Yan Jiang slowly raised his head, his eyes looking through the light at the woman behind the door.
Yan Jiang was in a daze.
In my memory, Nan Yiyi has always been a simple and low-key woman. She always likes to wear a white skirt at home and a sweater and black trousers in winter.
He rarely saw Nan Yiyi dressed up.
The beautiful and elegant dress suit, worn by Nan Yiyi, unexpectedly brought out her charming demeanor. She must have been a renowned beauty in her youth with a bit of dressing up.
That’s right, ugly parents can’t give birth to a man as handsome as him.
When Nan Yiyi saw how cold Yan Jiang's eyes were when he looked at her, she felt a dull pain in her heart.
This child still hated her after all.
Gently closing the door, Nan Yiyi walked slowly to Yan Jiang's front, not daring to sit down. Yan Jiang poured a cup of tea for Nan Yiyi, pushed it across, and then looked up at Nan Yiyi and said, "Sit down, Ms. Nan, this is your place."
The call of "Ms. Nan" broke Nan Yiyi's heart and her face turned ugly.
But she didn't dare to complain.
Nan Yiyi finally sat down. She sat very straight, her back straight, like a good student facing the headmaster.
Only in front of Yan Jiang would Nan Yiyi feel so ashamed that she couldn't even lift her head.
Picking up the hot tea, Nan Yiyi's fingertips gradually regained warmth. She took a sip of the tea and then nervously called out Yan Jiang's name. "Jiang Jiang."
"Um."
Seeing that Yan Jiang was still willing to pay attention to her, Nan Yiyi's uneasy heart finally relaxed a little.
Nan Yiyi looked at Yan Jiang's face greedily. Even though she had seen this face on computers, mobile phones, advertising posters and TV, the feeling was still different when she saw her own child up close.
I can’t get enough of it.
Nan Yiyi smiled slightly, her expression a little awkward. She said, "Jiang Jiang, you're even prettier now than when you were a kid."
Yan Jiang didn't want to act out the mother-son love scene with Nan Yiyi.
He raised his lips in a mocking tone and said to Nan Yiyi curiously, "Ms. Nan, I have a question I want to ask you."
Although the name "Ms. Nan" sounded uncomfortable, Nan Yiyi was very happy that her son was willing to come and see her.
Nan Yiyi maintained an elegant and calm smile and told Yan Jiang: "You can ask me any questions you have."
Yan Jiang put down the teacup in his hand, raised his head, and stared at Nan Yiyi with his beautiful and expressive peach blossom eyes, smiling. He said, "Since you mentioned my childhood, then may I ask, Ms. Nan, do you still remember what I looked like when I was a child?"
Nan Yiyi was stunned and felt a little embarrassed.
This child is pretty, but she has a body covered with long, sharp thorns.
Each thorn pierced her flesh.
Nan Yiyi's heart ached slightly, and her mouth seemed to be sewn together with needle and thread, unable to open her mouth to answer Yan Jiang's question.
Yan Jiang leaned back in his chair, legs crossed, his gaze fixed on Nan Yiyi's pale lips. He felt nothing but grief and indignation. He said, "When you left me, I was only 12 years old, barely graduating from elementary school. Now, I'm almost 27, old enough to get married."
Nan Yiyi bit her lips tightly with her teeth, unable to refute Yan Jiang's words.
He added, "My father abandoned me, you abandoned me, and then my grandmother abandoned me too. Why does no one want me?"
I don’t know which of Yan Jiang’s words touched Nan Yiyi’s sore spot, but she suddenly broke down and cried.
"Jiang Jiang!" Nan Yiyi cried and her snot fell, staining the beautiful makeup on her face.
She covered her face with her hands and cried to Yan Jiang, "Jiang Jiang, I'm sorry for you, but I can't do anything about it. You don't know, after your father abandoned us, even if I go out to buy groceries, I'll be gossiped about by strangers."
Nan Yiyi imitated the tone of those people and said sarcastically: "Look, that woman is the daughter-in-law of the Li family. Her husband abandoned his wife and children and ran off with a pervert!"
"She couldn't even keep her own husband safe, and he was snatched away by a pervert. It's hilarious."
"So I'd rather find a pervert than live with her..."
Nan Yiyi raised her head and wiped away her tears.
Her expression was filled with pain. She clutched her chest and tearfully said, "During that time, people talked about me wherever I went. It was your father who did the wrong thing, but I was the one being slandered!"
"I really can't stand it anymore. That place is like a cage to me, a stage, and I'm the clown on the podium being laughed at!"
Nan Yiyi was oppressed by life and could no longer bear it, so she could only escape from reality.
Yan Jiang smiled bitterly and asked Nan Yiyi, "If you want to escape, then escape. What about me?"
Those peach blossom eyes gradually turned crimson, a sparkle of water in them. Yan Jiang said, "You are the wife abandoned by your husband, and I am the perverted son. You left, you are free, but I still have to bear the crime of 'a child that even its mother doesn't want.'"
"You can escape, you are free, but what about me? Where can I escape to?"
Yan Jiang became more and more excited as he spoke. He gritted his teeth and tensed his muscles, not allowing himself to cry in front of Nan Yiyi.
Yan Jiang's eyes were dark and deep. He said, "Mom, if I had known that I would be abandoned all my life, I really wish you had never given birth to me in the first place."
"I'm like a lonely ghost." My parents are still alive, but no one loves me.
Nan Yiyi cried so hard that she was out of breath and couldn't speak. The two mountains of guilt and self-blame pressed down on her back, and she bent over.
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