you're nothing but scum

Song Xiuming's perspective

I ran into Xiao Le's mother in the hospital.

I know that he left home when he was very young. Liang Liang told me about him when Xiao Le was not around, saying that his father found another woman to go abroad, and his mother was also divorced. How long before remarried.After getting married, Xiao Le was kicked out of the house.

On the day Xiao Le left home, he only had a little money.

Because Xiao Le refused to tell him more about the past, so he only knew about these things.

I have been refraining from asking Xiao Le, in fact, I really want to know how he survived the situation at that time, but in fact, there is no need to ask to know that he must have suffered a lot.I want to share his pain, but I don't want to bring up this unpleasant past, so I can only keep this matter silently in my heart, and I always feel that I just need to treat him twice now.

But when I knew that the person lying in the ward was Xiao Le's mother, I was still full of unhappiness.

I don't know what kind of person can treat their own children like this.

It's obviously her own flesh and blood, and she chose to conceive in October, but why did she torture him like this?Why should the friction with her husband involve her own child?

Although it was wrong for Xiao Le to choose to enter "Night" at the beginning, but he and Tang Qilin have fallen to that point, the couple also have unavoidable responsibilities.

It's just that it's ridiculous to talk about "responsibility" with this kind of person.

Standing beside me, Lin Yan said to Liang Liang in surprise, "Are you sure? Aunt Jin is Mo Le's mother?"

Liang Liang curled his lips, and said with disgust on his face: "I met her once before, and I will never admit my mistake...I said, why are you treating her?"

Ever since he knew what Lin Yan had confessed to me, Liang Liang saw him as if he was an enemy.

Lin Yan should know it himself, so he just shrugged at Liang Liang's words and said, "She is a patient, how can I explain to the hospital if I don't treat him?"

The woman lying in the ward didn't look like a person of her age at all, as if she was 20 years older.He was thin and pale.

I don't want to know what kind of disease this person has. Anyway, everything can only be summed up in the word "retribution".

I was suddenly comforted, no matter what Xiao Le suffered before, even if he lost a left leg, I believe that he is definitely happier than this woman now.

I didn't say any more, and asked Shang Liangliang to leave together.

The next day I left work early, and Liang Liang also came back early as agreed.

Mom came to our apartment at noon to prepare dinner for the evening.

Liang Liang took back the double-layer cake we ordered. When Mom saw it, she sighed, "We can't finish eating such a big cake!"

Liang Liang said: "I can't finish my breakfast tomorrow, how much money I can save!"

Mom looked at Liang Liang and couldn't help laughing, and said, "This cake doesn't cost money!"

Liang Liang rubbed the back of his head embarrassingly, and smiled silly.

Xiao Le and I have been together for six years. In the past six years, we have ordered such a cake for Xiao Le's birthday every year. Thanks to the conversation between Liang Liang and his mother, the conversation is the same every year, I thought with a smile.

After a while, Lin Luo also came, and when he came, Liang Liang pulled him over, and the two whispered something.

Mom said to herself: "Your father is coming soon, you can go and bring Xiao Le back."

"okay."

I glanced at the alarm clock, took the key and went out the door.

When we arrived at the hospital, Xiao Le had just hurried out of the "Hao Le" restaurant.

At this time, there are the most customers in the restaurant. Every time my colleagues and I go to eat, we will see Xiao Le and Liang Liang who are too busy to get out.In fact, it hurts a little, but after thinking about it, only such a fulfilling job can make Xiao Le happy, so he didn't say anything.

Xiao Le was stunned when he saw me, and then walked over.

Over the years, he has gotten used to the prosthetic.

He went around to the other side of the car, opened the door and sat in the passenger seat, looking very calm, but didn't say anything.

I glanced at him and said, "Xiao Le?"

"Huh?" He replied lazily.

I was a little puzzled: "Are you in a bad mood?"

"Huh?" He looked at me in surprise and said, "No."

I thought, yeah, it doesn't look like I'm in a bad mood.

"Then why don't you talk?" I thought my question was a bit ridiculous.

Sure enough, Xiao Le smiled and said, "What do you want me to say?"

I smiled and said, "Nothing."

He squinted at me and said, "Could it be that you still want me to say something every time I see you..."

"What?" I asked with a smile.

He pouted.

"Like 'I love you', 'I miss you' or something," I said solemnly, "I do want to hear it, the question is whether you want to say it or not."

He glared at me viciously and said, "Thank you for telling me."

There was a red light ahead, so I stopped the car and leaned over to kiss his face.Seeing him blushing with embarrassment, but still pretending to be calmly looking ahead, I really feel that he is getting cuter and cuter, and I feel like no amount of kissing is enough.

I smiled and stepped on the gas when the light turned green.

I asked, "Don't you remember what day it is?"

"What day?"

"Your birthday!" I said happily.

I didn't hear an answer for a long time, and when I glanced to the side, I saw his helpless face.

I was stunned, and then realized that he had already guessed it.

