“…”
His lips moved as if he was saying something.
But the piano sound next to Su Mingan's ears was too loud. "Moonlight Sonata" lingered in his mind, and those high and low notes kept bothering him.
He forgot how he walked to her side, listened to what she begged and cried, and then watched her silently.
He didn't save her. She had finally made up her mind. If he overturned the basin at this moment, she would be in agony.
But what he didn't expect was that in the end she was the one who knocked over the basin of water, gave up on suicide, and sat on the ground all wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was blood, water, or red bean paste all over.
…
[“Suddenly, a strong wind blew up on the sea, rolling up huge waves. The waves, shining brightly in the moonlight, rushed towards the shore one after another…”]
…
She sat on the ground, wet, not looking at him, but looking out the window.
The Moonlight Sonata, which was not played by anyone, seemed to flow into her ears at this moment.
He didn't understand why she gave up. Maybe she left the door open on purpose. If he cared about her, stopped playing the piano and went to find her, she would stop committing suicide. If he didn't go to find her, it meant she deserved to die.
The child came over and expressed concern about her behavior - once again she voluntarily put herself into the "cage".
If he didn't come, she would leave peacefully. This was her last struggle in the world.
Su Mingan felt confused. Should he not have come? His concern seemed to push her into the vortex of pain again.
But the mother suddenly hugged Su Mingan, crying and wailing, telling her struggle and pain, saying: Because you are here, I will not leave. Mom is sick and can't control herself, but mom really loves you...
Su Mingan covered his chest. He felt as if a strange fire was rising in his chest. This fire began to resonate with the fire in his mother's chest, like the pain of an unbreakable bloodline, making the pain of both of them continuous.
He could not forgive her domestic violence, but he had long understood her pain.
But at this moment, moonlight, moonlight.
The moonlight flowed like snow-white waves, rushing towards them one after another, like a boat swaying on the moonlit surface of Lake Lucerne in Switzerland...
This made the paroxetine and citalopram on the table glow with a light yellow hue, the blades that fell to the ground sparkled like water, and the photo of the young woman on the wall glowed with a happy smile...
…
That night, he looked into his mother's pupils.
There was moonlight in her pupils.
…
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