"Why? It was you who abandoned my son and me. Why are you pretending to be affectionate now? Besides, haven't you remarried, Madam Meng?"
Every word Lu Zhiye spoke was like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath, tearing Yan Wenqing's heart to pieces.
"No, that's not it. I don't want you."
Her eyes were tearful, her voice was choked, and even the scar on her face looked a little more hideous.
"When I gave birth to you, your father and grandfather secretly went to the mountains to hunt and never came back.
I had no milk and you were crying because of hunger. Your grandma said she wanted to take some things to the county town to exchange for some milk powder.
But she is so old and her legs and feet are not in good condition.
So I took my things and prepared to go to the county to exchange them. In order not to attract other people's attention, I could only go over the mountain and go from the other side of the village.
But, but who could have thought that on such a dark and windy night, I would actually slip down the cliff.
Later I was rescued, but I also lost all my memories.”
A few short words cannot describe all the sufferings of these years, not only for Yan Wenqing, but also for Lu Zhiye and the others.
"So what do you mean now? Acknowledge me. And then continue to be my mother?"
When Lu Zhiye asked this question, there was still some hope in his heart.
He realized that his mother was not like what people in the village said, that she could not endure hardship and ran away.
I also realized that I was not a child that was unwanted by my mother.
Lu Zhiye was happy in his heart, as if all the misery of his childhood was healed by the words "I don't abandon you".
Yan Wenqing paused while wiping away her tears, then spoke hesitantly, "At the beginning, I didn't know my identity.
She followed Comrade Meng back to Beijing and survived as his deceased wife.
I also had to take care of his child who was less than three years old. I thought this would be my life.
so………"
"So you are willing to be someone else's mother? Or even someone else's wife?"
The little warmth that Lu Zhiye had just ignited seemed to be blown away by the cold wind.
Yan Wenqing was also very sad. No one knew her inner struggle. Old Meng had always respected her for so many years.
The two even had a child a few years ago.
After Yan Wenqing recovered her past memories, she couldn't face herself.
She and her husband once had such a good relationship.
There was even a moment when she hated herself for having to think about the past. Couldn't she just live her life in a muddle?
The struggle and sadness on her face seemed ridiculous to Lu Zhiye.
He straightened his clothes, took out the yellowed photo from his arms, and threw it on Yan Wenqing's lap along with a pocket watch.
“My father was holding this photo before he died.
Even though his whole body was swollen from being soaked, he still held on tightly.
Grandma said this watch is a token of love between you and father.
Now that you have a new family.
There's no point in me keeping this thing, and I won't rush to recognize someone else's mother as my own.
Just pretend you've never given birth to me. Take care, Madam Meng!"
After Lu Zhiye said these words, he left.
Who is at fault in this matter? No one is at fault.
Lu Zhiye believed that if Yan Wenqing had not lost her memory, she would have come back to look for her.
But where is the if? He threw the things to Yan Wenqing just to make her remember that man.
As for him? It doesn't matter!
Anyway, I have spent most of my life without parents in both of my previous lives.
Lu Zhiye bought a bus ticket back to Tonghe County overnight. He had a cold and handsome face. The snow had clearly begun to melt and it was spring.
He was still ice-cold all over.
Standing by the big river at the entrance of the village, the sound of flowing water made him feel bitter.
The river that took his father's life is now beginning to melt.
Lu Zhiye returned home in the middle of the night. Wen Sihe has always been a night owl and heard the noise next door.
He quickly got up, put on his clothes and went to Lu Zhiye's house.
She knocked quietly on the back door, again and again.
This made Lu Zhiye, who had been feeling very irritable in the room, feel inexplicably calmer.
Opening the back door, Wen Sihe took his arm.
Complaining softly: "Why did it take so long to open the door!"
Lu Zhiye's big hand fell on the soft flesh on her waist, and he couldn't help but pinch it a few times.
“I didn’t hear it at first.”
Wen Sihe is a person who is extremely sensitive to other people's emotions. Especially after she traveled through the book, she always pays attention to other people's emotional changes unconsciously.
I was afraid that I might say something wrong and arouse other people's suspicion.
Now she clearly felt that Lu Zhiye was in a bad mood, or to be exact, a very bad mood.
Wen Sihe was a little confused. In the book, apart from the male and female protagonists, Lu Zhiye and those people who had a good relationship with him would cause his emotions to fluctuate.
Who made him so depressed?
She sat on the kang, reached out and touched Lu Zhiye's face, and asked, "What's wrong? I feel like you're in a bad mood."
Lu Zhiye was surprised at her sensitivity and did not hide anything from her.
Talking about his mother.
In Lu Zhiye's heart, Wen Sihe is his woman, and they will spend their lives together.
Some things are better to be known earlier. He has a strong premonition that his entanglement with Yan Wenqing will not end here.
Wen Sihe's warm little hands gently stroked Lu Zhiye's slightly stiff hair, and she spoke softly, "We can't stay in this small mountain village forever.
Have you thought about how to face her in the future? I have also heard about the Meng family in Beijing. If you want to hear it, I will tell you. "
There was questioning and caution in her voice.
Wen Sihe's attitude made Lu Zhiye laugh. He stretched out his big hand and rubbed Wen Sihe's hair fiercely: "I have grown up, and I am no longer the child who cried and shouted for my mother when I was young.
Don’t worry about it. What’s more…”
He lowered his head slightly and whispered a few words in Wen Sihe's ear.
This caused Wen Sihe's pretty face to blush, and she reached out and punched him hard a few times!
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