kind of bend me

On the way home, Shen Xu didn't say a word.

He Lei looked at him from time to time while driving.

Shen Xu's face was pale, no matter how much he asked, he still refused to speak out.

After returning home and opening the car door, Shen Xu fell directly to the ground.

After the last car accident, Shen Xu injured his right leg. Although it was not serious, he still couldn't use too much strength when walking.

A doctor friend who is familiar with me told me to exercise less and rest more recently, and do whatever you want when you are well.

He Lei stepped forward to help him up, "What's the matter, does it hurt? How about I carry you in."

Shen Xu waved his hands, got up and entered the room.

He Lei brought out a cup of hot tea from the kitchen and put it in his hand, knelt halfway in front of him, held his hand, put his face close, and whispered softly, "Shen Xu, can you tell me what's wrong? Even if you can't help Busy, let me help you share some of the pain, Shen Xu, don't hold it in your heart, it will make you feel better if you say it."

Shen Xu slowly closed his eyes.

Uncle Wan's words kept echoing in his mind.

Aunt Li fell from the second floor...

Aunt Li is in the emergency room...

Maybe, maybe...

He trembled all over, his chest heaved violently, the cup fell to the ground, and he covered his eyes with his hands, and uncontrollable fear spread throughout his limbs.

"What the hell did you say to her?!"

What did he say?What did you say? !

Holding the microphone, he only saw his own happiness in his eyes.

"She said that she never wanted to see Wan Chen again in her life... Wan Chen's appearance would only destroy their relationship as husband and wife... There is an inextricable knot between them, involving two lives."

He didn't think about Aunt Li's age, and he didn't consider how these words hit her.

Wan Chen was her only child, who once had a glorious family and a successful career; when she was suddenly imprisoned and her life was completely overturned, how many tears did she shed.Now, just after being released from prison, Wan Chen has gone to other places again, and maybe see him once or twice a year, just to get back his unattainable first love.She is old and has only one wish left, for her son, the only son, to be happy.

"She would rather die than have anything to do with Wan Chen... She will choose to die with Wan Chen."

He didn't see the old woman on the other side of the phone covering her mouth sadly to hide her unstoppable sobs.

He also had parents who loved him more than his life, how could he forget that love that was too deep to repay.

Unfortunately for Wan Chen, the most painful people can only be his parents.

How cruel he is.

He Lei held his head and hugged him into his arms, "Shen Xu, Shen Xu..."

Uncle Wan couldn't get through on the phone, and that night, Shen Xu couldn't sleep.

He Lei was always by his side to comfort him, "It will be fine, don't keep thinking about it, haven't you booked the train ticket for tomorrow, we will go back together tomorrow. Shen Xu, trust me, Aunt Li will be fine."

Shen Xu held onto his hand tightly, as if grasping at the last straw.

He was afraid, terribly afraid.

Early the next morning, they had packed their luggage and were about to leave when the company called. There was a problem with the cooperative factory, and He Lei had to go there in person.

He Lei showed distress, and Shen Xu said palely: "It's okay, you go, if Aunt Li is fine, I will call you."

He Lei grabbed his shoulders and said to him solemnly: "No matter what happens, you must call me, Shen Xu, be strong, please think about it no matter what, you still have me, and me Important responsibility, so--I'll wait for your return."

During the rush hour of the Spring Festival travel season, there were too many people on the train. The woman in the seat next to her was holding her crying child, and a few outsiders chatted in different dialects.

Sitting by the window, Shen Xu silently looked out the window.

Aunt Li played the role of another mother in his life.

Since he was sensible, the two families have been very close.

Get together at this house today, and sit at that house tomorrow.At the dinner table, Shen Xu and Wan Chen kept fighting, Aunt Li and his mother hugged each other, and reprimanded them in feigned anger: Don't play together tomorrow, you will know how to pinch as soon as you meet.

When his parents were working overtime, Aunt Li would take his little hand home, cook a bowl of fragrant millet porridge, add two spoonfuls of sugar, and bring it to him.

Aunt Li's smile was gentle and kind, and she stroked his little head lovingly.

At noon, someone bought a boxed lunch, someone made instant noodles, his stomach was empty, but he didn't want to eat anything.

He calculated how long it would take for the train to arrive at the station, how long it would take to get to the hospital after getting off the train, and how long it would take to see——

I can still see...

His eyelids were heavy, and amidst the noisy voices, he fell asleep unknowingly while lying on the small table.

In the dream, he returned to the old house, pushed open the small dusty window, and outside the window, Aunt Li smiled and handed over the freshly made leek box.

"You're starving, eat quickly, hey, blow blowing, be careful of burning. Old Shen is really, his child can be beaten twice, and it really makes you hungry. Xiao Xu, eat slowly, drink some water and don't eat. Choking. If it’s not enough, Auntie will go back and get it for you. I’ll give you Wanchen’s first, and I’ll brand him later.”

