Chapter 115 Is This Hell?
Upon hearing this, Old Man Chen hurried into the room and saw the person on the bed had opened his eyes and was staring at the ceiling in a daze.
Xiao Hui lay on the bedside, waved at him and said, "You finally woke up. Do you know that you have been lying in bed for ten days? Can you hear me?"
Hearing the sound, Su Yumian mechanically turned his eyes to look at Xiaohui and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is this... hell?"
Xiao Hui was stunned and quickly explained, "What hell? This is my home. This is Liwu Village."
Seeing that his face was frighteningly pale and his words were incoherent, Old Man Chen pushed Xiaohui away.
He asked Su Yumian, "Child, do you still remember who you are?"
Hearing this, Su Yumian looked at the layout of the entire room again, and then he suddenly realized that he was not dead.
He smiled bitterly and said lightly, "Remember."
Hearing this, Old Man Chen breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "Do you still remember how you got into the sea?"
Of course he remembered. It was because he remembered it so clearly that when he found out that I was still alive, he felt so heartbroken.
He couldn't bring himself to say the word "suicide", as if it was stuck in his throat.
Seeing that he was silent, Old Man Chen had tears in his eyes, so he quickly changed his words.
"It's okay if you don't remember. You have a head injury. Just recuperate at my house for now and don't think about anything else."
Su Yumian: “…”
Seeing that he had no expression on his face and looked like he had lost all hope in life, Xiaohui felt an inexplicable pain in his heart, so he deliberately tried to find topics to chat with him.
"Brother, what's your name? My name is Chen Junhui, you can just call me Xiaohui."
Su Yumian was silent for a few seconds, then opened his mouth and whispered, "Su Yumian."
"Then I will call you Brother Mianmian from now on." Xiaohui grinned, revealing two little fangs and said happily.
But the sound of "Mianmian" brought back his memory to the moment before he jumped off the cliff, when Fu Quezhou ran towards him with fear in his eyes, shouting, "Mianmian, don't!"
In an instant, tears filled my eyes, slid down the corners of my eyes and sank into the roots of my hair.
When Old Man Chen saw this scene, he gently pulled Xiaohui and signaled them to go out first.
As soon as the door closed, Su Yumian's suppressed sobs were heard from inside the room.
Old Man Chen sighed heavily and said with emotion, "Ah, it seems that this child has a miserable life."
Xiao Hui listened to the sobbing in the room, and his heart ached. With red eyes, he looked at Old Man Chen and said, "Grandpa, I miss my dad."
Hearing this, Old Man Chen put his arm around Xiao Hui's shoulders, looked into the distance and said, "Okay, let's go visit your father's grave tomorrow."
After Su Yumian woke up, he stayed in bed for another ten days. His wounds healed a little. The Chen family's grandfather and grandson took good care of him, and meals were delivered to his bedside.
He thought a lot these days, but he couldn't figure out why he didn't die.
Did God think that he hadn't suffered enough?
Or let him just lose his memory, which would be better than the pain he is in now.
"Xiaohui, catch it quickly!"
At this time, there was a noise outside. He collected his thoughts, slowly got out of bed, opened the door and walked out.
I saw the Chen family's grandfather and grandson catching the fish they had caught in the net and putting them into a big bucket one by one in the yard.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Xiaohui turned around and saw Su Yumian standing at the door with his hand on the door frame.
"Brother Mianmian, look how many fish we caught!"
Xiaohui grabbed a fish weighing five or six kilograms and showed it to him.
The water droplets thrown up by the fish's tail splashed on his face, making him smile brightly.
Xiaohui's movements of showing him Yu Canxiao were slowed down in Su Yumian's eyes.
He wondered to himself how long it had been since he had laughed so heartily.
He was unconsciously attracted by this smile and slowly walked over. Out of the feeling of being rescued, he took the initiative to ask, "Do you need help?"
Xiao Hui quickly threw the fish into the bucket and waved his hand, "No, no, Grandpa and I can catch this little bit of fish."
But despite this, Su Yumian rolled up his sleeves to help catch fish, and soon the bucket was full.
