Ten years ago, I would foolishly believe that he really loved me. But now, the front page of that newspaper told me that I was just having extravagant hopes.
"Mrs. Lian abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side, bringing along the leading spy of the Mu Group."
The biggest cover of that newspaper was the photo of Mu Shiqin and I yesterday. The handsome man and the charming woman, holding hands and smiling at each other, looked so harmonious.
He will never know that yesterday I was still happy for his kindness!
Yesterday, I was still pleasantly surprised that he let me out.
But it's all just another conspiracy.
After leaving the wolf's den and entering the dog's kennel, I will always be his pawn.
Use me to attack Liancheng, use me to attract the attention of the media.
How on earth did it pass through my body and flow so cleanly. I want to know why we grew up in the wind in an instant. Those flowers bloomed, those sunsets, those simple and clear times, those bright youth, and the youth.
Sadness. Maybe one day in the noisy city, we pass by each other. I will stop and stare at the retreating figure. Tell myself, I once loved that person!
"Madam, don't be too sad. I see that Xiaoye's mood has calmed down a lot recently. Before, she would go crazy for a while every day."
I was shocked: "What? Going crazy?"
"Why, didn't Mr. Mu tell you?" The nurse touched Xiaoye's forehead and whispered: "This child is suffering from depression. He will commit suicide as long as it is a rainy night. The wound on his wrist has been stitched several times."
Xiaoye, committed suicide? So it was more than one suicide?
I cried silently.
Looking at Xiaoye curled up in his arms, my heart ached violently.
Xiaoye, was it a mistake to keep you by my side back then?
Four-year-old children lose their innocence early.
When you listen to the laughter of the children in the yard, do you also hate me?
When you can't see what's in front of you, you can't see a beautiful tomorrow.
All that was left in front of him was the hollow void of despair.
Will you blame me?
Blame me for making you suffer pain that does not belong to you prematurely, and for making you lose the beauty of childhood prematurely.
But I can't give you anything.
Some people say that all certainty only accelerates a kind of loss.
Does it hurt you if I hold you so tightly?
Then can you tell me what to do?
Tell me how I should love you.
How to make you feel safe.
Someone tell me!
"Mrs. Lian, you're okay!" The nurse was shocked when she saw my tears and hurriedly handed me a tissue: "Don't be too sad. Although Xiaoye has not recovered her language, I have taken care of this child from the beginning. I
You can feel that this child has a kind of attachment to you."
I looked at the nurse, a little surprised. The nurse smiled and looked at Xiaoye with loving eyes.
"If an ordinary person approaches Xiaoye, Xiaoye will cry and scream. Even when the nurse touches him, he will shrink subconsciously. But you and he don't dodge. After all, mother and son are connected."
My body trembled and I looked at Xiaoye in disbelief: "Is that so? Xiaoye? So you haven't given up on me yet?"
I looked at Xiaoye's expressionless face, tears streaming down my face unconsciously. "I'm sorry for making you laugh."
The nurse handed me a handkerchief and left with a sigh.
I really admire myself for being able to say such sensible things at this time.
But it doesn’t matter, even if life gives you a thousand reasons to cry, you still have a thousand and one reasons to laugh!