[Chapter 50 Shen Mochen Extra]
Shen Mochen’s talent for designing clothes actually comes from his mother.
His mother was once hailed as "the most outstanding and talented designer". The clothes she designed are spiritual and unique, with their own characteristics, and are deeply loved by the public.
But such a promising designer fell in love with a superficial scumbag in the year when he was at the peak of his fame. He was also his father who only lived in his mother's mouth.
My mother had sex with the unknown father and got pregnant with him when she was still unsure of her relationship with him.
After learning that my mother was pregnant, the unknown father disappeared overnight and even took away all of my mother's savings.
When the mother just found out she was pregnant, she was deceived and betrayed by the scumbag. She could have stopped the loss in time and chosen to have an induced abortion, but the mother loved the unknown father deeply and even chose to keep him because of this love.
But after giving birth to him, his mother could no longer pick up a paintbrush due to postpartum depression.
Maybe because of this, his mother placed all her hopes on him.
Ever since he was old enough to understand, he has been staying in his small, dark studio and painting non-stop.
In addition to paper and pen, he also had a very soft plush bear to keep him company.
He falls asleep holding the teddy bear every day and only comes out of the dark studio when his mother comes to check on him.
My mother's illness is very serious. Sometimes she is crazy and sometimes she is lucid.
When she was awake, she would always hug him and talk about her past in a soft voice.
When he was crazy, she would lock him up and make him practice and draw non-stop.
If the painting is good, his mother will touch his head and praise him.
If he didn't draw well, his mother would go crazy and beat him, then lock him up and tell him that if he couldn't draw well and couldn't design a piece of clothing that satisfied her, she didn't want him anymore.
He painted one picture after another in darkness and fear, and his small studio was piled with endless drawing paper.
But my mother was never satisfied.
When he showed his mother his last painting, she went completely crazy.
She madly tore up all the drawing papers, screamed in despair, and threw everything in her hands at him.
That time, he thought he was going to be beaten to death.
But in the middle of the process, my mother woke up.
Seeing him lying on the ground covered in blood, his mother was in a daze for a long time.
Later, she calmly called 120, but committed suicide with a knife before the rescue arrived.
The blood spurting from his mother's neck completely dyed the torn papers on the ground red. He heard his mother say this as she fell down.
"Why did I give birth to you? Why can't you draw well at all..."
At that time, he didn't know that his mother was sick. He only knew that his mother didn't want him anymore because he didn't paint well.
After being taken in by the orphanage, he kept thinking, if he could design clothes that his mother liked, would his mother come to pick him up?
He painted for a long time, until he grew up and understood what death was. He knew that his mother would never come back, but he couldn't get over it.
There was a voice deep in his heart, constantly telling him:
Why can't you draw well?
It’s because you can’t do well that your mother doesn’t want you!
It’s all because of you…
"Dad, the clothes you made are so beautiful, Nuannuan loves them so much!!!"
His five-year-old daughter, wearing the clothes he made, rushed over with a smile and hugged him and kissed him adorably.
"Don't bother Dad, he's just recovered from his illness."
His wife came up and prepared to take their daughter away.
His daughter sat in his arms, her gurgling voice full of innocence.
"Mom, I won't make a fuss. I just want Dad to hold me."
The wife laughed, "You're trying to coax Dad into making you more little skirts, right?"
Daughter: "It looks good! Nuannuan likes it! I want it!"
His daughter looked at him with sparkling eyes, sparkling with admiration that made his heart tremble.
"Yeah, Mom likes it too."
As his wife spoke, she looked at him with a smile and winked at him playfully. "Dear Chenchen, I'll have to rely on you for my clothes from now on~"
The daughter tilted her head, her little face rosy, and shook her head as she imitated her wife's speech.
"Dear Chenchen, I need more clothes in the future... Mom, what should I say next? Nuannuan forgot."
His wife was amused and he couldn't help laughing too.
He buried his head in his wife's shoulder to hide the tears that he couldn't hold back.
Suddenly, my mother appeared before my eyes again.
With a gentle smile on her face, she stroked his head gently and said to him.
"Our Chenchen did a great job."
Shen Mochen smiled with relief, hugged his wife and daughter tightly in his arms, and the shackles deep in his heart were opened.
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