Gu Yan turned over and faced Wang Boyang from the side.
Wang Boyang felt Gu Yan move, and his heart skipped several beats with nervousness.
Fortunately, the lights were off inside, so Gu Yan couldn't see his flushed face.
Gu Yan asked, "Are you asleep?"
Gu Yan's sudden voice was like an electric shock, jolting Wang Boyang's nerves.
Wang Boyang frowned, terrified, and dared not answer.
Pretending to be asleep is the safest way right now.
Gu Yan stretched out his hand and pulled Wang Boyang's arm hard. "Wake up, I can't sleep. Didn't you come to keep me company? If I don't sleep, how can you sleep?"
Wang Boyang bit his lip, his attempt to pretend to be asleep failing.
"Gu Yan."
"You're awake? I couldn't sleep."
"Then, shall we talk?"
"Yes, but we can't talk about Gu Hongxi."
"But Gu Yan, are you really planning to continue this stalemate with your mother?"
Gu Yan didn't answer immediately. After a long while, he slowly said, "I don't know. My mind is in turmoil."
“Actually, I can feel that your aunt really wants to make amends. Maybe you can try to give her a chance.”
"But why did she abandon me in the first place? No matter what the reason, it is not a justification for her to abandon her child."
“Even if she did something wrong, you can forgive her. After all, she gave birth to you; she's your mother who gave you life,” Wang Boyang said, his voice trembling.
"My mom has uremia. Although she's recovering quite well after the surgery, who can say for sure? Maybe one day... she won't be able to be with me for the rest of her life."
At this point, Wang Boyang's voice choked up, his eyes reddened, and tears welled up in them. He tried hard not to let the tears fall, but his slightly trembling shoulders betrayed his inner pain and helplessness.
Upon hearing this, Gu Yan wanted to comfort Wang Boyang, but for a moment he was at a loss, unsure of what to do. He repeatedly pondered the right words, but felt that any words at this moment seemed so pale and powerless.
After trying to calm himself down, Wang Boyang continued slowly, "My mother was there for me for the first half of my life, but not for the second half. Gu Yan, just think of your mother as someone who wasn't there for the first half of your life, but can be there for the second half."
Upon hearing this, Gu Yan felt as if he had been struck a heavy blow deep within his heart, and his hatred for Gu Hongxi began to soften somewhat.
The hatred that was originally as solid as ice seemed to have developed tiny cracks.
Wang Boyang wasn't trying to excuse Gu Hongxi, but he knew that Gu Yan must have longed to reunite with his mother since he was a child. It's just that the time had been too long, so long that the accumulated resentment far outweighed the love they once had.
Gu Yan remained stubborn, biting his lip, and said, "I'm curious about what her difficulties are." His eyes revealed complex emotions, including doubt, resentment, and a desire to explore the truth that had just been stirred.
"Okay, let's hear what she has to say tomorrow."
silence
In a long silence
Gu Yan recalled scenes from his childhood.
As school let out, other children cheered and rushed into their mothers' arms. The mothers gently wiped the sweat from their children's foreheads and asked with concern about their day. At that moment, his legs felt as if they were weighed down by lead, and he could only stare blankly at that heartwarming scene, his heart feeling as if countless ants were frantically gnawing at him: Why isn't my mother by my side? Why can't I enjoy my mother's love like they do?
In the park, children sat affectionately on their mothers' laps, sharing snacks, their joyful laughter echoing in the air. During holidays, seeing other children happily receiving gifts carefully prepared by their mothers, their expressions of surprise and radiant happiness filled him with envy. He would silently murmur to himself: "Mom, do you know how much I long for a gift that is truly mine, even if it's just a small hug?"
Every time he dreamt of his mother's return, he saw her gentle, warm smile, her warm embrace, and her soft, gentle voice calling his name. But upon waking, he found only an empty room and a cold, hard bed.
Thinking of all this, Gu Yan felt as if his heart had fallen into an abyss. Tears welled up uncontrollably in Gu Yan's eyes, and his body trembled with sobs, as if the pain that had been building up in his heart for many years had finally burst forth at this moment.
Wang Boyang felt heartbroken and pulled Gu Yan into his arms, gently patting his shoulder and comforting him in a low and gentle voice: "Gu Yan, it's all over. Let the pain of the past slowly fade away."
Gu Yan was immersed in painful memories and couldn't pull himself out. Wang Boyang's eyes lit up and he started talking about embarrassing things that happened to him in his student days to distract Gu Yan.
"When I was little, my parents were both very busy, so busy that they hardly had time to take care of my daily life. I had to slowly learn to cook on my own. I remember the first time I steamed rice, I had absolutely no idea how to cook rice. I just put the rice in the rice cooker, didn't even know to add water, and naively pressed the cook button, then waited expectantly for the fragrant rice to come out. After waiting for a long, long time, I excitedly opened the rice cooker, only to find that the rice inside was still dry, with each grain separate. I didn't know what went wrong, and I thought the rice cooker was broken. So I had to go hungry until my mom came home at ten o'clock."
Wang Boyang recounted each and every incident, his voice gently echoing in the quiet room. Those past events, whether interesting or embarrassing, seemed to transform into a warm stream, slowly flowing into Gu Yan's heart.
As Gu Yan listened, his emotions gradually calmed down, and his tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
Time slipped by unnoticed, the night grew deeper, and everything around became exceptionally quiet.
Wang Boyang's voice grew softer and slower, eventually becoming indistinct.
Gu Yan's eyes grew heavier and heavier, and he could no longer open them.
The two of them fell asleep in each other's arms.
Their breathing gradually became steady, and a faint sense of relief appeared on their faces.
Like two small boats that have been adrift in the wind and rain for a long time, they have finally found a peaceful harbor where they can dock with peace of mind.
early morning,
Wang Boyang slowly opened his eyes, and what he saw was Gu Yan sleeping peacefully in his arms.
Wang Boyang carefully maintained his posture, like a guardian protecting a precious treasure, even though his arm was protesting with waves of soreness.
He restrained himself from even the slightest movement.
He was afraid that any move he made would wake the person in his arms from their dream.
He stared at Gu Yan quietly, his focused gaze seemingly able to freeze time.
His chest was like the gentlest breeze in spring, or the warmest fire in winter.
In my heart, I couldn't help but repeat over and over again, "I love you, I love you, I love you so much."
His deepest, most precious secret, and his most steadfast vow in this life, resonated within him like the melodious tolling of a bell, striking his soul time and again, or like the ceaseless, surging waves crashing against the shore.
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