"Gu Hui, wait, I, I can't run anymore."
The cold wind blew her cheeks red, and Xihe squatted on the ground panting. She really couldn't run anymore.
Gu Hui stopped, snowflakes fell on his shoulders, and the wind and snow blew all over his head and face. His fists clenched and unclenched, and the rapid rise and fall of his chest showed that he was very excited.
Xihe took a deep breath, stood up and stepped forward to hold his hand: "Let's go home."
The girl's warm little hands covered the back of the boy's cold hands, and she spoke softly: "Auntie made your favorite pork and cabbage dumplings tonight. Let's go back early and eat them while they're hot, okay?"
On a cold winter night, pedestrians hurriedly walked on the streets, and vehicles passed by quickly, setting off bursts of snow.
The young man's back was stubborn and stiff, and Xihe felt heartbroken for a moment: "Gu Hui, it's okay, you still have grandpa, Xiang Yuan and the others, and there will be many people who care about you in the future. President Gu is nothing to him."
Who hasn’t met a few scumbags in his life? But life has to go on.
You can't ruin your life because of those scum.
Xihe pressed his face against the young man's back, feeling a little cold: "Gu Hui, it's really okay." Shivering, he squeezed into the young man's arms, "Gu Hui, I'm cold."
The boy's stiff body finally responded. He lowered his head and looked at the girl's pale face.
He reached out and hugged her into his arms: "I'm sorry."
Xihe shook his head: "Let's go home, okay."
Gu Hui didn't say anything. He raised his hand to wave the car and put people in. He also got in.
The car drove away from the spot quickly. Xihe leaned forward and leaned into his arms. Gu Hui paused and stretched out his arms to hug him tightly. He looked out the window at the snowy sky, but what came to his mind was the face of the woman before she died. .
Even the paleness and morbidity can't hide the stunning beauty.
She smiled wantonly: "Little guy, do you hate me very much?"
He was only seven years old at the time, but he understood that this woman was terminally ill and would not survive.
The woman who gave birth to him and abandoned him was about to die, and from now on he was a motherless child.
Big tears fell from his eyes and hit the ground, but the little boy pursed his lips tightly and remained stubbornly silent. But the woman thought it was fun. She raised her hand to scrape it and put it into her mouth to taste it. She said she disliked it: "It's bitter."
He wanted to say, nonsense, the tears were obviously salty.
But he felt so uncomfortable, sore and swollen, that it took a lot of willpower to keep himself from crying.
The woman was lazily leaning on the hospital bed. She didn't want to undergo chemotherapy. She had black hair like a waterfall, and her facial features were delicate and beautiful. She half-squinted her eyes and looked at the child who was crying silently in front of her. This was his child.
She was ten months pregnant and gave birth to a child at the risk of becoming ugly.
Sure enough, she inherited his excellent genes as she thought, and they were so similar in both personality and appearance.
She smiled, proud and cheerful: "I really chose the right person."
Gu Hui couldn't understand what she was talking about, so he asked her: "Why don't you come back to see grandpa? Do you know how hard it is for grandpa? You..." He suppressed his tears, "You go take medicine and have surgery. , wait until you are well and be filial to grandpa, maybe then I won’t hate you."
The child's wide-open eyes hid a fear that he himself was not even aware of.
"What a duplicitous little guy."
The woman smiled lazily, but the next second she couldn't help coughing, as if she was about to cough out her lungs.
The child panicked instantly: "How are you? I'll call the doctor!"
"Don't go!"
The woman's voice was stern.
The child stood there anxiously.
The woman wiped the blood from her mouth and threw it into the trash can. She took a breath and leaned on the bedside, beckoning: "Come here." The child hesitated, and the woman was not in a hurry. After a while, the child slowly came closer -
Suddenly he ran into a cold embrace.
The child was stunned. This was the first time he was hugged by his mother.
The woman hugged the child tightly, tears falling silently, but with a smile on her face: "You are his son, he is the big bastard, and you are the little bastard."
"You little bastard, I'm going to leave my dad to you. You have to take good care of him, you know? You are my son, and you have to fulfill the filial piety that I cannot fulfill. This is called repaying the debt of the mother to the son."
"If I find out that you dare to abandon my father, I will...forget it, I'm lazy, do as you like."
"This is your child support. Save it and spend it until you reach adulthood. Well, buying a house won't be a problem. Of course, the premise is that you don't want to marry a rich girl. We can't afford to support a rich girl."
"besides……"
Her voice gradually lowered: "This is your father's address. If one day you really can't stand it anymore, you go find him."
The child suddenly raised his head, his eyes shining slightly, but in less than a second, he was destroyed by the woman.
She put her fingertips on the child's forehead and mocked: "Don't even think about it. He hates me so much that he hates me so much. If you really dare to go there, you will be ridiculed. If you are more ruthless, I will send you to Africa to dig coal." Maybe. What's more... he's already married and has children."
At that time, he was too young to hear the sadness inside: "His temperament means that he doesn't plan to look back now that he is married and has children."
"So, little bastard, unless you have to, you should just rely on yourself."
"Well, of course, if one day you have no choice but to go, please help me bring him a message, just say, I regret it."
The child subconsciously raised his head and was held in the woman's arms. She laughed so hard that he couldn't breathe: "Fuck! I don't regret it! I won't regret it even if I beat you to death! Cough cough cough, it can't be done anymore, little bastard, why are you so heavy? Get up and hit your mother and me."
There was a beeping sound in the room, and the door suddenly opened and a group of doctors rushed in.
The little boy tightly clutched the bank card in his hand and was pushed out of the door. The door was slammed shut from the inside. He stared at the door blankly. Suddenly, there was silence inside. The next second, his eyes and ears were covered, and he woke up again. Later he followed his grandfather back to the mountains.
call--
The wind howled outside the car window.
The car stopped at the gate of the community and the two got out of the car.
The villa was brightly lit, Mother Jiang was leaning on Father Jiang's shoulder and her back was intimate. Gu Hui suddenly stopped and said, "Jiang Mo."
Xihe subconsciously raised his head: "Hey? What's wrong?"
The young man looked at the warm scene in the villa. Now there was a room and a bed for him there. Just because she liked him, he suddenly had so much, family affection, love, and a bright future.
Gu Hui lowered his head: "You have talked about so many people today, but you are missing. Jiang Mo, are you planning to leave me?"
Xihe immediately glared: "Nonsense! How could I leave you!"
"Have you got the approval of my parents for your invasion of the house? You are not a fool to do business at a loss! Of course I want to keep you tightly tied to my side. There can't be any female mosquitoes except me!"
He pinched the young man's neck and made a fierce gesture: "In this life, you have no other way but to love me!"
"Otherwise... hum!"
Gu Hui smiled sullenly and gently took her hand off: "Okay, I only love you."
Gu Hui hooked the girl's chin, looked into her wide eyes, leaned over, and gently pecked her on the lips, then left at the touch: "Okay, let's go in." He held his girlfriend's hand and walked towards the villa.
The moment I opened the door, warmth surged in.
Xihe:! ! !
