Yu Liangmu

How did You Liangmu get here a few days after grandma left?Even he himself does not know.

That period of time was neither long nor short, except for the vigil, there were funerals and so on, and You Liangmu handled them in a daze, but whenever he didn't know what to do next...

There is always Tang Yunqian helping him with everything.

It was as if the sky was falling, but someone was holding it up for him.

He said to Tang Yunqian: "Brother Gan, I don't have a grandma anymore."

Tang Yungan hugged him, "You have been with grandma for a long time, and she has no regrets. From now on, you will still have your uncle and me."

You Liangmu looked at Lu Juan's posthumous photos in front of the hall. The large posthumous photos were placed there, and only the person in the frame was laughing, while the others were crying to death.

After a long while, he said again: "I'm very afraid that I will forget her appearance and her voice...I'm afraid I'll lose her."

"I will never forget it." Tang Yunqian gently wiped his tears, "In the future, I will often accompany you back to pay homage to grandma."

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The day of Lu Juan's funeral was also the day You Liangmu saw his biological mother for the first time.

The woman came back with a large paper bag of money and a large amount of old grievances that cannot be accounted for.

An uninvited guest came to the funeral, but You Liangmu didn't recognize her at first glance. After all, it was the first time seeing her, and it took some time to think and recognize her.

It was an elegant fresh face, without the wrinkles and aging of women of the same age, very similar to You Liangmu.

The woman didn't know what she said to You Qichao, but You Qichao scolded her and drove her away. You Qichao cried and cursed and was very excited, as vicious as a jackal.

After being driven away like this, she still refused to leave. The woman stared at You Liangmu for a long time, then walked over slowly, with red eyes and red nose, and said, "You are... Xiaomu, right?"

You Liangmu didn't speak, didn't know what to say, neither nodded nor shook his head.

He stared blankly at this woman, feeling both familiar and unfamiliar, and naturally, an invisible barrier was about to be formed, trying to keep a distance from her.

"Xiaomu, keep this. This is... this is from your mother." The woman's voice trembled softly.

Mother?Yu Liangmu frowned.

Then he saw that the other party stuffed a thick and heavy cowhide envelope into his hand, approached him again, reached out his hand crying, and stroked the top of his hair and the back of his neck.

This is a kind of intimacy that Youliangmu is not used to, and there is a luxurious perfume smell on the other person, which deepens his resistance.

You Shu looked at her son choked with sobs, "You take the money, but your uncle refuses to accept it, so you take it yourself."

You Liangmu pushed the envelope back, "I don't want it."

"You take it, and there is my phone number in it. If you don't have enough money, contact me, and I will send you the money. Buy whatever you want, eat more delicious food, don't waste money."

With a sense of indebtedness for many years, this woman still insisted on putting the envelope in Yu Liangmu's hands.

Suddenly, a man's hand with clear bones stretched out and blocked You Liangmu's face.

Tang Yunqian returned the envelope for him, and said to You Shu: "He said no, didn't you hear?"

"No, I'm his mother, I—"

"Ma'am, please take it back."

Tang Yunqian was like an insurmountable high wall, calm and steady, unbreakable, standing between You Liangmu and that woman.

There was a force in his tone that could not be refuted, and his eyes were dark, no one dared to offend easily.The woman was stared at by him, so she didn't dare to pester her anymore, and withdrew her hand embarrassingly.

However, You Shu still went to talk to You Liangmu through him, "It's my mother who has been sorry for you all these years... I, I should come back to see you... If, if I know that you are living so badly, my mother must will help you."

help?Yu Liangmu frowned again.

After understanding what she meant, he remembered the years when he was abandoned by his mother.

During the many meditation times before going to bed in his childhood, You Liangmu had imagined countless times what the woman he gave birth to would look like.

When he was a child, his uncle always refused to let him see You Shu's photos, probably because he was afraid that he would recognize this woman on the street in the future, and would foolishly pounce on her and call her mother. That would be too sad.

Now I finally saw his biological mother.But he didn't speak, and couldn't say anything.

Countless times I have thought about reuniting with my mother, and it is not uncommon for auspicious days to happen, but I never thought it would be at my grandma's funeral.

The appearance of this woman shocked everyone.

In an instant, a strong and foul-smelling cold from being abandoned overwhelmed the sadness in You Liangmu's heart, and all the decent and pleasant fragrances on that woman's body turned into a stench.

"Didn't I write a letter telling you not to come back?" He said to the woman in front of him.

When You Liangmu was in junior high school, once, his grandmother took him to the post office, saying that he wanted to send a letter to her daughter.

Grandma was illiterate, but insisted on writing a complete letter, from beginning to end, by hand, so she could only say one sentence, and You Liangmu wrote one sentence on waste paper, and then she copied it on letter paper.

Everything is difficult, You Liangmu saw that the old lady didn't even have the right gesture for holding the pen, and she insisted on tracing it on the letter paper like a gourd painting, crooked, like a bunch of indescribable mysterious characters.

She said, "Ashu, how is your health? How are you and your husband? Are you free to come back and see Xiaomu?"

And so on.

