Chapter 79 Chapter 79 Guess what I am thinking now...
"Ming'an, you have more than others since you were born, so if you are able, try to help those who are not so lucky."
He still remembers his mother telling him this when he was a child.
At that time they had just come out of the bakery, the warmth filled with sweet smell was completely shattered by the cold wind, and a ragged beggar was sitting across the street.
In such cold weather, wrapped only in a thin, dirty sweater, I looked like I was in a completely different world from them.
His mother took his hand and walked over, placing the bread in the bag in front of the beggar, as well as the down coat she had just bought for him at the mall.
The beggar's originally withered eyes brightened up, as if someone had relighted a candle with a match.
He had no feelings for bread, but the clothes were bought for him by his mother, and now they were worn by the beggar, and he had a very subtle feeling.
He doesn't like his things to be too close to others.
"But look at that person, wearing so little in the weather when it's almost snowing, isn't that pitiful?"
The mother squatted down, put her arm around his shoulders, and looked him in the eye: "If we need clothes, we can always buy more, but that person may just need this piece of clothing for the winter."
Being looked at by those gentle eyes and listening to the teachings that did not treat him as a child at all and were not an equal, he silently absorbed this point of view and kept it in mind.
And gradually wear away my possessiveness which was not so glorious to begin with.
The follow-up to this incident was that his mother took him back to the mall and bought him several new pieces of clothes.
His mother is a very good and kind person, so kind that she is a little silly.
These are his father's exact words.
Dad has his own opinion on giving bread to beggars.
Why should we send something that can be eaten? What if something goes wrong after eating it and we are blackmailed?
It's not that exaggerated. Don't think too badly of people.
Dad pursed his lips, still looking very disapproving.
"Ming An, don't be like your mother in the future."
He didn't participate in the argument between the two, so he just smiled and didn't say anything good or bad.
This little episode was soon overshadowed by other daily routines, just like every day before.
He heard from his father about their love story. They met and fell in love when they were studying abroad. They came from similar backgrounds and the marriage process was quite smooth.
The promise two people make at their wedding is to spend their lives together and never change their minds.
Just like in a fairy tale, the princess met the prince and they lived a happy life from then on.
If happiness has a template, it should be like their family's.
There are indeed many poor people in this world. Those who have no money are pitiful, and those who have no love are also pitiful.
The ragged beggar on the street is pitiful, and the child at the banquet who can't even understand the most common mother-child interaction is also pitiful.
He couldn't measure which side was more pitiful, because to him, they were both unfortunate.
He has good enough conditions and parents who love him, so he is also willing to help others to meet his mother's expectations and the indescribable feelings in his heart.
It was a big snowy day.
It has been who knows how long since Jiangcheng had seen such heavy snow. The entire city was wrapped in white, and all primary and secondary schools in the city were notified to suspend classes for one day.
He remembered that a friend came to deliver something to him, and it was almost dinner time. He didn't want the other party to wait too long, so he put on his shoes and went out to get it.
When the door was opened, the servant brought him a scarf, muttering to himself that the lady had warned him not to catch a cold.
The label on the scarf was still on, and it was obvious that the servant was lazy and did not go to the upstairs room, so he took it directly from the box in the living room.
But he didn't say much, just put it on and hurried out.
The temperature outside was really low, and it was dark, so the coldness penetrated into his bones exponentially. He buried his face in his scarf, and when he walked outside to the roadside, he saw two people standing on the side of the road.
One of them was a slender woman with curly hair, holding a phone and talking excitedly to the other end. He had no interest in listening, but was a little surprised.
At that time, he didn't know that there was such a thing as the bare-leg artifact in the world. He just thought that wearing a short skirt with bare legs in the snow was simply superhuman.
The woman was yelling shrilly, repeating over and over again the same words about having to give an explanation, and she was walking around the lamppost and kicking it from time to time. Next to her was a child who looked about the same age as him.
The oversized down jacket drooped on his body, and one could see that he was only wearing a thin cotton coat underneath. His exposed neck made one feel cold just by looking at it.
If the mother were here, she would definitely be heartbroken and keep asking how to take care of the child.
The child raised his head, and it was not known whether he was frozen silly, but his eyes looked dull when he looked at him.
His body was shaking and his nose was red, and he looked like he had been crying.
The woman over there seemed to be arguing at a fever pitch. She was screaming at the top of her lungs, scolding the other person for being shameless.
He didn't focus on his children at all.
He hesitated for a moment, but finally sighed silently in his heart, took off his scarf and handed it to the child.
He regretted taking it off because he was cold, but he was too embarrassed to pull his hand back. Seeing that the other person didn't move, he simply went over and tied the scarf on.
This should make you feel a little better. Go home early and don't stand here.
He watched those eyes come alive a little and felt that he had done another good thing. He silently planned in his mind that he must tell his mother about this when he got home.
"I'm in Tianqin Port now! Do you believe that I can come to your door?"
Isn't this where he lives? What a coincidence.
