Rebel Demon King

Chapter 1263 Ragnarok of the Gods (41)

"You lied, you lied, you say that every time but I still want to take medicine every day and go to the hospital every week"

Cheng Mo heard his choking voice, and the smile that made him indulge became a trap. He woke up instantly, looked down at Lin Yiqing, and his heart gradually became cold.He thought: You really lied to me.This disease will never get better. Even now, this disease is always like a incurable disease, firmly rooted in my heart.

He stared at the change of Lin Yiqing's expression, savoring the pain and embarrassment of her smile, and he felt relieved that he had exposed her lie.This pleasure is like rough sandpaper, scratching away the rust on his heart again and again.

He wanted to see how she coaxed her young and ignorant self, but she didn't say anything more, maybe because she didn't want to give an answer, or maybe she couldn't respond.She hugged him tightly, and quickly moved away from the bouncing ball and those childish laughter.

The trees on both sides of the concrete road kept retreating. Lin Yiqing, who was holding him, was as thin as a cardboard man who would fall down when the wind blows. He probably had developed super strong arms a long time ago. Even though he was thin, he could still hug him. He moves quickly.When she walked through the concrete road glowing with sunset and reached the gate of the old building, Cheng Mo moved above Lin Yiqing again without warning.

At this moment, he saw Lin Yiqing walking alone through the elm tree with mixed light and shadow, and in those crystal eyes stood a stubborn soul that was shattered by his words.For some reason, the joy in his heart faded like a tide, and he became a little sad and depressed for no reason.

His mood became complicated, like a complete brain divided into countless fragments by various emotions, mixed together and turned into chaos.

Lin Yiqing walked into the corridor, passed through his empty body, and he followed her back home, staring at the woman numbly as she put herself on the sofa, Xiao Mo wiped her tears.

"Trust mom, you'll be fine soon," she said.

Cheng Mo saw himself nodding like a chicken pecking rice, then obediently took the picture book from Lin Yiqing's hand, and began to read quietly.He thinks that anyway, his parents' education for him is still very successful, even when he should not be sensible, he is already very sensible.

Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't know whether this is a kind of domestication or a kind of cruelty.

In short, the education of his parents in childhood has left a deep imprint on his heart, and these imprints have always been reflected in his behavior.He knows that there is also a reason for his own heart disease. He thinks that if there is no heart disease, he will have a happy childhood.

He stood by the sofa, looked at Lin Yiqing and comforted him for a while, then went to the kitchen.She took out the old Nokia from her pocket and put it next to the chopping board, turned around and opened the refrigerator door, and took out some vegetables, including beef, celery, onion, broccoli, and shrimp. They were all very healthy things. sink.Probably because she was too tired, she turned on the tap, sat on the low stool by the kitchen door, leaned against the lintel and closed her eyes to rest.

Lin Yiqing's expression was a little sleepy, compared to the green leaves washed by the clear water column in the sink, she was like a broken leaf in the vegetable market.The setting sun sprinkled on her sweaty face through the window, which actually gave her a terrific sense of death.

She woke up in just one or two minutes, got up quickly, took off the cartoon apron at the door and hung it around her neck.It was a pale pink apron with a blue fat man on it.

Then Cheng Mo remembered that Lin Yiqing was only 28 years old at this time.When she gave birth to him, it wasn't long before she left her identity as a girl.This is the kind of girl who carries herself from home to the hospital every month and every month, and then returns home from the hospital. Even though she is exhausted, she still supports her body to make clothes and food for him, read to him, and watch cartoons with him.
She, in fact, has been struggling to support it, right?
Messy memory fragments flashed before his eyes one by one, and Cheng Mo felt that his chaotic feeling full of fragments gradually returned to a stable order.His breathing, his mood, gradually returned to calm, no longer like a raging wave.

Just at this time, Lin Yiqing, who was chopping vegetables, turned her head to look at him again. Even if the focus of her gaze was on him who was reading a book on the sofa, even if it wasn't him at this time, he still felt that he was separated from him by a distant time. She looked at each other.From her night-like pupils, he seemed to have glimpsed some feelings in her heart.