But as she was writing, she began to scold again, and she scolded as she spoke, filled with righteous indignation every word, and tears mixed with saliva all over the sky.

"How can you leave your son behind? Why didn't your father come back to see him off when he died? You live a good life over there, and your son can't even pay for his tuition here! He is bullied by those little hooligans in the town every day!"

The old lady's withered fingers curled into big fists that kept waving, just like soldiers who threw their heads and blood during the war against the enemy, even their souls were boiling.

She has lived until now, there are too many times when she is lonely——

When her husband died; when the elder son was crippled but refused to see her; when the second son was lying in the morgue; when the younger daughter eloped with an unknown man; When the grandson left and lost contact...

The old lady's life was actually very bitter and lonely.This woman has lived her whole life in wind and rain, suffered all her life, and her sorrow seems to have no end, and she has followed her all her life like a shadow.

According to Lu Juan's instructions, You Liangmu wrote down each word on the waste paper so that she could copy it.But after thinking about it, he quietly crossed out the original sentence and replaced it with something else.

"Don't come back, live your life well. We live well in our hometown. I hope you are happy."

This kinship should be broken, and it might be a good thing for each other to live a more peaceful life.

The old lady held the fountain pen tremblingly, and copied the words written by You Liangmu on the letter paper stroke by stroke. She continued to write even when her hands were cramped, and she cried loudly, which scared others away.

In fact, she had no idea what those words meant.

You Liangmu was afraid that she would be out of breath from crying, so he gently patted her on the back, "Hey, okay, if you cry again, you will be blind..."

When the old lady wrote the word "Youliangmu", she cried like a steam engine that had been in disrepair for a long time.

The only thing she could recognize was her grandson's name.

You Liangmu finally couldn't hold it back, he gritted his teeth hard to suppress himself, sobbing uncontrollably still overflowed from his throat, he could only cover his mouth, he could neither breathe nor make a sound.

His biological mother, whom he had never met before, really made things difficult for both her mother and her son.

At this time, even if the biological mother really appeared, right in front of her eyes, You Liangmu also...

Not very keen to see.

His eyelids drooped, and he numbly exposed the hypocrisy of the other party, "It's not that you don't know how I'm doing...you just don't want to come back."

You Shu tugged at the heavy envelope, a large stack of square things, tears fell on it, and the kraft paper was wet.

"Xiaomu, can you...give mom a chance to make amends—"

Before she could say anything, a chapped hand snatched the envelope and threw it roughly.

"Get out!" You Qichao acted like a madman, "Don't appear in front of Ah Liang again! You don't deserve to be his mother!"

The stack of brick-thick money spilled out, and the red bills mixed with the white Ming coins on the ground spread all over the feet, which was really a spectacular spectacle of red and white.

You Shu stared at her elder brother with red eyes, "I'm coming back this time, and I want to bring Xiaomu—"

"I miss you!" You Qichao pulled You Shu violently like a maniac, grabbed her hair and pushed her out, "You still have the face? Get out! Get out! No one wants to see you here you!"

You Shu was wearing high-heeled shoes, and she fell backward without standing still. She grabbed the door frame and struggled with You Qichao like a shrew, leaving a few bloodstains on the other's face with her fingernails.

A good funeral turned into a noisy farce, like a running movie full of tears and wailing, each fragment flashed back and interlaced in You Liangmu's ear, and their You family had never been so lively.

Later he found out that it was her grandmother who called You Shu when she was sick, and You Shu came back from abroad.

I heard that You Shu had a family of her own over there, lived a happy life, became a virtuous and considerate wife to others, and became a gentle and beautiful stepmother to other children.

When he heard this, the kind-hearted You Liangmu couldn't help cursing and complaining, hoping that the woman would not be happy, and it would be better to live in the open and live in the open, and end up miserable.

Then she would have to come back, to Shabian Town, her abandoned home, and spend the rest of her life with her son, whom she regarded as a stain on her life.

If you ask him, can you understand?understand.Can that be forgiven?cannot.

There are too many people in the world that he refuses to forgive, and this woman is one of them.

Because she abandoned him and also his grandma.

At this moment, Lu Juan in the posthumous photo had a bright smile on her face, no amount of movement or noise could disturb her, she just looked at what happened in front of her with a smile.

Her son and daughter were fighting fiercely, and the villagers came to pull the fight, but they couldn't move it. Someone accidentally knocked over the brazier, and a few sparks splashed on You Liangmu, but Tang Yunqian blocked it with the back of his hand.

Guarding the ashes of the old lady, You Liangmu sighed as if talking to himself: "...Is it so difficult to say goodbye quietly?"

"It's not difficult." Tang Yunqian said warmly, "You talk to grandma for a while, just leave them alone."

The man stood behind You Liangmu, his tall and generous figure blocked everything, casting a thick shadow, covering You Liangmu's whole body, isolating the farce that was close at hand.

It seemed that all the fuss and noise had nothing to do with them.

"Grandma," You Liangmu promised her, "I will be fine, so you can rest assured..."

He also told Lu Juan that he would remember her forever.

Tang Yunqian stood behind You Liangmu, silently, and also bowed respectfully to the old lady.