Yuhe

Song Yuhe and Aunt Chen had been together for a few days. Originally, Aunt Chen was a guest and Song Yuhe should come to entertain her, but after all, Aunt Chen was called by Xu Jinzhong. Xu Jinzhong told her not to make Song Yuhe too tired, and talk to him more and care about Song Yuhe more.

Although Aunt Chen took care of him, Song Yuhe couldn't eat anyway, as soon as he swallowed, he would spit it out immediately, accompanied by nausea and headache.

Song Yuhe has been in tears for the past few days. Sometimes his eyes turn red when he looks at Aunt Chen, and sometimes he stares at something, and when he stares at it, he unconsciously thinks of the past.

Except for the past two years and the time spent with Teacher Song, Song Yuhe's memories don't seem to be very good.

Time is really a blink of an eye. Song Yuhe sometimes listens to songs alone, and there will be a smile on his mouth unconsciously. At least, Song Yuhe still has good memories.

Song Yuhe could barely eat a few mouthfuls in the past few days, and his body was visibly haggard and thinner. He didn't have much flesh at first, but now even his face was sunken.

Aunt Chen reported the situation to Xu Jinzhong every day, and in the end Xu Jinzhong couldn't help but make a phone call with Song Yuhe, but he never thought that this would be the last phone call.

Song Yuhe's cell phone rang, and no one would call him except Xu Jinzhong.

Song Yuhe hurriedly went to the table in the living room to get his mobile phone, and almost rushed over. He was now hanging on his heart, mixed with unrealistic hopes.

Maybe Brother Jin Zhong figured it out and only lived with him alone.

"Brother Jin, Jinzhong." Song Yuhe waited in front of the phone for Xu Jinzhong's reply.

At this time, Aunt Chen also came back after shopping for vegetables. Seeing Song Yuhe answering the phone, she knew it was the young master who called, so she quietly went to put away the vegetables.

The tone on the other end of the phone seemed a little unhappy: "Yu He, why don't you have a good meal?"

"Ah?" Song Yuhe was taken aback for a moment, why did Brother Jinzhong say such things about him.

Song Yuhe thought about it for a second, maybe it was Brother Jin Zhong who cared about him, and Brother Jin Zhong still had him in his heart, maybe he wouldn't go looking for someone else when he came back.

"No, no, Yuhe eats well every day. Just now, Yuhe ate three bowls of rice. Now, I'm fat now. Brother Jin Zhong, when are you coming back? Maybe I'll be fat when you come back. , but Brother Jin Zhong, you can’t say that I’m fat, I... I really have a good appetite, why does Brother Jin Zhong think that I don’t eat well..."

Song Yuhe was talking there by himself, Xu Jinzhong could no longer listen to his clumsy lies.

"Yuhe..."

"I'm really fine. It's great to have Aunt Chen here with me."

"Yuhe, you have to take good care of yourself, you know."

"Ok, I know."

There was silence on both sides.

Xu Jinzhong spoke first: "Yuhe, since I have nothing else to do, I'll hang up first."

"Well, okay...Brother Jinzhong," Song Yuhe called Xu Jinzhong again, and he wanted to make one last request, "Brother Jinzhong, can you..."

Before Song Yuhe could finish speaking, the phone was hung up with a beep.

Song Yuhe stood there in a daze, staring at the red phone number for a long time.

He wanted to ask Brother Jin Zhong if he could think about it again, no matter what the conditions were, he could agree.

Seeing Aunt Chen coming, Song Yuhe restrained his emotions and put on a beautiful smile, got up and rummaged through the leftover food in the refrigerator.

Aunt Chen looked pitifully: "Yuhe, if you want to eat fresh food, I'll make it for you."

"Not Aunt Chen, I like to eat leftovers." Song Yuhe said hurriedly, how could he treat Aunt Chen as a servant.

Song Yuhe brought a large bowl of cold leftovers to the dining table, picked up the chopsticks and stuffed the rice into his mouth.

He choked several times during the period, but he still forced himself to swallow it, and after finally swallowing it, he felt nauseated and vomited it out.

Song Yuhe stuffed it several times in a row, his eyes were red with grievance, why, why couldn't he eat it, Brother Jin Zhong would be unhappy if he came back and saw that he lost weight.

"Yuhe," Aunt Chen couldn't stand it anymore, and wanted to persuade Song Yuhe, "You don't have to be with only one person in your life, and the young master also has his own difficulties. The best way for two people is not to disturb each other, and Yu He, you see that your qualifications are not bad, and you may find a truly suitable person in the future. You don’t have to find someone you like, you just need to be suitable, and being too greedy often won’t lead to a good ending.”

Song Yuhe put down the chopsticks in his hand, wiped the dirt off his mouth, and smiled wryly at Aunt Chen, "Aunt Chen, I only know Brother Jin Zhong in my life."

"Why don't you listen to persuasion, the young master is not so perfect, you, huh." Aunt Chen sighed.

She sat on the chair next to Song Yuhe, and there was something in her heart like a big stone. When she saw Song Yuhe, she felt so bored that she couldn't breathe.

The worse Song Yuhe was doing, the more bleak his life was, Aunt Chen felt a sense of guilt, because the Xu family was absolutely responsible for causing today's situation, and it can even be said that Song Yuhe became like this It was her young master Xu Jinzhong.

Aunt Chen looked at the stubborn child who was trying to stuff her mouth with food, and thought of her own child. After becoming a parent, she always felt sympathy for some children who had suffered.

Song Yuhe just vomited it out after eating, and kept going back and forth like this, but he didn't give up, forcing his body to accept the food.

