Chapter 724: Emotional Scene (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival)
Lu Tingchuan seemed to have figured it out in an instant. He got up, went into the bathroom, took a shower, shaved his beard, changed into clean clothes, and went downstairs.
The servants downstairs were coaxing the two children. Yu Sheng and Yu Nian were crying again. The two children were no longer sleeping in the incubators. The newborn blush on their faces had faded, and now their skin was fair and tender, and their facial features became more three-dimensional and clear. The daughter Yu Sheng looked very similar to Shen Qing. When she cried, her eyes were the same as her mother's, red like a rabbit.
Because they had a fever a few days ago, the two children vomited and couldn't sleep well. They were malnourished and their weight was not up to standard. Lu Tingchuan walked over and took the two children from the servant's arms, holding one in each hand.
The baby, who was not even a month old, was too small. His body was soft and had a milky scent. Lu Tingchuan didn't dare to hold him tightly. He held him stiffly for a few minutes before putting him down.
"I'll go pick up Shen Qing."
Aunt Lin still thought that he had not yet woken up and was living in a world where Shen Qing was still there.
"Mr. Lu, you..." Aunt Lin sighed, "Miss Chen has already..."
"I know she's dead." Lu Tingchuan interrupted Aunt Lin in a hoarse voice, "I know she'll never come back. I know I forced her to death. I know she gave up her two children and doesn't want me anymore..."
In fact, he knew everything. Even if he refused to admit it, he knew that there was no Shen Qing in this world anymore, just like Shen Qing in his previous life died on his 20th birthday and never appeared again.
Shen Qing is a very stubborn person. She will love someone for a long time and will not give up until she hits the wall. She would have hit Lu Tingchuan's wall and died long ago.
Lu Tingchuan went to take Shen Qing's ashes back. The Shen Qing who he held in his arms and watched the stars and the moon, has now become a handful of ashes that will be scattered by the wind.
He placed the urn on the headboard of the bed in the bedroom, and went to the yard outside to pick a handful of baby's breath and placed it next to the urn.
The entire room was empty, as if it had suddenly lost its life. My sight went from the ceiling to the floor, from every blade of grass to every tree, then to every piece of flooring, furniture, and decorations...
Lu Tingchuan turned his head to look at the urn and murmured, "You're obviously gone, but I still feel like you're right next to me. Your presence is everywhere in this room..."
After bringing back Shen Qing's ashes, Lu Tingchuan completely changed. He no longer locked himself in the room and tortured himself like before. He started going downstairs, eating and sleeping on time. If he couldn't sleep, he would take sleeping pills to stay alert and take care of his two children.
Seeing that he had recovered, Aunt Lin felt relieved and began to teach him step by step how to hold a baby, how to mix milk for the two children, what the baby's crying means, how to coax them to sleep, how to change diapers, and how to deal with spitting up milk...
The naturally intelligent Lu Tingchuan suddenly became very clumsy. It took him a long time to learn how to do it. He tried to hold the baby and feed him with a bottle, but he dared not to move and was as stiff as a wooden stake.
Aunt Lin comforted and encouraged: "It's like this at the beginning, you'll get used to it."
After learning how to feed the children, Lu Tingchuan began to learn how to coax the children and change diapers. He was still busy and flustered, but as Aunt Lin said, people will only get better and better and get used to it.
Seeing Lu Tingchuan carefully bathing the child, Aunt Lin wanted to cry again. When people get old, they can't help but recall those who are no longer in this world.
Lu Tingchuan worked hard to raise his two children. He seemed more energetic and motivated than before, but only he knew that his heart was becoming increasingly numb.
After Shen Qing's death, he suffered from hysteria and could feel Shen Qing's presence by his side from time to time. The only way to treat this disease was to take medicine continuously, and after taking the medicine, he would not have hallucinations.
Lu Tingchuan didn't want to take it but had to. Sometimes he wanted to indulge himself and stop taking the medicine regardless of the consequences, so that he could "see" Shen Qing every day.
But one time, after he stopped taking the medicine, he actually lay alone in a bathtub filled with water with a knife in his hand. When the knife cut his wrist, he gradually woke up from the pain.
He is sick again, he can't die yet, not now.
Lu Tingchuan casually wrapped gauze around his wrist to stop the bleeding. The wound wasn't deep, so applying some medicine powder and wrapping it with gauze would stop the bleeding. However, it was very painful, and he couldn't hold the child for a while.
The housekeepers and servants in the house all looked at him with worry, but Lu Tingchuan immediately hugged the urn on the bedside table and said sorry. He did not deliberately choose to commit suicide by disobeying Shen Qing's words. He was just sick and could not control his mind.
"I'm sorry, Qing. I didn't mean it. I know you hate me, but don't worry, I won't die. I won't bother you at a time like this. I will take good care of the child and raise him up. Don't be angry..."
The villa will be thoroughly cleaned every once in a while. One day, when Aunt Lin was cleaning the room, she found a mobile phone from under the sofa. It was covered with a lot of dust. I don’t know when it fell there.
Aunt Lin turned on her cell phone, which had power, and she logged in directly without a password lock.
The mobile phone page is very clean, and the application software inside is divided into one window. There is only one recording file standing alone in the middle, making it hard not to notice it.
Aunt Lin clicked on it and found a very long audio recording.
Aunt Lin clicked on it and heard Shen Qing's gentle singing voice. It was the song she sang to coax the children when she was there.
"The dark sky hangs low, with bright stars following... Insects fly... Insects fly, who are you thinking of..."
Aunt Lin couldn't help but shed a tear when she heard the familiar song. At this moment, a baby crying came from downstairs. Lu Tingchuan had an injury on his hand and it was inconvenient for him to hold the baby, so he could only gently push the crib to comfort the baby.
Aunt Lin quickly ran downstairs with her cell phone and turned the volume up to the maximum. The singing came from far away and reached the ears of the two children. The two children who had been crying and refusing to sleep gradually quieted down after hearing their mother's familiar voice.
A month after Shen Qing's death, the two children still remember her voice.
No one knew when Shen Qing recorded the song. When Lu Tingchuan heard the familiar voice, tears instantly fell from his eyes.
The day he learned of Shen Qing's death, he felt heartbroken. He originally thought that once he got used to the pain, he would be able to endure it even if it happened again in the future.
But heartache is something that increases day by day. When you return to a familiar place, doing familiar things, but there is one person missing, you may not feel anything at first, but one day you suddenly hear the voice you have been thinking about day and night, and your emotions get out of control. This is probably what it means to be moved by the scene.
There is an empty rumbling in my chest. I am still alive, but I feel like a walking corpse. No one loves me, no one cares about me, no one talks to me, no one shares with me. I am filled with sadness and despair over time.
This recording video is fifteen minutes long, ten of which are singing, and the remaining five minutes are silent. Aunt Lin saw that the two children had fallen asleep and was about to turn off the phone when Shen Qing's voice came again. Unlike the gentle singing voice just now, the tone was cold and without any emotion.
"Lu Tingchuan, here's what I want to say to you..."
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