Despite Chu Xinghui's repeated attempts to dissuade him, Pei Hanmo still found two summer jobs, one waiting tables and the other tutoring.
In nearly three months, he earned not only his tuition but even enough to cover his living expenses for the year.
On the day university started, Chu Xinghui wheeled Pei Hanmo's luggage to the school entrance:
"Are you sure you don't need me to help you clean up?"
Pei Hanmo seemed to have grown up in an instant, able to live without needing him.
Pei Hanmo shook his head and took the luggage from Chu Xinghui:
"You should head home. I don't need any help here."
With that, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to Chu Xinghui's cheek.
Chu Xinghui had gained a little fame online through composing. Although he didn't earn much, he could still put some money into his bank account.
These days, he spent every day at home writing and sketching on paper, all to gather inspiration.
If possible, he wanted to become a composer in the future.
With a little standing in the entertainment industry, he would be able to earn a lot of money.
The night before, Chu Xinghui had suddenly had a burst of inspiration. He had climbed out of bed and spent a long time writing lyrics, arriving that morning with dark circles under both eyes.
Chu Xinghui turned back and looked at the message on his phone.
It was a message from Zuo Ying'an.
Throughout the summer, Zuo Ying'an had messaged Chu Xinghui from time to time, asking to see photos of Pei Hanmo.
She was a mother who cared deeply about her child, so Chu Xinghui would send her photos.
This time, however, seemed different.
Zuo Ying'an had invited him out.
[Zuo Ying'an: Hello, could we meet