Xia You Arbor: Looking to Heaven

Chapter 74 It turns out that you are more miserable than me (2)
Qu Weiran curled up, wrapped the quilt tightly, and even tucked his head into the quilt, Xia Tong was afraid that he would be bored, so he raised his hand and pulled the quilt down for him, but As soon as Qu Weiran's handsome face was revealed, Xia Tong was stunned suddenly, she just raised her hand like this, and after a long time, she stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears on his face bit by bit.Xia Tong suddenly felt very sad, especially sad, that feeling was even sadder than when she was being bullied, her eye circles slowly turned red, and tears fell drop by drop, she said to him: "Qu Weiran, you do not Cry."

But he hugged his body and said in a hoarse voice: "It's so cold...I'm so cold...Help me...Help me..."

After a long silence, Xia Tong closed her eyes tightly, squatted down sadly, and cried, "Idiot, why did you ask for help now? Why didn't you ask for help then? If you cry...if you cry... ...someone will definitely save you..."

Xia Tong covered her mouth and cried hard, why did she pretend to be so strong, why did she have to be so stubborn, why did she keep wearing a mask all the time?

Qu Weiran, why do you make yourself live so hard?

Why, you are more bitter than me?
Xia Tong couldn't bear it anymore, squatted beside Qu Weiran's bed, and burst into tears, the tears, drop by drop, were all for him.

After that, Xia Tong never cried for herself again, every tear she shed was for him, for that boy named Qu Weiran...

Later, Xia Tong heard from the neighbor's aunt that Qu Weiran's mother and Qu Weiran's lunatic father were a very loving couple many years ago. After three years of marriage, Qu Weiran's father suddenly fell ill. Only then did my mother find out that their family had a history of mental illness. Qu Weiran's father had been mildly mentally ill since he was a child.

But after getting married, it suddenly became serious. In order to treat her lover's illness, Qu Weiran's mother began to work hard to make money outside, but she was only a woman after all, and the money she earned was very little, which was not enough to treat his father. sick.As her lover's illness became more and more frequent, Qu Weiran's mother went astray for the sake of money. She was already beautiful, but she managed to hook up with a rich man just by posing casually. Became the mistress of a rich man, specially defrauding money from the rich man, and treating her lover's illness after defrauding the money.

Then, his mother became pregnant, and even she herself couldn't tell who the child belonged to. She told the big money that it was the big money's child, and told the madman that it was the madman's child.

The big money is also a family man, and he doesn't want to care if the child is his own, let alone take the child home; on the contrary, he is a lunatic, who likes this child very much, and always hugs and loves this child when he is awake. , showing off everywhere, this is his son.

But... that was only when he was awake.

After hearing this, Xia Tong couldn't help thinking, since the big money thinks Qu Weiran is his child, why didn't Qu Weiran ask him for help?If the big money is willing to help him, then he can get rid of his mentally ill father, and he won't have to suffer and suffer!Why didn't he ask for help?
Why even when he was beaten to death by his father, he just stood stubbornly in the cold pond and let him beat and scold him without moving?
"Why didn't you ask for help?" On a sunny afternoon, Xia Tong sat beside the hospital bed, looking at Qu Weiran who was covered in bruises, and finally couldn't help asking this sentence.

"Help?" Qu Weiran asked back, "To whom?"

"Your father, the rich one."

As soon as Xia Tong mentioned this person, Qu Weiran sneered disdainfully, raised her thin lips and said, "Are you joking?"

"Huh?" Xia Tong was puzzled.

Qu Weiran raised his hand, touched the scar on his neck, lowered his head and said, "Do you think he is a good person? I will only make our family die faster if I ask him for help. He will kill my mother and make my mother die." Kill that lunatic, and then arrest me for a paternity test. If it turns out that I'm his son, that's fine, if not..."

Qu Weiran touched the wound and said lightly: "I will be killed by him together with my mother, my crazy father."

"What if it is?" Xia Tong asked stubbornly, "What if you are his son?"

"Then what if it's not! What if I'm really the son of a lunatic!" Qu Weiran roared excitedly, "What if I'm really the son of a lunatic?"

Qu Weiran turned to look at Xia Tong, and said softly, "I'd rather die than be his son."

"But I have no choice," Qu Weiran said after a moment of silence, "This is the only thing in a person's life that cannot be chosen. This is my fate, I accept it."

"However, you can choose what kind of person you want to be in the future." He looked into the distance, gently rubbed the bruised wound on his neck, and said softly, "I don't want to become like a lunatic. I don't want to hurt Anyone, I don't want to get angry, I don't want to hit people, I don't want anyone to fear me."

After finishing speaking, he smiled slightly, looked at Xia Tong and said, "You know what? I'm afraid that I will become him in the future."

When he said this, there was a gleam of fear in his eyes, and Xia Tong suddenly remembered that that day, when he found himself pinching the neck of the milk tablet, he had the same look in his eyes, so flustered, scared, annoyed, but stubborn trying to hide those emotions.

Xia Tong looked at him, his eyes were slightly sore, he opened his mouth, but didn't say anything.She walked forward, raised her hand to touch his wound, and rubbed it gently. Xia Tong lowered her head and did not speak. There was silence in the white ward. It took her a long time to raise her head and look at him. Looking at him, he said: "Qu Weiran, you will not become him. I will be by your side, always by your side, watching you, and I will definitely not let you become him."

When she said this, she pressed her hand gently on his heart. Her hand was very warm, while his heart was cold, but for some reason, the faint warmth penetrated into his heart little by little through the clothes. The skin, conveyed to his heart.

So, he smiled, that smile was different from the usual masked smile, that smile was particularly bitter, and there were tears in his eyes, at that time, Xia Tong felt so sorry for that boy, at that time, She thought, no matter what he becomes in the future, in her heart, Qu Weiran will always be a kind and good boy.

(End of this chapter)