After receiving the hot leek box, Shen Xu's tears dripped down on it.

The pupil sitting next door whispered to his mother, "Mom, that uncle is crying."

"How do you know, he's sleeping!"

"I saw his shoulders moving. If you don't believe me, he must be crying."

"Shh, keep your voice down, he might be, homesick."

Home, in distant memory.

At home, there is a strict father and a loving mother.There is the sound of firecrackers for the New Year, the smell of New Year’s Eve dishes, a harmonious atmosphere, and endless love.

Wan Chen destroyed his home with a few photos.

Now, he did the same cruel and vile thing.

In a few words, ruin another family.

He never thought about whether Wan Chen back then was as remorseful, self-blaming, and painful as he was.

An unintentional mistake brewed a tragedy.

How can human life be so fragile.

The weight of a few photos, the weight of a few words, they are the same executioner.

After getting off the train, he went straight to the hospital.

Uncle Wan finally got through on the phone, and he called excitedly, "Uncle Wan, Uncle Wan, how is Aunt Li, she..."

A calm voice came from the other end of the phone, "Shen Xu."

Wanchen!

Shen Xu froze there for a while, and after a while, Wan Chen's comforting voice came, "My mother is fine, don't worry!"

In an instant, the emotion that was trying to hold back in his chest completely exploded.

The taxi driver kept looking at him from the rearview mirror, a big man in his 30s, crying like a child holding his mobile phone.

Tears and snot smeared his face, as if he had suppressed it for too long, and finally found an outlet. The man had a painful expression, and sat in the car crying for a long, long time.

When he arrived at the hospital, he rushed to the third floor in one breath.

Outside the ward, Wan Chen was standing in a cotton padded coat. When he saw him, he turned around.

"You came."

Wan Chen's spirit is not very good, he probably didn't sleep all night, his eyes were bloodshot, but there was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Shen Xu stepped forward, "Aunt Li, how is it?"

Wan Chen, "Slight concussion, nothing serious, but hurting my waist is a little troublesome, and I may have to stay in the hospital for a while."

Shen Xu lowered his head with a serious expression on his face.

Wan Chen: "Go in and have a look, I just woke up, I'm going to eat now!"

Shen Xu turned around, and the moment Wan Chen opened the door, his heart clenched again.

Li Meixiang with a haggard face was sitting on the head of the bed, her forehead was covered with gauze, and Wan Hui was feeding the porridge spoonful by spoonful.

Shen Xu's lips trembled, "Aunt Li."

Li Meixiang turned her head, the corner of her mouth moved slightly, and said weakly, "Xiao Xu is here."

Wan Hui nodded to him, and Wan Chen walked into the room, jokingly said: "Mom, don't call him Xiaoxu from now on, he is already in his thirties, you don't find it awkward, others still feel uncomfortable listening to him! Just call him Shen Xu."

Li Meixiang: "After so many years, I'm used to it, but I can't change it. Sit down!"

Shen Xu took a step forward, his knees softened, and he knelt by the bed, holding Li Meixiang's old and rough hands. These hands had cooked a lot of food for him and sewed many old clothes for him.

These hands firmly pulled him back when his life was dying.

"Aunt Li, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

He knew that he would hurt the innocent elder, but he still did such a bad thing.

If something really happened to Aunt Li, he would not be able to forgive himself until he died.

"Silly boy," Li Meixiang raised her other hand and put it on his head, her smile was pale but beautiful, "Auntie doesn't blame you, you are my important child just like Wan Chen, Auntie won't blame you. "

Wan Hui put down the porridge bowl in his hand, and helped his wife to lie down.

Wan Chen stretched out a hand and put it on his shoulder, feeling the faint trembling of the man.

At night, Wan Hui insisted on vigil and drove the two children back home.

After getting out of the taxi, Wan Chen pushed Shen Xu's luggage away from the courtyard and walked into the house.

Turning on the light, Wan Chen said: "You take a break first, I'll cook two bowls of noodles, I guess you didn't eat well today, I heard your stomach growl in the car just now. Two eggs, okay?" ?”

Wan Chen turned his head back with a smile, Shen Xu frowned, clenched his fists, and looked at him puzzled.

"How can you----"

Wan Chen didn't understand what he meant and looked over in surprise.

The anger held in Shen Xu's chest had nowhere to vent, and he lowered his head in frustration, "Do you know why Aunt Li had an accident?"

Wan Chen thought for a while, "I heard from Dad, Shen Xu, what did you mention to her on the phone?"

Shen Xu closed his eyes in pain, and told those lies in detail.

He didn't deserve to be forgiven, and he didn't even dare to ask for forgiveness.

Almost, almost became a real executioner, whether intentional or not, fundamentally speaking, he was a selfish and ugly person.

It was him who pushed Aunt Li down the stairs with his own hands.

Opening his eyes, he looked at Wan Chen again.

"Wanchen, I did it, I almost, almost killed your mother, almost--so, can you still forgive me?"