He knew that for her, the most difficult thing to accept was not the hardships day after day, but such hardships, but she could not see the hope of her recovery.

Not seeing hope is the burden that crushes her.

He felt that her departure was not unforgivable.

In fact he had forgiven her.

Those scenes of him lying on the small bed alone listening to the pouring rain outside the window, those scenes of him sitting alone in the classroom watching other children play, those scenes of him going to school by bus alone, and those scenes of him going to the hospital for examinations all changed. Feeling distant and indifferent, like old photos slowly sinking into the water.

With a long sigh, Cheng Mo said to the air: "Nebuchadnezzar, what do you want to see?? If you want to see me break the defense, that's impossible. If you want to see Until I forgive the past, then I really have let go."

No one responded to his heavy sigh as if he was talking to himself, as if he was the only one who could hear what he said.

He waited for a while, and there was still nothing extra happening in this room, just like a normal family.Cheng Mo felt that he had returned to the starting point, and went around again. He saw some ordinary and extraordinary things, and because of this, his heart became peaceful.

He thought it was time for him to say goodbye to the past.

So he glanced at himself sitting on the sofa holding a book, and walked towards the door.When passing by the door of the kitchen, Lin Yiqing had already finished her preparations and was cooking.Seeing the frying pan she used for cooking, he couldn't help but stop again.His father Cheng Yongze also likes to use olive oil and a frying pan for cooking. This habit must have originated from Lin Yiqing who came back from abroad.

Cheng Mo was a little curious about how his father felt about Lin Yiqing's departure.This matter seems to be a taboo topic between father and son.When he was still naive, he knew that he wanted his mother in circles, and his father also responded in circles with various philosophical stories and ruthless realism.When he grows up and becomes sensible, he will not ask any more questions, as if there is no such person in the world.

He thought about it for a while, if he really had a chance to see her again one day in the future, he would still say "thank you" to her, no matter what, she was the one who gave him life after all.

The setting sun outside the window is gradually fading, the window with cellophane looks like a church window, the noise of children playing outside gradually dissipates, and the world gradually quiets down, as if entering the time of prayer.

He continued to walk forward, and when he was about to pass through the door, the phone in the kitchen rang, and then he heard the sound of Lin Yiqing turning off the fire, followed by a short conversation in English.

"Not yet?"

"Uncle Li, I can't wait any longer."

"I know. I know it's dangerous."

"It's my son's birthday soon. I'll go after his birthday."

This ambiguous conversation reminded Cheng Mo of the information he found in Ou Yu's documents. He died in Europa's grandfather, Lin Daoxian. It's James Lee.Moreover, according to the information, Lin Yiqing was captured by Stargate in 2018, and her father had just gone to Denver, where she was killed by the stick of God.

Could it be that Lin Yiqing had to leave for some compelling reason?

He closed his eyes and covered his head, regretting that he only remembered at this time.Probably because I have been hurt so deeply all the time, and I saw my mother suddenly, so those vague materials were all overwhelmed by strong emotions.

"But why?"

At this moment, the door lock clicked lightly.Cheng Mo turned his head and saw the lock bolt turned twice, Cheng Yongze opened the door and walked in.

Father is wearing a white shirt, a gray sweater cardigan, and light gray linen slacks. The sweater is hand-woven by Lin Yiqing, and the leather shoes are also British style made by Lin Yiqing. Although they are not luxury brands, they look elegant and have the style of returnee elites. style.Unlike later, after Lin Yiqing left, his father wasted his looks and became a rustic programmer.

Originally, Cheng Mo's feelings about Lin Yiqing's departure were only in the word "leave". Now when he saw his father, he realized that it was far more than just the word "leave".