Then the three of them worked together to lift the bucket onto the tricycle. Xiaohui said, "Now we are going to sell fish. Brother Mianmian, do you want to come?"
Su Yumian could see that Xiaohui was deliberately trying to help him get over his grief.
Over the past ten days, I have been deliberately telling him how beautiful the world is and that he should cherish the present, so I have been trying every possible way to find things to talk to him about.
"…good."
Hearing this, Xiaohui was delighted and climbed onto the back of the tricycle first. He then stretched out his hand and said, "Brother Mianmian, let me pull you up."
Su Yumian looked at the small hand that was stretched out, and in a trance he saw it as the familiar big hand with blue veins all over it. He seemed to hear Fu Quezhou's voice in his ears.
"Mianmian, come."
He felt bitter and got on the car.
Old man Chen drove the car, and the three of them slowly headed towards the town.
Anyone who has ridden a tricycle knows that a slight bump on the road will cause your buttocks to hurt, not to mention the noise.
But Xiaohui's face was filled with smiles from beginning to end. Seeing that Su Yumian still had no expression on his face and was still immersed in sadness.
He grinned, raised his voice to drown out the noise and said to Su Yumian, "Brother Mianmian, do you want to hear my story?"
Su Yumian turned to look at him, and Xiaohui continued, "Last year, my dad's business failed. My mom couldn't bear to continue living in such hardship, so she divorced my dad. My dad couldn't handle the double blow, so he jumped into the sea and committed suicide."
Hearing this, Su Yumian felt a little pain in his heart, but Xiaohui's face was still full of smiles.
"My dad wasn't as lucky as you. He was already dead when we found him."
Hearing this, Su Yumian felt a lump in his stomach, and the knot in his throat made him feel uncomfortable. "Then why are you..."
"Do you want to ask me why I am still so cheerful?" Xiaohui turned his head and asked him.
Su Yumian nodded. He saw that Xiaohui was not very old, about fifteen or sixteen years old, which was the age when he needed parental care.
Seeing this, Xiaohui chuckled and looked back at the white-haired old man Chen driving the tricycle.
"My dad is gone, and my grandpa must be in more pain than me losing his son in his old age. How can he live if I am still immersed in grief?"
"So even for my grandfather, I have to face life with a smile."
Xiaohui paused here and looked at Su Yumian with sincere eyes.
"Although I don't know what happened to you, I can see that you are in pain, but life is not only about pain, there is also happiness."
"As my grandfather often said, if you're always obsessed with the past, how can you encounter the scenery ahead?"
"So, Brother Mianmian, be more open-minded. Then you will find that this world is actually quite beautiful."
Su Yumian looked at Xiaohui, who was eleven years younger than him, but spoke in a mature and experienced tone.
A teenager is more insightful than him.
He knew Xiaohui's intention in saying these things to him. He was probably afraid that he would follow his father's path.
But he had already walked here once.
Su Yumian fell silent. It was not that he did not understand Xiaohui's intention, but living required more courage than dying.
Soon, they arrived at the market. Xiaohui and Su Yumian got off the car and helped Old Man Chen sell fish.
On the other side, Hezhou City.
In the dim room, the heavy curtains blocked out the light from outside, not allowing even a ray of light to penetrate.
Fu Quezhou lay curled up on the cold floor like a skinned and drained dragon, with the square urn still in his arms.
The only difference was that he dressed the urn in Su Yumian's clothes and held it in his arms as if it were a treasure.
There are also countless wine bottles scattered around.
This was the scene Secretary Jin saw when she pushed open the door. As soon as she entered, the strong smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of rotten food filled her nostrils.
He frowned, walked quickly to the window, pulled aside the curtains and opened the window to let in some fresh air.
Then he walked to Fu Quezhou and found that in just over twenty days, this man had become haggard and had shed his shell.
With dark circles under his eyes, sunken cheeks, and untidy beard, he looked like a completely different person from the image-conscious Fu Quezhou in his daily life.
Secretary Jin felt a pang in his heart and squatted down and said, "The person has passed away, but the living must continue. There are still many things waiting for you to deal with."
"The company and Mr. Su's father both need you. You've been locked up in your room for almost a month. Who are you expecting to help you clean up this mess?"
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