Covering her face, Nan Yiyi cried and apologized: "Jiang Jiang, it's mom who is sorry for you!"
After hearing Nan Yiyi's apology, Yan Jiang felt indifferent.
How could Nan Yiyi's lonely life of being mocked and squeezed for so many years be erased by just saying sorry?
Yan Jiang couldn't forgive Nan Yiyi. Looking at his mother crying, Yan Jiang finally asked, "Why don't you take me with you? Do you think I'm a burden and will prevent you from getting married again?"
Hearing this, Nan Yiyi shook her head.
She cried and said, "No, Jiang Jiang, you have never been a burden. I was just worried that you wouldn't have a good life with me. At that time, Mom was a housewife. I couldn't even support myself, so how could I dare to take you with me? I couldn't let you suffer with me!"
Yan Jiang shook his head, "You will never understand what I want."
What he fears is not suffering, but becoming an orphan and having no one to love him!
What he fears is loneliness!
Yan Jiang asked again: "Following you is suffering, but following an old man with poor eyesight who needs a cane to walk, won't it be suffering for me?"
Nan Yiyi was speechless after being asked by Yan Jiang.
"After all, you still dislike me." Yan Jiang knew all about this.
Nan Yiyi blushed with embarrassment.
Yan Jiang suddenly said, "I was awake the night you ran away."
Nan Yiyi looked up in astonishment and said subconsciously: "How could it be, I clearly gave you a sleeping pill..." Realizing how disrespectful what she was about to say was for a mother, Nan Yiyi quickly covered her mouth, too embarrassed to continue.
Yan Jiang laughed sarcastically and asked her, "Sleeping pills?"
Nan Yiyi's face turned pale, and even her tears were pulled back in fear.
Yan Jiang said: "I saw it."
"What..." Nan Yiyi was unsure what Yan Jiang meant, so she asked, "What did you see?"
Yan Jiang narrated with a blank expression, saying, "I saw you hiding in the kitchen, secretly pouring sleeping pill powder into my bowl. You took a pair of chopsticks and mixed them evenly..."
Nan Yiyi listened in a daze, as if she was stupid.
"I ate that bowl of rice to reassure you. While you were washing the dishes, I went to the bathroom to induce vomiting."
Yan Jiang carefully recalled the scene of that night. Because so many years had passed, Yan Jiang's memory was not very clear.
He slowly told what he remembered.
"That night, I lay in my room, eyes closed, listening to you quietly packing up in the next room. I heard you open the door and go to the living room, as if rummaging through something. I got up and hid in the dark room. Through a crack in the door, I saw you rummaging through the TV cabinet in the living room, looking for your passbook."
Nan Yiyi was stunned.
What Yan Jiang said was exactly the same as what she did that night!
He really saw it!
A child, hiding in the dark, secretly watching his mother packing her luggage, looking through her passbook and running away from home, how desperate and sad he must have felt!
Nan Yiyi began to feel restless and was too embarrassed to face Yan Jiang again.
"You don't know." Yan Jiang saw Nan Yiyi's anxious look and grinned with a sly smile. He said, "I hid the passbook."
Nan Yiyi was a little surprised.
That night, Nan Yiyi couldn't find the passbook and thought it had been taken away by her mother-in-law.
It turned out that it was Yan Jiang who did it.
"When my dad ran away, he even left some money at home. You're even more ruthless than him. You tried to steal the money."
Talking about those past events, Yan Jiang himself felt that his life was so tragic that he could write a sad novel.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket, took out one, put it in his mouth and lit it, then puffed out smoke in front of Nan Yiyi.
In the smoke, Yan Jiang's face was extremely beautiful, but it was full of sadness.
He just raised his head slightly and looked at Nan Yiyi with an arrogant look, which contained ridicule, disdain, and contempt.
Nan Yiyi felt ashamed in front of Yan Jiang.
She tangled her hands together nervously and whispered, "I don't plan to take all the money. I just want some money for travel and living expenses."
"Stop lying. You obviously want to steal all our belongings." Yan Jiang knew very well that a woman who could abandon her own son would naturally be able to steal all the family savings.
Nan Yiyi's voice suddenly rose, "I really don't have that idea!"
"Mom, can you stop deceiving yourself? It's not that difficult to admit that you are a selfish woman." After so many years, Yan Jiang has seen through Nan Yiyi's true face.
Nan Yiyi still felt unconvinced. She said, "It was wrong of me to abandon you. But I didn't really ignore you. I sent you some money when you were in junior high and high school!"
Sending money to Yan Jiang became a little comfort to Nan Yiyi.
She said: "I still love you in my heart, Jiang Jiang!"
Yan Jiang sneered, "Yes, you sent me a total of 50,000 yuan, and it's still buried in the cenotaph I built for you." Yan Jiang bit the cigarette butt, stretched out his hands, spread his palms apart, compared the thickness, and said, "50,000 yuan is really a lot, about as thick as two blocks of tofu."
Yan Jiang said in an exaggerated tone: "Really, I have never seen more money than 50,000 yuan in my life."
Nan Yiyi was frightened by Yan Jiang's outrageous words.
"Cenotaph?" Nan Yiyi's voice rose sharply, whether out of anger or fear. "I'm not even dead yet, why are you building a cenotaph for me?"
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