Cheng Mo stared at his father's young and handsome face and forgot to think. When his father took off his shoes and walked in, he noticed that his father was still holding a beautiful paper bag. There are waves like the sea.My father went straight into the dining room, and put the blue paper bag on the small marble dining table. Later, when they moved, this dining table still followed them, and it is still placed in the room of Dingwangtai until now. In the dining room of the house.After putting the paper bag away, my father stood by the kitchen and talked with Lin Yiqing, mainly talking about the content of the work and some research progress.After Lin Yiqing finished cooking, his father brought the dishes to the table.Lin Yiqing took off her apron, and she went to the room and led herself over.At this time, my father had turned off the lights in the dining room, and put on a piece of exquisite fruit mousse cake, and inserted six red birthday candles on it.

At this time, the setting sun has already faded away, the starlight outside the window is dim, and the candlelight in the room is dense, and all the people and objects exude an indescribable feeling in the halo of the flame - ethereal, far away, untouchable and unsustainable .

Memory is recovering, like a thawing glacier.

He remembered that this day had been changed to November 11, [-], which was his birthday.

In the small dining room, warm candlelight floats, and the light singing of "Happy Birthday" rippling.After singing, Lin Yiqing held his little hand and asked him to blow out candles and make a wish.He sat with his eyes closed and blew out the candles, raised his head on a high stool, and said in a childish voice: "I hope I don't have to go to the hospital, so that mom won't have to work too hard."

At this second, he saw tears welling up in Lin Yiqing's eyes again, and those crystal clear tears looked like bright diamonds in the candlelight.

He looked at the family sitting around the small dining table to eat, talking happily, as if the night had always been so noisy, maybe like all families, enjoying each other's sincere company.There is no atmosphere more intimate than this scene.He understood that all of this happened for him, and the scene in front of him was the happiest part of his life before he got Ouroboros.

But everything is just a fantasy bubble, which will soon disappear into nothingness.

After that day, Lin Yiqing left without saying goodbye.

That is to say "waited for his birthday" on the phone.

He tried his best to recall, trying to trace back from his vague memory, but he couldn't remember what happened that night. Even though the replay was in front of him, and the clock of time was turned back to the past, he still couldn't find it. Any indication that the mother is leaving.

He was firmly nailed to this room, clenched his fists, and waited for the God of Time to give him a hint.

It was supposed to be a moment of reminiscing happiness, but Cheng Mo was extremely tormented. He watched the family happily cutting the cake with anxiety. He remembered that for many years after that, he hated the taste of fruit mousse cake.Then the family cleaned up the dishes together, and he thought of those greasy takeaways and the tasteless food his father made.Then his mother hugged him and read a book with him on the sofa. He had long forgotten what book he was reading that night. At this moment, he saw the title of the book "Selected Poems and Letters of Emily Dickinson", It's too bad that he didn't like these literary works very much, especially those female writers and poets. This situation changed only after meeting Mr. Shen.

Finally it was time for him to go to bed, Lin Yiqing put the book on the table, sent him to bed, read poems to lull him to sleep, then gently closed the door of his room, went to her bedroom to start Packing up, tidy up.

Father is also silently helping.

Cheng Mo knew that the answer was about to be revealed, he couldn't wait to walk to the door of the bedroom, and heard his father say: "Are you sure you want to go back?"

"Have to go back. I've had enough of this. I don't want to take it anymore."

"We can wait for Xiao Mo to grow up a bit and give him a heart transplant."

Lin Yiqing straightened up and said firmly, "Can he survive a heart transplant in this condition? Even if he has a heart transplant, how long can he live with so many sequelae?"

Father fell silent, and after a while he said: "Are you sure there is really a 'God gene' in this world?"

Lin Yiqing finished packing, closed the box, and looked up at her father, "My father has been engaged in this research all his life, and his company was forced to sell because of the 'God Gene', and later he died in Europa because he was in 'Temple Mount' found the 'God Gene'. Not long before his death, the last email he sent me was to ask me to leave America quickly. In that email, he also shared his research results with the God Gene The location told me. As long as I can get it back, Xiao Mo will recover." She laughed, "At that time, Xiao Mo will no longer have to go to the hospital, and he can also play and exercise like other children , you can eat whatever you want, and go wherever you want.”

(End of this chapter)