He sighed and said, "Song Xiuming, you really..."

After a pause, he continued: "You, do you think I'm a fool? Even if I didn't celebrate my birthday in the first 20 years, but after being celebrated by you in the same way for five or six years in a row, I would still Don't you remember? It's like this every time...you even ask me 'do you remember what day is today'..." He muttered softly.

I listened, and my heart softened.

Yes, this kind of birthday has passed five or six times.

At the beginning, Xiao Le didn't remember that this day was his birthday at all, and every time he asked him "Do you remember what day it is today", he would be at a loss.

I remember the first time I celebrated his birthday, when he saw his parents and Liang Liang who opened the door to greet him, I knew something was wrong with his expression.

Sure enough, when they left at night, Xiao Le lay silently on the bed, and after lying down for a while, I noticed that he was crying.

That was the first time I felt distressed for such a happy thing.

I haven't had a birthday for more than 20 years, and I don't even remember which day is my birthday.

So even though he complained many times afterwards that I spent too much time on his birthday like a child, I still never gave up preparing for his birthday.

I really want to make up for the years he has been missing in the past.

But this kind of dedication is worth it, not to mention that Xiao Le will show a cute and touched expression every year, and later on my birthday, he will join hands with my parents to buy me cakes and cook meals for me.

Maybe compared to other adults, our birthday is a little childish, but what's wrong with being so childish?

He was still complaining over there: "I really didn't think of it at first, but I thought of it when I saw Liang Liang slipping away so early! You guys should change your strategy!"

"Then what do you like?" I asked with a smile.

With a choked look on his face, he muttered, "I... how do I know?"

I thought about it and said, "Do you want to go abroad for your birthday next year?"

"what?"

"Where do you want to go?"

"Wait, wait..." he shouted, "Why do you want to go abroad? I, I have never gone out..."

The car slowly drove into the parking garage, I reversed the car and stopped, and when I turned around, I saw him with his head down and his lips tightly pressed.

He glanced at me quickly, curled his lips and said, "My legs and feet are inconvenient, why go abroad..."

I sighed and said, "There are fun places in foreign countries. If you are really not interested in foreign countries, we can also play in China. At least go to all the places that should be visited in China."

Xiao Le probably has never been out of this city?

I think that since conditions permit, we should go out more often to see the outside world. I can't be trapped in this city for the rest of my life, right?

Xiao Le struggled there for a long time, and said awkwardly: "Anyway, I'm not going abroad, it's okay to go to other cities to play."

I smiled and leaned over, cupped his face and kissed him.

When my lips parted slightly, I whispered, "I will teach you English in the future."

I watched him open his eyes suddenly from a close distance, with an angry look that I stepped on his painful feet, and before he could speak, he turned his head and kissed him again.

He made a crooning sound, appearing unusually ambiguous in the narrow space.

I kissed him hard, and when we parted, he wiped his lips with the back of his hand, panting, as if he had forgotten what happened just now, and muttered: "What are you doing..."

I sighed and said, "Because it will be very late and my parents will leave later, so I can only sneak a little before dinner."

He glared at me, blushing.

I leaned over and kissed him again, and said softly, "Happy birthday, Xiaole."

His eyes fixed on me, he moved his lips, and whispered, "Thank you...Song Xiuming."

The author has something to say: I want to say a few words at the end of the article. Some readers may think why Song Xiuming has to pay so much after reading this article. It seems that he paid so much in this relationship.In fact, I considered this point at the very beginning. It is indeed a bit unfair, but why do I have to write it like this after I have considered it?

This article is actually an idea that I slowly came up with while watching many American dramas. Most of the characters in American dramas who have been severely injured have indeed gathered a lot of negative energy when they just survived the severe trauma. His kind people speak ill of each other and lose their temper.When I watch it myself, I occasionally feel that these characters are very annoying, and I don’t know good or bad, but after careful analysis, I feel that this kind of psychological transformation process is actually worth pondering carefully. Really thinking about their psychological changes should affect the psychological description. Writing is very helpful == In the final analysis, what I want to write in this article is a process of Xiaole's recovery after reaching a desperate situation. This process cannot be run all the way to the light, and there must be times when it falls back to the bottom.As the one who made the decision to stay with Xiao Le to protect him and help him, Song Xiuming was destined to pay more in this recovery process from the very beginning.

As for Song Xiuming's hard work and dedication, how will Xiao Le be rewarded?In fact, I think as long as that person can really cheer up and slowly return to a normal life, it is the best reward for those who love him ==

Speaking of Xiao Le's character, people who like it really like it, and people who hate it especially hate it OTL

Finally, I would like to thank the landmines of the blue wings, and thank you Nai for throwing overlord ticket T3T all the way

Thank you also to all the little friends who have supported this article until the end.

There should be a series of this article. In fact, I have already thought about two articles, but I want to stop writing for a while.When the weather is hot, I should write the second part of Vatican Continent, and when the weather is cold, I will write the sad article [Yes, I am talking about covering your head during the winter vacation next year...