Chapter 45 Changgang Village

Although the journey is long, quite a few people take the bus home.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the bus finally started moving in a grand procession.

The dazzling sunlight shone through the car window onto Su Yueming's profile as he groped for Wang Yan's fingers, which were resting on his lap.

Wang Yan was completely taken aback, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Su Yueming.

Su Yueming seemed oblivious to his gaze, and continued to clench his fingers tightly.

Wang Yan gently closed his eyes, letting Su Yueming lead him.

This journey was incredibly agonizing for Wang Yan.

His heart was filled with a mix of emotions, causing his brows to furrow uncontrollably.

Perhaps that's why he felt time was passing very quickly.

"I will always be with you."

Su Yueming suddenly spoke softly.

With his eyes tightly closed, his eyelashes fluttered incessantly; Wang Yan knew, of course, that he was speaking to himself.

Wang Yan didn't speak, but slowly rested his forehead on his shoulder.

This means he knows.

The scenery outside the bus kept rushing past, and the flickering light and shadows fell around them, as if they were traveling through time.

Because the journey was long, they ate some bread and sausages along the way to stave off hunger.

After finishing the food, stuff the packaging back into the plastic bag and carry it in your hand.

When the sun was replaced by the moon and gained dominance over the night, the bus drove into the village.

Over the years, the roads in the village have been repaired, transforming them from gravel roads into asphalt roads.

So the journey wasn't as bumpy as I had imagined; perhaps everything has changed.

As they got closer to Changgang Village, Wang Yan's fingers grew colder and colder.

The moment the bus stopped at Changgang Village, Wang Yan led Su Yueming off the bus.

Amidst a myriad of emotions, Wang Yan discovered that he was actually gripped by fear.

He was afraid to step into the village, afraid to see his uncle.

Because that would remind him of all the pain he had in the past.

But his feet were still on that familiar land, and for a moment it felt like a different world.

"How are you?"

Su Yueming put his arm around Wang Yan's shoulder, his voice filled with barely concealed nervousness.

Wang Yan took a deep breath; he knew this was his own curse.

Perhaps this time, he will be able to completely break free from this situation.

Get rid of the pain of the past, and the ever-present inferiority complex.

"I'm fine."

Wang Yan patted Su Yueming on the shoulder, "I've just been away for too long, so I'm feeling a bit sentimental."

Su Yueming did not expose his bravado, because he could clearly see the pain in Wang Yan's eyes.

Lifting his feet, Wang Yan followed the route home that he remembered.

Along the way, Wang Yan met many villagers, and they all looked at him with different expressions.

Wang Yan completely ignored it and focused intently on walking forward.

Because during Wang Yan's childhood, these people only served to mock him.

The most common thing they say is, "Look at how miserable Wang Yan is. You're so much luckier than him, so why are you doing so badly in your studies? Why can't you be as good as him?"

Someone must have told my uncle that Wang Yan had returned.

As soon as Wang Yangang turned the corner of the alley, he saw his uncle waiting at the gate.

"You're back."

His uncle took two steps forward to greet him.

A cool breeze ruffled the old man's gray hair, making the wrinkles on his face appear even deeper, and his skin was tanned dark by the sun.

His back bent slightly, and the word "old" entered Wang Yan's mind.

Time has not spared anyone.

"Uncle."

Wang Yan heard himself speak.

"Hey, why don't you go check on your mom?"

The uncle's voice was filled with sorrow; Wang Yan knew this would be the last time he saw him.

The perceptive Su Yueming also noticed it.

He looked at Wang Yan with concern, but Wang Yan was calmer than he had imagined.

"I see."

My mother's house is in the backyard of my uncle's house, so it's only a short walk away.

Standing outside the gate, Wang Yan no longer had the courage to knock.

A cool breeze brushed against his body, and he shivered violently.

Without giving Wang Yan any time to hesitate, the door was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

He is Wang Yan's nominal father.

The father and he looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

Perhaps it is undeniable, or perhaps it is too unfamiliar.

Finally, the father found the lost voice, his hair disheveled: "You...your mother has been waiting for you."

Wang Yan remained silent and walked straight into the courtyard.

His father was no different from a stranger to him.

The once clean yard has become incredibly messy, with chicken, duck, and goose droppings everywhere, emitting an unpleasant odor.

Wang Yan's gaze fell on the expensive leather shoes at Su Yueming's feet.

Stepping on this kind of place is simply a waste.

"I'm sorry to have brought you to a place like this."

Wang Yan genuinely regretted bringing Su Yueming along, but he couldn't think of a better solution.

"Why do you say that?" Su Yueming shook his head. "I think it's great. I'm willing to go anywhere with you."

A hint of a smile flashed across Wang Yan's eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

As soon as the door was opened, a torrent of violent coughing erupted from the mother.

The father followed closely behind and came in. He raised his hand and turned on the lights in the living room, making everything visible.

He rubbed his hands together somewhat awkwardly, his gaze falling on Su Yueming.

"This is your friend, right?"

"Um."

Wang Yan didn't want to explain further.

What happened to your eyes?

Before Wang Yan could speak, Su Yueming answered first, "Just had surgery."

"I see."

The father nodded knowingly.

"Wait for me here." Wang Yan's Adam's apple bobbed as he turned to Su Yueming and said, "I'll go in and take a look."

"good."

Su Yueming had also heard the coughing earlier, so it seemed that his mother's illness was quite serious.

Wang Yan took a deep breath and pushed open the door to enter the bedroom.

Hearing it on the phone was one thing, but when Wang Yan saw it with his own eyes, looking at his mother lying on the big bed, so thin and frail, he couldn't help but feel a lump in his throat.

His mother heard the door open, opened her eyes, and slowly looked at him.

They looked at each other, but neither of them spoke.

Soon, the mother's eyes filled with tears, and her voice was filled with sorrow: "Son, you've come."

Wang Yan had waited a very long time for this call of "son".

It has finally come true at this moment.

But he felt no joy.

All that remains is endless desolation.

Why does he get everything after he no longer wants it?