When he reached the intersection, he saw a car parked there. Behind the rolled-down window, a pancake-like face squeezed out. It smiled at him before he even started talking, its eyes squeezed into slits by its fat.
He gave a polite smile with his almost frozen face and took the book from the other person.
Originally, classes were suspended due to the road closure, and there was a book left at school with homework assigned to him. He asked his deskmate to just take two pictures and show them to him, but he didn't expect that the other party would actually go to school to get them for him.
He attended the primary school under his family's name, and even primary school students understand things like judging the situation and making decisions.
But good intentions taken too far can turn into flattery.
After finally finishing the pleasantries, he went back even faster than when he came.
He counted the houses one by one, and when he saw the unique courtyard that his mother had decorated so carefully, his steps quickened.
There was warm light coming from the half-open door. Inside was cooked food, floor heating at a suitable temperature, and his parents were waiting for him to eat.
All of this was completely torn apart by the sharp female voice that suddenly rang out.
He saw the woman who had been standing on the side of the road shouting in the same high-decibel voice, while his parents were standing on the other side of the living room with ugly expressions on their faces.
He didn't know what was going on. His mother, whose soul had been sucked away, finally came to her senses and told him in a hoarse voice to go back upstairs.
The woman who had been attacking unilaterally for a long time finally got her trump card. She pulled the child hiding behind her in front of her and kept pushing him forward, still shouting.
"This is your son! Don't you even want your own son?"
The gazes that were originally level finally slowly lowered. Before He Yihong could say anything, his mother's face suddenly changed.
She asked the first question of the entire evening.
"Who gave you this scarf?"
The boy who was caught in the center of the storm looked at him helplessly and subconsciously.
He almost forgot what his mood was at that time.
All I can remember is the pair of eyes that looked at him, shocked as if they were looking at a stranger, and the shocked and heartbroken expression.
"You two have teamed up to hide this from me—"
It was a nightmare from which one could never wake up.
The courtyard now is nothing like what I remembered. Although a gardener is called in regularly to take care of it, the craftsmanship and the various little ideas that were full of warmth and love from the former hostess are completely different.
He Mingan looked at the small room next to him.
After so many years of husband-and-wife business, the interests of both families have been fully bound together, and there is no way they can divorce rashly on impulse.
After dealing with that unexpected incident, He Yihong wanted to make peace, but Mrs. He was no longer willing to turn back. She spent most of the year in seclusion in the temple, and only moved into this small room when she came back occasionally.
She didn't want to see her so-called husband, nor did she want to see her son.
He Mingan knew that in the eyes of the other party, he was a traitor who stood on the side of He Yihong.
He wanted to explain, but when he recalled the look in his eyes that looked like a stranger, he had difficulty breathing and couldn't even speak.
I kept delaying like this, until I finally had the courage to step in, and all those words of explanation seemed to have become redundant.
He once thought he was strong enough, so he always helped others as a giver.
But it was not until all this was burst like a bubble that he realized his cowardly nature. He was just hiding in his comfort zone and acting like a child playing house.
In the first few days after the incident, their family affairs were widely discussed in the circle. It seemed that the breakup of a model couple was more interesting than that of a couple suffering from resentment.
Those ladies who had received a lot of help from my mother were all gossiping there, covering their mouths and laughing mischievously from time to time. They were obviously the most innocent people, but they received the most criticism.
The people surrounding He Yihong made jokes about him hiding a beautiful woman in a golden house with winks and expressions that everyone could understand.
After those false tides receded, the world finally revealed its true face.
He seemed to see his surroundings clearly for the first time.
I went to the bathroom and tried to wash my face to calm down. The face of myself in the mirror was covered with water marks, dripping down. I originally wanted to sort out my mood, but it made it worse.
He smashed the glass in front of him with his hands.
This was probably the time when his emotions fluctuated the most.
"Does this mirror have a grudge against you?"
A boy of the same age as him, with a pale and gloomy face, swam silently behind him like a ghost.
He almost thought he saw a ghost during the day.
Then I realized that it was the boy I had met at the party before.
The boy just stood quietly behind him until his emotions were interrupted and he couldn't help asking what was wrong.
"I need to wash my hands."
“…”
The faucet was turned on, and the water kept flowing through the fingers. The mirror, cracked into a spider web, reflected the boy's drooping face, which overlapped with the bloodstains on it, looking extremely shocking.
He then realized that there was a cut on the edge of his palm and felt the pain belatedly.
He did not leave, but stood there motionless.
He didn't know what to do. Perhaps he was waiting for the person in front of him to notice his injuries and show at least a little concern.
It's ridiculous to say it, because not long ago, he considered the other person to be unfortunate and someone who needed his help.
But after washing his hands, the boy looked at himself in the mirror, straightened his clothes, and was about to leave, as if he had an automatic mask installed in his eyes.
For a moment he almost doubted whether the boy in front of him was color-blind.
Before the other person was about to leave, he could only take the initiative to pull the back of the other person's collar and show the wound on his hand with a distressed expression.
