Cheng Xin's change made Chen Moyan relieved. He was always worried that her state would affect the children.
I dare not say that it is not good for her to be like this, for fear that she may have postpartum depression or something.
When she gave birth, Cheng's mother was not in good health and it was inconvenient to accompany her.
So Chen Moyan and Yun Fei accompanied her throughout the whole process. There are always inconveniences for two grown men.
The services at the confinement center are very considerate, but they are only responsible for taking care of her body, so if she feels uncomfortable in any way, they don't really understand.
Many years later, Chen Moyan, who was over fifty years old, sat on the hospital bed and stared at his father who looked too old to look young in front of him.
My heart was filled with grief, and time seemed to have returned to the night I sent my mother away.
Cheng Xin thoughtfully led her three sons out of the ward, leaving the last time for the father and son.
Yunfei's consciousness was a little blurred, and his memory seemed to be confused. Although the son in front of him was old enough to be a grandfather, he seemed to see little Moyan.
"Xiaoyan, smile more and talk more. Dad doesn't like your gloomy look with your head lowered. Children should be sunny and cheerful."
"Dad." Chen Moyan's voice sounded much older.
"Hey, dad is here. When dad gets better, I will take Xiaoyan to buy building blocks to play with. I heard that a new one has been released." Yunfei's eyes were a little distracted.
"Dad, thank you!" Chen Moyan murmured sadly in his ear: "Thank you for coming and saving my life and my mother's."
Hearing these words, Yunfei closed his eyes peacefully, keeping a smile on his face.
"Dad!" The man couldn't restrain his painful and suppressed cry, which sounded in the ward.
"dad!"
"grandfather…"
Zhang Yuezhen and the children outside the door also pushed in and cried bitterly.
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My life is dark and gloomy.
My name is Chen Moyan, I have a weak and miserable mother and an alcoholic and violent father.
I pity my mother and hate my father. I have been suppressing the monster in my heart.
It was screaming at me all the time, telling me to kill that man, but I knew I couldn't do that.
This is a society ruled by law. I cannot commit crimes. I can be covered in mud, but I cannot touch the bottom line.
I have also called the police, but each time it ended with my father sincerely admitting his mistake and my mother bitterly forgiving me.
I know the reason why my mother compromised, because of me! She hoped that I could study hard, get ahead, and escape from that small, dark rental house full of alcohol and violence.
However, I let her down...
I failed to study hard, and my mind was unsettled. I was worried about the hopeless tuition for the next semester. I felt sorry for her that she had to work early and late to suffer for me, and I hated my background.
When I was a child, I often thought, would my mother be happier without me? And I would be free...
My mother died unexpectedly and that man was imprisoned. Everyone looked at me with sympathy.
Their remarks ranged from scolding their father to expressing their hatred for their mother.
"It's okay for such a domestically violent man to marry even if he's been beaten so many times. He's called the police for mediation and still doesn't want a divorce. Isn't this a masochist?"
"That's why it is said that poor people must be hateful."
"It's a pity that their son's clothes have turned white after washing. Now that he has no parents, how will he live in the future?"
"What a pity. With parents like that, what do you think their children can be? I heard they often fight with others and like to do petty thefts."
"It's true that dragons give birth to dragons and phoenixes give birth to phoenixes, and mice give birth to sons who can dig holes."
I am unable to refute these rumors, nor do I want to refute them.
The house was unclean. The landlord cursed our family, threw all their belongings out, and kicked me out.
"I'm so unlucky to meet a family like yours, get out! Get out of here quickly, if you weren't still young, I would have to ask you to compensate for my losses." The landlady faced the place where he was standing unluckily.
Spit.
"Don't let me see you again, Sangmen Xing."
I silently picked up my mother's things. As for the man's things, I threw them all into the trash can.
I took my luggage, settled down on a bench in the park, washed up in the public toilet, and ate with the money my mother had left before she died.
When I meet acquaintances, they always point at me, either calling me a thief or calling me the son of a murderer.
Only the landlady at the place where my mother worked part-time sympathized with me and gave me some handiwork to do. The money was not much, just enough for me to eat.
Later, I visited that man once. He was very excited when he saw me and asked me to save some money for him. He lived there and had a very hard time without money.
I laughed when I heard this, and in his shocked eyes, I said the most vicious words to him, "I am happy to know that you are not having a good life.
You don’t think that in my heart, you are my father? No, I want to end you in the middle of the night day and night.
I am your child! Why do you think I am simple, honest and obedient?
I'm just as bad as you.
Reform yourself well, and if you find it painful, then go and die, I will never see you again."
At Chen Wenxu's vicious curses, I turned around and left, and he was controlled by the police and sent back to the cell.
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After leaving the prison, I was not in a good mood. I was so depressed that I got drunk again.
Walking by the river, the wind was blowing. In fact, I wouldn't have made a mistake. It was just what I was thinking at the time.
If I die in the river, can the mud on my body be washed away and I can be reincarnated into a normal family in my next life as an innocent person?
So my foot was empty...
When I woke up again and heard the violent storm outside the window, I was a little confused.
The light of the night light allowed me to clearly see the face of the person who embraced me to sleep. It was a familiar face that I had seen in my midnight dreams.
Mother, mother in her youth...
What was I thinking at that time? I thought that God was really unfair. Even if I died, I would have to go back to this home and experience it all over again.
The pain of Ling Chi is nothing more than that.
However, what happened next was different from the memory.
My father set up a stall and started a business. He gave my mother a lot of living expenses every month. My mother no longer worried about money, and the smile on her face became brighter and brighter.
There is no alcohol smell on that man's body anymore. He loves to be clean and takes care of himself neatly every day. There is always only the fragrance of soap on his body.
He would take us out to play, plan to save money to buy a house, send me to school, worry about me being bullied by my classmates, and buy me toys.
She can make mom happy, she can accompany us considerately, and she can patiently calm our bad moods...
The first Superman he gave me was a week after I was reborn. I put it on my bedside. He thought I liked Superman.
Later, whenever there was a new model, she would buy it for me. My mother felt distressed and said it was such a waste of money.
He always said with a smile: "I make money just to make you two happy."
In fact, he doesn't know that what I like is not Superman, but because he is like a warrior and pays for my mother and me without any regrets.
He fearlessly held up a bright sky for them, as if with him, my mother and I only needed to do whatever we wanted to do.
He still noticed it, so the gift he gave later became building blocks. Look, he was always so reassuring, and he only cared about me and my mother.