I quickly calmed Xiao Ye's mood and whispered: "Why not?"
Xiaoye was silent, and after a long time she said: "Mom will not abandon me, her embrace is very warm. Dad also said that he will never leave Xiaoye. They will love Xiaoye. And mom said to let me wait for her here.
She said that since my eyes have healed, she will definitely be the first one I see. Mom won’t lie to me, I will wait for her here.”
Under his struggle, Mu Shiqin had no choice but to put down his thin body. Looking at Xiaoye's appearance, he frowned. He took out a mobile phone from his trouser pocket and walked outside: "Feiyang, this is Mu Shiqin.
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The weak Xiaoye ran to the window and continued to look up at the sky.
I walked up to him and whispered: "Xiaoye, are you still unwilling to forgive mom?"
"I know mom's leaving hurts your heart. But mom does have a last resort."
"You don't know, my mother had a car accident before, and that car accident almost killed me."
"When my mother was lying in the hospital, unable to move, she was thinking about Xiao Ye."
"When I feel uncomfortable, I still think about Xiaoye."
"I know you are a good child, and I also know that you are very scared of your mother's indifference."
"But please believe that I really love you."
I looked at his young body and felt him trembling slightly. It wasn't until a drop of tear fell from Xiaoye's eyes that I hugged him.
The hug was so tight and so deep, as if he wanted to rub him into my body and into my bones. "Xiaoye, my mother was frightened when I found out that you committed suicide. My mother never thought that it would cause you such great harm. I have always
I thought Xiaoye was very strong, but I ignored that you are still a four or five-year-old child."
"It's my mother's fault. She failed to fulfill her duties as a mother."
"Xiao Ye, if you are angry, hit mom. Mom just wants you to get better."
I hugged him and sobbed softly. "But don't deny mommy, okay?"
"Do you know that you look like this, which makes your mother very worried and scared?"
Xiaoye's figure trembled slightly with my words. I looked at him and smiled in his eyes that gradually became fixed.
"Would you like to go to therapy with me? I like a healthy night."
Xiaoye didn't nod or shake his head, so I knew he was loose.
On the evening of the second day, Mu Shiqin took us to a hospital.
"Delusions plus depression."
"Because I can't get what I want in reality, I try my best to avoid certain things. So I make up a imaginary blueprint in the dream center and tell myself that it is true. The treatment method is to use love to influence the child."
It was the psychiatrist who told me and Mu Shiqin the answers and methods.
Seeing the expressionless look on Xiaoye's thin face, Mu Shiqin punched the wall with his fist, with deep self-blame on his face.
I sighed and sat next to Xiaoye, silent.
"Wait for me!" Mu Shiqin glanced at me one last time, was silent for a long time, then turned and left. His tall back looked particularly lonely in the scattered sunlight. Only then did I realize that he seemed to be thinner than before.
A gentle smile, countless loneliness.
Who is with whom? Who abandons whom? Who forgets whom? Who waits for whom? Who loves whom?
Whose heart is still there? Whose heart is broken? Whose heart is sleeping? Whose heart is hard to stay?
In the end, people were wandering around and couldn't figure out who was who.
Who made whom laugh? Who made whom cry? Who held whose hand? Who married whom?