Tomorrow is the day of the operation, and maybe he will recover quickly after the operation.

"Yuhe, there is something that Aunt Chen still wants to tell you. It has been buried in her heart for so many years, and I always feel unhappy if I don't say it." Aunt Chen said, she put aside the bowl of rice on Song Yuhe's table, I really can't see Song Yuhe forcing himself like this.

Song Yuhe raised his head and looked at Aunt Chen. He touched his wrist and found that it was hard when he touched it, as if he had touched a stone wrapped in leather.

"Yuhe, do you still remember how Teacher Song passed away?"

After poking at the sad place, Song Yuhe trembled all over: "I met a gangster."

"Yuhe, in fact, Aunt Chen really wants to thank your mother. Not only Aunt Chen, but also the entire Xu family should be grateful to her, but... At that time, my young master insisted that no one should tell anyone..."

"What... does this mean?" Song Yuhe was a little emotional. He didn't understand what Aunt Chen was talking about. Why should they be grateful to their mother? Shouldn't he and his mother be grateful to them?

"Yuhe, Aunt Chen told you not to get too excited. Aunt Chen just told you not to hang on a tree of my young master's. You have to think about everything. You have to accept these apartment buildings with peace of mind. This is your What you deserve is also the compensation from the Xu family, well, I don't know if I should say it, I hope you can understand."

Aunt Chen suddenly regretted what she just said, but what she said can't be taken back casually.

Song Yuhe always felt that they were hiding some bad things from him.

Even if he knew that it was not a good thing for him, as long as it was about his mother, he cared more about his own things than about himself.

"Aunt Chen, tell me, it's okay." Song Yuhe looked at Aunt Chen with clear eyes, and if Aunt Chen didn't say anything, he planned to keep pestering her forever.

Thinking about it carefully, it was indeed too magical back then. After his mother went to the interview and met the death of a gangster, he didn't even know where his mother was buried, and no one contacted him. In the end, it was Xu Jinzhong who contacted him.

"Yuhe, probably when the young master was just in junior high school, our master and wife encountered some troubles. Some people went to extremes because of business failures, and some people hijacked the young master. At that time, the young master was only twelve or thirteen years old. At that time, the young master You offended the other party, and because you are the only son of the Xu family, the other party became murderous, and happened to meet your mother at that time."

"Originally, the price was negotiated. The young master yelled loudly in fear. Some people just ran away when they heard it. Only your mother, Mr. Song, passed by, and... she rushed over and was stabbed by the gangster, because When your mother appeared, the young master took advantage of the gap and ran out..."

Song Yuhe's eyes widened as he listened in disbelief, his breathing became more and more rapid, trying to force himself not to imagine the scene at that time, he almost shouted in a changed voice: "Then what happened at the end! Where is my mother?! Why don't you help my mother!"

He never thought that the person his mother saved back then would be Xu Jinzhong!

It never occurred to him that it took him several days to find out about his mother's news because the Xu family blocked the news!

After living in the Xu family for so long, why didn't they tell him at all!

Why is everyone so self-righteous, he can't even see his mother for the last time.

Why did he, as the benefactor's son, receive such treatment? Why didn't these people tell him.

He doesn't even have the right to see himself for the last time.

Aunt Chen was also taken aback by his reaction, she hurriedly defended: "Yuhe, the young master was only a child of twelve or thirteen years old at the time, and he saw that gangster stabbing him with a dagger in front of him. In the human body, he was also terribly afraid, and it took a lot of effort to escape from that place, and the young master finally called someone over, but, just when everyone came over, your mother...she had already No signs of life."

Song Yuhe was trembling all over, he didn't know how to express his mood at the moment, he just supported his head helplessly with his hands, the pain filled his internal organs, making him miserable.

There were tears in his eyes, and he really wanted to cry.

However, before that, he still had a question he had to ask, a question he was eager to know.

"Aunt Chen, you've made a deal. As long as you give the other party money, you can save Jin...Brother Zhong?" Song Yuhe stared at Aunt Chen and asked word by word.

Aunt Chen didn't say anything, but from her expression, Song Yuhe could see her affirmation.

Song Yuhe sat slumped on the chair, feeling dizzy all of a sudden, he couldn't accept the huge amount of information for a while, he felt as if there was a mouthful of blood in his chest, he wanted to vomit but couldn't, he was stuck there all the time, feeling uncomfortable .

Everything is explained.

Song Yuhe looked at the ceiling helplessly and uncomfortably. He didn't know what to do and react at this moment, but suddenly felt that he had been abandoned by the world a long time ago.

It turned out that from the moment his mother died, he had no happiness at all.

Two lines of tears flowed silently down his cheeks.

The Xu family had already negotiated with the gangsters, but Xu Jinzhong angered the other party. The kind mother went to help him, but was stabbed several times by the gangsters.

"My mother, she could have been immortal... right?" Song Yuhe's eyes were bloodshot, hoping to get an answer.

Aunt Chen didn't know how to answer, maybe she shouldn't have said it in the first place.

What was ushered in was a moment of silence, neither affirmation nor negation.

Song Yuhe's heart was twisted like a knife, his breathing became more and more rapid, his hands were tightly clenched, as if someone was choking his throat, and everything was suffocating.

Everything happened too suddenly.

He used to love someone so much, he once begged someone humbly, he even thought about kneeling and begging him not to marry someone else, but the other party ruined his happiness and ruined his family.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and sprayed it on the dining table, his eyes lost their color, just like those people under the city who no longer struggle to lose their color behind the light.

He is really tired, really tired.

It turned out that the happiness in the past two years was just the happiness he thought, and the happiness in his life was ruined by that man from the very beginning.