【GB】The CEO’s delicate bag is crying again!

Li Yue looked at his clear eyes that were always sparkling, and could already see his cautious heart. He now gambled with some uneasiness on the exact peace of mind she gave him.

She gently stroked his silky hair and said, "Okay, you say."

She opened her arms, and he did want to come closer, and just fell into her arms. The increasingly familiar and always friendly breath gave him the courage and confidence to speak: "I..."

She inserted her fingers into his hair and touched his head, encouraging him to continue: "My hometown is in City C... My father used to be a very ordinary worker, but Later, I gradually became addicted to gambling and alcohol..."

"Before I was three years old, he had good control. But day after day, as the debts owed by the casino increased and he couldn't pay them off, he started to attack my mother... He not only spent a lot of Qian drank too much and beat and scolded my mother and me..."

"My mother swallowed her anger and took me to hide from him at first, but my father would find out every time... She had to take care of me, a five- or six-year-old child, while doing odd jobs to make money, and she had to endure the My father's violence. One day, my father heard the news from nowhere that my mother was having an affair with another man——"

When he said this, fragments of memories that he had just had when he was five or six years old flashed through his mind sporadically, and they were all pictures of pain, ignorance and scolding. And his mother always held him to secretly wipe her tears, holding him to avoid his father's beatings and insults...

That day, my mother went to wash dishes and serve dishes for the owner of the breakfast shop. Before she could get off work, her father came to the door smelling of alcohol.

At that time, he didn't understand the meaning of those words that insulted women. He only knew that he was hidden in the storage room by his mother two floors away and could not get out. Seeing his mother crying downstairs, she must be It hurts.

My mother was always bruised and bruised, but she could always bring herself some hot buns to fill her belly.

After so many years, he had forgotten that no matter how well-behaved and sensible he was, he could not get his father's kindness. He only remembered that those buns brought him much more than just warmth in his palms.

He never had the baby fat he had as a child. He has always been a thin, small, "wild child" with blond hair.

Later, his mother couldn't support him anymore and left him with a few sets of clothes when he was nine years old. He never came back again, not even taking the only family photo of him holding a just one month old.

If my father is the tragedy of my mother's life, he is my mother's nightmare.

Alcoholism and gambling aroused the deepest evil nature of an ordinary person, causing the waist of an originally honest and honest father to collapse, and his brain to be eaten away, so it was even more impossible for him to reflect on himself after his mother ran away.

Being beaten and scolded became more common than filling one's stomach. The only thing my father worried about was grandma, but she was an old man in her sixties. The only thing he worried about was not to make grandma mad and not have any pension for him to squander, that's all.

She asked softly about the scar on his waist that had new flesh in the center. The pink flesh growth showed that it had been violently cut.

"It's a scar left when I was twelve years old..." He looked up. People always say that one day you will be like an outsider, and when you look back and talk about your experiences, it will no longer be heartbreaking, but his heart is still deeply shaken by the past.

"But fortunately -" He smiled lightly: "Fortunately, I don't have scars, otherwise I would have scars here, here, and here... Then you wouldn't like me."

His fingers pointed at his cheeks, arms, calves, and other places that were not mentioned.

"...Little fool." She brushed his delicate and lovely cheek with her thumb, recalling his words with a sour heart. The pain of struggling to survive has long been unbearable for him. Along the way, he has never had much motivation to support his survival.

"Don't be like this..." He endured the mist in his eyes and looked at her distressed eyes seriously: "If you act like this, I won't be able to speak anymore and I will cry."

Before she appeared, he really didn't have much of a good impression of the world.

After his mother left, she would occasionally send him some money, but he didn't get the money with his own hands until the fifth time her mother sent it. Only then did he realize that the money he had sent before had been squandered by his father without even looking at it. .

He took some of the money and hid it under the raised floor tiles in the room. The rest went to buy the buns that his mother had bought for him. When he came back and finished eating for his grandma, his father came to the door.

His face was red from the slap, and there was no trace of pure white skin. He finally couldn't bear it anymore, so he got up while his father went to drink water, took the undamaged envelope and ran to another city in City C to find his mother.

Mom seems to have found peace over the year...and her happiness.

She was four months pregnant with his half-brother.

Moreover, the mother said that she only wanted her younger brother, not him.

She cradled her belly and knelt down to arrange his clothes. She obviously felt sorry for him and her tears were for him, but the words she said were still the same: "Go back... don't make your father angry." , he won’t hit you...You go back, you go back—"

"Go back...don't come to me again, okay?"

The ten-year-old boy ran across most of City C with great difficulty. Finally, he returned with the two hundred yuan his mother gave him and was beaten again.

Li Yue bent down slightly, wiped away the puddles accumulated in the corners of his eyes, and hugged his trembling body tightly because of fear. Physical recovery may take a year and a half, but spiritual nourishment has no time limit.

She lifted his legs and carried him out of the park.

After being with him, she also started some fitness exercises that she had interrupted before. Coupled with his already light weight, it is not difficult to pick him up.

Shen Guiyu was like a wounded and dying animal perched in her arms. He slowly slowed down his breathing and sobbing.

Back in the car, she carefully put him in the back seat. After sitting in, she took a tissue and wiped away his tears.

I had been paying attention to his emotions just now, and wiped away many tears for him before they came out, otherwise the little face that was originally helping him would definitely be a tabby cat now.

He sobbed softly, with tears rolling down his face as he looked at her precious eyes when she treated him, and even more tears fell down her face.

"So you never saw your mother again after that?"

The two of them were close together, and Li Yue hid his little head under his chin, wrapping him with her own strength. He pressed his forehead against her body, sniffed, but chose not to speak and just nodded.

"Your mother...she also has her own difficulties, but she still loves you. So, did you move to City A these years to hide from your father?"

City A and City C are not close to each other. At that time, he and his grandmother could live in City A because he had not yet fully entered the society to make money. It was really not something that anyone could accomplish, even if it were her. , it may not be possible.

So it’s really amazing for him and it’s not easy.