Spread joy in the arms of the cold male god

Chapter 52
Duan Yicheng obviously found it inconceivable that she and her mother had only met each other once, and before that they were two strangers who were completely unknown to each other, but she actually agreed to such an absurd request, which is really unbelievable, "So, you Just because of my mom?"

She replied angrily: "Of course, otherwise do you think I'm doing it for you?"

"No..." At this moment, he felt confused, "Why did you agree to my mother's request?"

Not necessary, is it?
Just for such an absurd reason, she gave up her efforts, went against her own wishes, and went to help someone who had hurt her.

All of this makes no sense.

He couldn't understand.

Song Xiaolin's expression suddenly felt a little painful, as if she was caught in some heavy memory. After a long time, she said slowly, "When I was six years old, my parents had a car accident and both passed away. It has been 11 years now. I almost forgot their voices and laughter. My most beloved grandma also passed away with them two years later. You can’t understand this kind of heart-wrenching pain, and naturally you can’t understand that I am on your mother. I feel that I long for maternal love and family affection too much, and it was your mother who helped me find the happiest memory in my childhood. I saw a mother love her child so deeply. This kind of family love that is willing to give everything moved me. Because she is a mother, I am willing to do my best to help her realize her wish, not for anything else, just because of the word "mother."

Not for anything else, just because of the word mother.

The weight of these two words is more important to her than anything else.

She thought, she hasn't grown up yet, and she hasn't been filial to her mother, father, and grandmother. Unfortunately, they have already left her. The memories of the only eight years are short and long, in the ravine of the years. , what can be left in the end?

So, she seemed to pin all these emotions on Alan.

Helping Alan is like honoring her own mother, always be grateful, and only in this way can her heart be comforted.

"You go back to Class [-], your life will only become more and more depraved, and you will drown in the deep sea forever, so, Duan Yicheng, don't paint the ground as a prison anymore, try to raise your head, you will see the sun, and you will see As far as the moon and the stars, if you lower your head, you can only see a piece of gray soil." Song Xiaolin is full of sincerity, such a pure heart has nothing but sincerity, "Even if you don't think for yourself, Please also think about your mother, she lost her legs on the day of the autumn harvest, so why did she harvest the wild seeds? Isn’t it for this family and for you to live a good life? In winter Her legs were so cold and painful that she was dying, but she was reluctant to spend money to go to the hospital. Isn't it also to reduce your burden? She has worked hard for you all her life, don't you want her to live a happy life? At such an age, but Because of your rebellion, she lost her legs and begged the school to take you in on her knees, won't your conscience hurt? Do you still have a heart?"

"Study hard, stay in class three, then get into a good university, find a good job in the future, and then love your mother well, I know you love her very much, so I hope you can get lost Zhihui. Don’t think that if you have nothing, if your family is still alive, it is already a huge fortune.”

Song Xiaolin picked up her schoolbag and saw his figure hiding in the twilight, feeling very lonely. She didn't know if he understood what she said, or if he listened to it: "By the way, Aunt Lan Go to Nanxun Temple to pray for you, there is an old box under the Buddha table in your living room, maybe you will understand after reading it."

That night, Alan told her a lot, a lot, such a deep maternal love, awakened her yearning for her mother, and deeply longed for maternal love.

That is the most precious thing.

After Song Xiaolin left, this was the last time Duan Yicheng left the school.

He just stood there, from the beginning to the end, motionless, his whole face was sunk into the gray twilight, until the whole person was enveloped in the darkness and merged with the blackness, he did not open lamp.

He was five years old when his father died.

He likes his father the most.

But his father never came back, and since then, he has become taciturn.

In my memory, my mother carried a big betel box on her back, cut firewood in the mountains, harvested weeds, fed chickens, ducks, sheep, plowed the fields, washed clothes and cooked food, and took care of his daily life... She always So busy and tired.

Later, at the age of ten, my mother had a car accident and lost her legs forever.

The expensive medical expenses, tuition fees, and living expenses... only made this family almost overwhelmed.

At that time, he didn't understand why the children in other people's homes had parents, they were picked up at school and after school, and there were so many new toys and clothes.

But he... only has a dilapidated home.

Living in darkness day and night, his world has completely collapsed.

Once, he also wanted to break free from this damn cage.

But the night was too difficult, the world was brightly lit but no light could shine on his dark world, and it seemed that only by melting into the darkness would he not suffer so much.

So, he fell into hell.

He has become a timid person.

But now, Song Xiaolin fell from the sky. In her hand, there seemed to be a sharp sword of dawn, piercing through the whole earth, letting light into his world. She firmly held his hand, determined to lead him out of the abyss .

Even if he has been tempered into steel, it is still hard to resist her unbridled tenderness.

~

When I got home, my mother had already fallen asleep.

"Meow~" Inside the box, there was a meowing sound of a cat.

Duan Yicheng squatted down, released it, and fed it some food and water.

This cat was exactly the one Song Xiaolin had rescued that night.

Ah Mei had just finished washing, and when she came out, she saw him coming back: "Ah Cheng, you are back, are you hungry, do you want something to eat?"

He shook his head, "Not hungry."

"This is... you want to raise a cat?"

"I picked it up." He rubbed the cat's head with rare tenderness, "Before, it was fostered in a person's house, and that person is moving now, so I brought it back to raise it."

"Oh, the kitten is cute, it's fine, sister-in-law will help you raise it."

"Thank you, sister."

"Are you still being polite to me?" Amei pretended to be angry.

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

She smiled: "Okay, I have to go to bed. I have to harvest the fields tomorrow. Go to bed early too, don't stay up late."

"it is good."

After Amei left, Duan Yicheng put down the cat, got up and went to the living room, but he walked very slowly for those few steps, with extra heavy steps. The cat squatted on the spot and looked at his back, "meowed" a few times, and licked it. After shedding her own fur, she fell asleep with her paws on her pillow.

(End of this chapter)