Chapter 43 Returning to My Hometown

The early autumn breeze effectively dispelled the summer heat, so Wang Yan no longer had to be drenched in sweat when he returned home at noon.

When he reached an intersection, the red light came on, and Wang Yan stopped his electric scooter in accordance with traffic rules.

Just then, the phone in my pocket rang.

Wang Yan answered the phone with one hand, "Hello."

"Hey, can you hear me?"

A rough voice with a familiar accent reached Wang Yan's ears, and he instinctively gripped his phone tighter.

"I can hear you clearly."

"I am your uncle."

The other party seemed afraid he would hang up, so they quickly got straight to the point.

Wang Yan's chest heaved violently as fresh air filled his lungs. "I know, what happened?"

He knew in his heart that if something hadn't happened at home, his uncle would never have contacted him on his own initiative.

My uncle sighed on the other end of the phone, "Come back and see your mother."

The green light ahead turned on, and cars whizzed past him.

Wang Yan did not move.

"What happened? What's wrong with her?"

“Your mother is sick, she only has one breath left. Come back and see her.” The uncle paused, his voice tinged with a sigh, “She misses you a lot.”

For a moment, the earth seemed to stop spinning. Wang Yan suddenly couldn't hear the wind around him. The world was silent, and he stood in a deserted place.

"Yeah?"

Wang Yan heard himself speak like that.

"Come back quickly, you might still be able to see her one last time." The uncle's voice suddenly became faint. "I'm hanging up now, calls exceeding three minutes will incur charges."

The uncle kept his word, leaving Wang Yan with nothing but a busy signal.

He remained in that position for a long time, his mind a jumbled mess.

The word "Mom" was completely foreign to him.

Hearing the honking horn behind him, Wang Yan finally snapped out of his daze and started the electric scooter again.

He forced himself to stop thinking about it and pretend he had never received the call.

He locked his electric scooter downstairs as usual and went up the stairs to return home.

She made lunch for Su Yueming as usual.

The lunch was a complete failure; Su Yueming almost threw up after just one bite.

A burnt smell hit me right in the head.

Wang Yan noticed this as well, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Is it hard to eat?"

Su Yueming didn't say anything, but just kept handing him the chopsticks.

Wang Yan took the chopsticks, but after just one bite, his brows furrowed.

That phone call still affected him.

"Don't eat anymore, I'll make you some instant noodles."

Wang Yan closed his eyes; he simply didn't have the strength to cook again.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Su Yueming reached out and grabbed Wang Yan's wrist, sensing his pain.

The warm palm pressed tightly against his pulse, and Wang Yan's long-suppressed emotions suddenly found an outlet.

"What should I do?"

"What happened?"

Su Yueming's throat suddenly tightened. For Wang Yan to ask such a question, something extremely serious must have happened.

He really wanted to say, "My mother is going to die."

But after opening his mouth for a long time, he found that he couldn't say the word "Mom" without hesitation.

Su Yueming didn't urge him; he waited patiently.

It was as if it didn't matter if the sea dried up and the rocks crumbled, as long as Wang Yan was willing to tell him that he was here anytime, anywhere.

"Give me some more time to think about it."

Wang Yan's voice became weak and feeble.

“Okay.” Su Yueming looked at him and emphasized, “I’ll wait for you to tell me.”

Wang Yan nodded slightly and then left the bedroom.

The instant noodles turned out pretty well, since it doesn't require much skill to cook.

This time, Wang Yan did not choose to watch Su Yueming eat. Instead, he sat alone in the living room, his gaze fixed on the succulents placed on the coffee table.

"what should I do?"

The succulents didn't answer him, so it became his own monologue.

He couldn't help but recall many things, remembering the many times he had met his mother at the corner, but his mother had never spoken a word to him.

It seemed as if Wang Yan would stay and not leave as long as someone spoke to him.

It was cruel for young Wang Yan.

Wang Yan slumped onto the sofa, his body seemingly sinking into it.

In fact, now that Wang Yan is in his current state, he can understand why his mother sent him to his uncle, because she really didn't have the ability or energy to take care of him.

That little bit of land wasn't enough to feed so many people, and his nominal father was rarely seen, supposedly working in the city, but in reality, he didn't bring back much money.

All the burdens fell on my mother's shoulders; she was exhausted.

This was the only way she could think of to alleviate the burden.

As the sun gradually sank in the west, darkness slowly engulfed the living room, and Wang Yan let the light slowly disappear from his face.

He eventually decided to go back.

Because the child inside him never grew up, he desperately wanted an answer.

He wanted to ask his mother if she didn't love him, why did she give birth to him and leave him to face life's hardships alone?

But soon another difficulty arose.

What will happen to Su Yueming if Wang Yan goes home?

Wang Yan will need to stay at home for at least two days this time. Although a person won't starve to death after two days without food, Wang Yan would feel sorry for Su Yueming if he were to go hungry for two days.

The idea of ​​finding someone to take care of Su Yueming is even more unrealistic.

It would be strange if the other party didn't call the police, claiming that Wang Yan illegally imprisoned others.

A thought flashed through Wang Yan's mind in a flash: take Su Yueming back with him.

This solves both Su Yueming's eating problem and ensures his health.

But this would require removing Su Yueming's shackles so that he could walk freely.

Wang Yan recalled Su Yueming's performance at the concert and believed that Su Yueming would not run away on his own.

After figuring it out, Wang Yan stood up from the sofa and went back into the bedroom.

I raised my hand to turn on the light, and a blinding glare fell down.

Su Yueming looked up at him in the direction of the voice, "Are you feeling better?"

"You're coming back to my hometown with me tomorrow."

Wang Yan suddenly spoke and gave the order.

"Go back to my hometown?" Su Yueming was a little taken aback, his voice brimming with excitement: "You're taking me back to meet your parents?!"

In his subconscious, going back to his hometown meant meeting the parents, and if both sets of parents didn't object, they could discuss marriage.

"almost."

Wang Yan did not grasp the meaning behind Su Yueming's words.

Hearing Wang Yan's disheartened voice, Su Yueming also calmed down.

Recalling Wang Yan's low spirits a few hours earlier, it was definitely not as simple as going back to see his parents.

"Okay, I'll do whatever you say."

Su Yueming wisely refrained from pressing the matter further.