Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 101 The Truth
But now it is too difficult to see Duan Yicheng again.

Unsurprisingly, Song Xiaolin was blocked at the door, and the little police officers refused to let her in.

At the critical moment, Butler Chen drove up.

She seemed to see a savior.

At that time, she was only thinking about meeting Duan Yicheng, thus ignoring Steward Chen's not so clear face.

Finally, under her various requests, Steward Chen still agreed.

Still only 10 minutes.

Soon, Duan Yicheng was brought in reluctantly, he still had that indifferent attitude, even impatient, the corners of his mouth curled up in sarcasm, "Song Xiaolin, do you fucking understand people's words, or... "

"Snapped--"

A sudden sound stopped his unfinished words.

In this quiet room, it seemed extraordinarily loud.

His pupils widened for a moment, and the violence between his brows was faintly visible, a little unbelievable: "You..."

This time, Song Xiaolin will never tolerate his bad temper again and again, and his words can no longer irritate her, because she has no extra time to joke with him, so she can only speak decisively and directly. She slapped him hard, so hard that even her whole hand was aching, but she didn't care about the pain, she said in a more sarcastic tone than him:
"Yes, you have lost your mother. You feel that life is meaningless and you can't live anymore, but you are not the only one who lost your mother in this world. There are thousands of people who suffer. Think about me, I am here I lost my mother early when I was younger than you, but I survived well without anyone to rely on? Because I met Lu Jingyan, I am grateful to the Lu family. Compared with me, you at least have There is an aunt who runs around for you day and night. You are not unaccompanied. You can still have a family. I knew how to be grateful when I was eight years old, but why don’t you know how to be grateful? Obviously you are not you You killed someone, but you want to go to jail for the real murderer? It's ridiculous. Auntie Alan tried her best to let you live a good life. Fortunately, you sent yourself to prison while she was away. The blessings she wrote down one by one have become absurd jokes. Do you have the face to see her after death? Don't you know how big a stain the three words of being in prison are to a person? ? Don’t you want to see your mother innocently? Auntie Alan’s greatest wish is undoubtedly to hope that you will have a successful career one day, but the current you are really disappointing.”

Song Xiaolin watched Duan Yicheng's eyes darken bit by bit, and tears welled up bit by bit. She understood that he had shaken a certain belief in her heart that had been firm for a long time, and it might suddenly collapse at this moment. Wucun, he loves his mother passionately, but she insists on using her willpower to kill him. Although cruel, this is the only way to make him sober.

Give me a slap, and give me another candy.

"Before the winter vacation, you told me that you were going to be admitted to Huada University, did you forget?" Her voice softened, brushing his heart gently like a feather, "I know that Auntie Alan's death must be It makes you feel so painful, but everyone still has to move forward with tears in their eyes after suffering enough, doesn't it? I know that the person who killed Li Xiang was not you, but Wang Chengrun and those three people. They are extremely sinful, Are you sure you want to go against your own wishes and your mother's last wish for such a scum, and fall into the dark hell again?"

"You...how do you know that Li Xiang was raped by Wang Chengrun...how did you know about this?" Duan Yicheng frowned, obviously he couldn't believe why she knew about this.

At this moment, time is passing by between her fingers, she has no time to respond to his curiosity, and directly ignores his question: "You don't need to worry about how I know this, just answer me, you are Are you really sure you want to go to jail? Don’t forget, I always believe that you didn’t kill anyone, and neither did Auntie Ami, and your mother’s spirit in heaven would not allow you to do such a stupid thing.”

"I, I..." Duan Yicheng's eyes were erratic, he no longer insisted on his own opinion as before, and even in the not so cold season, fine sweat oozes from his forehead, as if in a dilemma, stuck in a decision , he has not completely broken through the obstacles and constraints in his heart.

She strikes while the iron is hot, "There are still 7 minutes left, fate is always in your own hands, I hope you can grasp it well, if you think clearly, just tell me the ins and outs of the whole thing, no matter No matter what, I will try my best to rescue you from this cage. But if you still stubbornly want to fall down, then there is really no need for us to meet again. I will regard you as dead and forget you in the years .”

At that time, he who was deeply trapped in hell never thought that after all this, he had fallen so degenerate that even he himself couldn't stand it and was hopeless, yet there would still be a pair of hands firmly grasping his body The hand, the warmth from the fingertips, is yearning, she chooses to believe in him without hesitation, and brings him back to the world. He was already heartbroken, but at this moment, the ashes revived, and he suddenly had a vision for the future. A glimmer of longing, he was completely shaken.

After a few seconds of silence, Duan Yicheng pursed his dry lips, his eyes were bloodshot, he finally chose the desire to live, and his hoarse throat spread out the cruel truth word by word in this black and white world——

"At the beginning of February, I went back to Fengwei Village with my sister..."

~
It was originally a long winter and a lively Spring Festival, which was no different from previous years.

But this year,
The New Year's Eve, the family reunion, is destined to be the most painful day in Duan Yicheng's 18 years of life.

On this day, he lost his mother forever.

The one who loves him the most is also the mother he loves the most.

His mother was the only light in his barren life.

He has been living for his mother, and her mother is all his beliefs.

But my mother passed away and died of cancer.

Before she died, my mother was lying on that dilapidated wooden bed, the doors and windows on both sides were not closed tightly, and the wind came in gusts, her skinny hand was tightly held on the back of his hand, and the rough calluses made him painful, When she was dying, her pale lips opened and closed, and she couldn't hear what she was saying, but she could clearly hear her whispering his name "Acheng, Acheng", crying out in pain and despair, On weekdays, the cancer tortured her internal organs, and she gritted her teeth desperately to persevere, but when she was about to leave the world, what she cared about and worried about the most was her Ah Cheng. At that time, He who never shed tears easily burst into tears. His mother has worked hard for half her life, she has not had time to enjoy the blessings, and he has not had time to fulfill his filial piety. He once thought that there would be countless tomorrows with his mother, but, No more, from now on, there will be no more.

Mother is gone, the light is gone, and the faith is gone, just like there are no gods and Buddhas in the temple.

The meaning of his life is gone.

(End of this chapter)