, it was just dawn the next day when He Jingtian led his real mother out of the train station and found a small diner by the roadside for so breakfast.
Although she heard her son promise not to abandon her, Mrs. He couldn’t help but feel scared in such an unfamiliar environnt.
She clung to the corner of He Jingtian’s clothes with one hand while stuffing a bun into her mouth with the other, her unusual behavior drawing glances from the surrounding diners.
In fact, if Mrs. He wasn’t so jittery, and her eyes weren’t so evasive, she would appear almost like a normal person.
In fact, after being carefully grood by He Jingtian, Mrs. He finally revealed her fair, delicate face, making her look much better than an average middle-aged woman.
But, the problem was she couldn’t control certain reactions, and upon closer inspection, one could tell her mind wasn’t quite right.
Feeling the strange gazes around them, He Jingtian instinctively felt embarrassed, even faintly blaming his real mother for embarrassing him.
But a voice inside told him: "Lift your head, chest out, why care about others’ opinions?"
"Mom was traumatized and got into this condition, is this what she wanted?"
"As her son, instead of blaming those who hurt her, you bla your own mother who was hurt? What kind of ssed-up logic is that?"
"A son doesn’t despise his mother for being ugly any more than a dog rejects its poor family. He Jingtian, don’t be less than a dog!"
He Jingtian:...What have I done? I just felt a bit embarrassed.
Besides, who doesn’t want parents they can be proud of?
"Haha, before asking that of others, perhaps first reflect on yourself, have you beco the son your parents can be proud of?"
"Humph, disdaining your own mother, abandoning her, you’re not even worthy of the simplest stroke of existence!"
"Also, if others mock your mom as a lunatic, it’s because you, as the son, haven’t achieved anything significant. After all, a mother only gains honor through her son!"
The voice in his mind continued its relentless taunting, unreservedly ridiculing He Jingtian.
He Jingtian:...Hey! Hey hey! You are my inner voice, you’re a part of , aren’t you also called He Jingtian? Co on?!
Every day, berating "He Jingtian" as worse than an animal, and now even criticizing him for not being outstanding enough, does this voice in his head really want to cause a split?!
He Jingtian was full of discontent, but he dared not retaliate, having a premonition that if he kept questioning, resisting the voice within, he’d likely co to a tragic end!
Forget it, what’s the big deal in not minding others’ opinions, and not blaming my real mom due to gossip, it’s not such a difficult task.
He straightened up, ignoring the gossip around, and continued to attentively care for Mrs. He like a filial son.
Seeing He Jingtian’s deanor, originally curious or puzzled diners began to gaze at him admiringly and respectfully—
He’s truly a good child, being so filial to his ntally ill mother.
Not feeling ashad, embarrassed, or enraged by societal biases or the stares of outsiders!
A young man in his twenties with such a firm mind, broad perspective, and stable character is indeed rare!
"Young man, very impressive!"
An elderly gentleman with a kind deanor, seeing He Jingtian’s interaction with Mrs. He, couldn’t help but nod repeatedly.
As he left, he even gave He Jingtian a thumbs-up.
The surrounding people chid in, "Indeed, in such a restless era, having such a filial child is truly rare."
Though it didn’t show on his face, He Jingtian was a bit startled inside.
Bringing his deranged mother to eat, not only was he not ridiculed or mocked, but he was actually praised?!
"Oh, still a student from S University. No wonder!"
"That’s right, university students have culture, quality, and understand filial piety!"
People in the small diner began to focus on He Jingtian, and soone sharp-eyed noticed the S University emblem on his white shirt, thinking even more highly of this young man.
He Jingtian was very smart, also good at adapting to the situation.
Although he didn’t know why these people weren’t mocking him and instead were praising him so highly.
But since the "opportunity" ca, he definitely wouldn’t miss it. Without disdain, he wiped the oil off his real mother’s face, pretending to be modest, he said, "It’s nothing, being filial to parents is the responsibility of us children."
The more he acted humbly, the more the elderly around him liked him.
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