That day, as usual, I packed my schoolbag and waited for school to end.
Shen Muyao quietly took a small box out of her schoolbag and put it in my hand.
I looked at her curiously: "What is this?"
"It's your birthday tomorrow, but I probably won't be able to go because I have to go to my piano lesson. I'll give you the present in advance."
"Thank you then."
"You're welcome, we're friends." Her voice was soft, but you could tell she was a little shy.
I reached out and pinched her smooth little face.
It's icy cold.
Just like her usual expression, she speaks to everyone one word at a time.
Fortunately, it's not like that with me, so it doesn't really matter. Even if she keeps saying "uh-huh," I know what she's trying to say.
After all, we are best friends.
We parted ways at the school gate after school.
I searched for my mother in the crowd. She promised to buy me some delicious desserts today, but I couldn't find her.
Just as I was getting a little anxious, I heard that familiar voice.
"Yaoyao, don't run around, I'm here."
Looking in the direction of the sound, I saw my mother waving her hand across the street, with a pretty little box in her other hand.
"Mom, I'm here."
"Yaoyao, don't move, wait for me..."
Bang!
A dull sound rang out.
I stood there, stunned, covering my mouth with my hands, shouting in disbelief at the scene before me.
Many people around screamed and ran to the side.
Traffic police officers maintaining order at the school gate rushed over, shouting.
But I seemed oblivious to all of this, my eyes fixed on my mother lying in a pool of blood.
Around her were cakes scattered all over the floor.
I slowly walked to her side, squatted down, and gently shook her arm.
"Mom, get up, what's wrong?"
"Get up quickly, the ground is cold. Didn't you tell me that I shouldn't lie on the ground?"
"Mom, let's go home, okay? Dad is still waiting for us."
"Tomorrow is my birthday, and you said you would give the world the best gift."
"Mother......"
I tried with all my might to lift my mother up, but I couldn't stand up no matter how many times I tried.
I squatted down beside her, crying my heart out, crying so helplessly.
When I stood in front of the hospital's emergency room and saw my father pleading with the doctor, his voice choked with emotion, I understood.
Mom seems to be...
They're gone.
Why is this happening?
Doesn't everyone say that good people are rewarded?
My mother was such a good person, why did she have to leave like this?
After a long while.
I slowly raised my head and looked out the window.
I think I understand now.
If she hadn't gone to pick me up, would this have happened?
If she hadn't bought that cake, would she have avoided encountering that drunk driver?
If I hadn't wandered over there, would she not have fallen into a pool of blood?
If it weren't for me...
Is it possible that none of this will happen?
When I got home that evening, I saw my dad sitting on the sofa, smoking one cigarette after another, and I felt even worse.
When Mom was alive, Dad never smoked at home.
He must miss his mother very much.
yes.
I really want to too.
He looked up and saw me, forcing a smile onto his pale face.
"Yaoyao, are you hungry?"
Then, as was his habit, he called out, "Jiang Rou, dinner..."
The words stopped abruptly, and the room fell silent.
After a long while, my father came to my side and hugged me, who was crying her eyes out.
"Yaoyao, don't cry, everything will pass, really, everything will pass."
"Dad, it's all my fault. If it weren't for me, Mom wouldn't have died. I..."
The strength in his arm had increased significantly, interrupting me.
"Silly girl, how could this be your fault? It's all the fault of that drunk driver. It's really not your fault."
That night, Dad choked up and said a lot.
I lay in his arms and slowly drifted off to sleep.
For the next few days, I didn't go to school; I just locked myself in my room and sat quietly.
I watched the leaves outside the window slowly fall, counting them one by one.
But as I counted, I started to cry. My mind was filled with trivial things about my life with my mother.
Her father has been busy with her funeral arrangements, and family members have been coming and going in waves.
One morning, my father carried me to a grave.
"Yaoyao, don't blame yourself anymore. It makes Mommy very sad to see you like this. Talk to her."
I stood in front of the tombstone, looking at the photo on it through my tear-filled eyes.
"Mom, are you really not angry with me?"
"But none of this seems to matter anymore."
"I have lost the person who loved me most. Can you come back and take me with you?"
"Mom, I miss you..."
My voice was very soft, without the heart-wrenching cries of those in TV dramas.
When a person is sad to a certain extent, they really don't have the energy to do those things anymore.
After a long while, Dad picked me up, turned around, and walked into the car.
As I looked at the tombstone, my longing for the deceased deepened.
After I got home, I locked myself in my room again.
Sitting on the bed, hugging my knees, I silently watched the falling leaves outside.
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