The boy's expression finally showed some movement. He held his palms carefully with his cold hands and then exhaled gently a few times.
Does it still hurt?
Those were a pair of rare grey eyes, like the mist that rises when the weather is bad, with an indescribable sense of depression.
Under the gaze of those eyes, he slowly said that it didn't hurt anymore.
Even though the wound was still bleeding.
But the bandage had to be done anyway, so he held the other person's hand tightly, fearing that the person would disappear if he turned around.
The venue was almost entirely populated by adults, and no one noticed the two children. They wandered among the crowd, occasionally hearing some gossip about their family.
He endured it indifferently, just wanting to escape from here quickly.
As they talked, the topic shifted to the Gu family and talked about the woman in the Gu family who passed away not long ago.
"She's really a ghost who died early. It's not worth marrying a woman like this. It will affect your fortune..."
Before he could finish his words, a scream was heard, and he saw the boy pour a glass of red wine directly on him. The expensive suit was ruined in an instant, and the topic naturally could not continue.
His eyes widened slightly.
He remembered that the boy's name seemed to be Gu Yang.
The man who was gossiping glared at him, and he subconsciously protected him behind him.
Gu Yang clung to his back and pretended to be innocent in a very readable voice: "My hand slipped accidentally."
"I'm still a child, uncle, please don't mind it."
Inquiring eyes swept over, but most of them were directed at the men. After all, no one would blame a child in the first place.
The man was too embarrassed to bear it and could only leave in anger.
Looking at the departing figure, the person behind him said "idiot" coldly.
From this time on, there seemed to be signs.
Ayang has always been a little braver than him.
It seems that he is the one who holds the dominant position in this relationship. He has a wider social circle, understands the ways of the world better, and is better able to manage interpersonal relationships.
But there is a membrane between Ayang and the world.
So most of the time I just accept passively and don’t take the initiative to do anything.
But that's fine, maybe this is what he wants.
All he needs to do is keep giving without asking for any feedback, as those responses will make him feel powerless.
He still extends kindness to others.
But he has realized that there is a fundamental difference between his behavior and his mother's past behavior.
For his mother, the act of helping others is enough in itself, but for him, what he wants to see more is the reaction of the person being helped.
All his kindness and goodwill were just for self-satisfaction, to fill his empty, walled heart.
But now, it was Ayang who took the initiative to walk towards him and pushed open the rusty iron door.
He Mingan let out a long sigh and smiled self-deprecatingly.
-"Where are you now?"
The answer to this question was the location that was sent casually. He Mingan sent him back to Gu's house, and he was now lying on his bed.
Xiao Huang has already resigned and left.
Without one person and one cat, the whole house suddenly felt lifeless.
He was in a depressed mood, with the back of his hand against his forehead to block the light from the ceiling, but some light still seeped through his fingers and made his eyes moist.
"Can I come visit you at your house?"
Another message.
Gu Yang made a phone call and asked the servant downstairs to let the people outside in.
After a while, there was a knock on the door and the person who came in was Song Yinxing.
"Why aren't you lying in the hospital? What are you doing here?"
Gu Yang turned over and faced the other person with his back.
Song Yinxing could tell that his tone was even more listless than before, and couldn't help but ask, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Since Gu Yang didn't look at him, he went around to the other side of the bed to look at her.
Gu Yang was too lazy to turn over again, so she could only look at him dimly and pointed at her heart: "My heart is sick."
"You feel uncomfortable in your heart?" Song Yinxing's face looked even worse. "Is it colic or piercing pain? Is it intermittent or continuous? Have you gone to the hospital for a CT scan? Have you had this before? Is there a family history of this?"
Gu Yang was a little confused by the barrage of questions. He blinked twice and asked uncertainly, "Are you going to study medicine in the future?"
Song Yinxing: “…”
"Probably not."
Considering his family situation, he had not considered this kind of profession which requires high investment and is difficult to see returns in a short period of time.
The topic suddenly went off topic and he had to bring it back by himself.
"I heard you had some problems, so I wanted to come and see you."
He had just removed the needle and had a patch on his hand.
"Who told you that?" Gu Yang was still lying on the bed, completely lacking in hospitality skills.
“…your classmates?” Song Yinxing said uncertainly.
Yu Bai finally made a phone call, but he couldn't explain the matter clearly. He could only give a vague account. He was afraid that something might happen to Gu Yang, so he asked Song Yinxing to help keep an eye on the situation.
But the more uncertain the other party sounded, the more panicked he became, so he quickly pulled out the needle and was discharged from the hospital.
"Really?" Gu Yang said lightly, "Then the problem I encountered happened to be caused by them. What should I do?"
Song Yinxing didn't know what had happened between them, and his expression froze slightly.
But Gu Yang had already climbed up from the bed. He supported himself on the bed with his elbows and moved towards Song Yinxing.
"Let's play a little game."
"What game?" Song Yinxing half-knelt beside the bed and asked Gu Yang.
"Guess what I'm thinking right now?"
"If you guess right, I can promise you anything."
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