In the dim light, Wei Ying saw Gu Yihan leaning against the bed and almost didn’t recognize that this was the elegant female pianist.
Gu Yihan looked very frail, her pale face looked sickly, her dull eyes brightened slightly after seeing him coming in and with some difficulty she showed a little smile and said:
“Wei Ying, come and sit down.”
Wei Ying politely greeted Aunt Gu, and sat down on the chair beside Gu Yihan’s bed.
Gu Yihan didn’t say anything else, she just quietly gazed at the teenager in front of her, her eyes seemed to be empty but at the same time filled with something.
Wei Ying was a little uncomfortable by Gu Yihan’s look. He wanted to say something to break the silence, but he saw Gu Yihan suddenly start to shed tears, silent and painful.
He panicked and gave Gu Yihan a tissue, but Gu Yihan didn’t take them.
She covered her face with her hands and quietly shed tears, as if the tears couldn’t end, and only after a long time did she say to him, “I’m sorry, I’m not completely well, sometimes I can’t control my emotions.”
Wei Ying said it was okay, he knew Gu Yihan’s depression was serious, but didn’t know how to persuade her.
After crying, Gu Yihan seemed to have calmed down a bit.
She lifted her head to look at Wei Ying again, and after looking for a long time, she smiled and said, “You really look like Ah Se.”
Wei Ying then cautiously followed her words and asked, “What kind of person is my mother?”
Gu Yihan’s gaze still fell on his face, as if it fell on a person a long time ago through him.
She talked a lot intermittently, mostly about the things that Cangse Sanren and her grew up with.
Those times should be very happy, because when Gu Yihan said it, she always had a slight smile on his face.
Wei Ying listened very carefully, and he confirmed his suspicions that Gu Yihan did like Cangse Sanren, in the same way that he and Lan Zhan did.
It was just that when Gu Yihan spoke about Cangse Sanren’s pregnancy, her emotions suddenly broke down again, and she again covered her face and cried, tears flowing down from her fingers, like a confessor on her knees.
Wei Ying comforted him helplessly, but Gu Yihan suddenly grabbed his hand, like a drowning man clutching the wooden board, saying “I’m sorry” over and over again.
“Auntie Gu, you are not sorry for me.” Wei Ying frowned, his hand that was scratched was a bit painful.
But Gu Yihan shook her head, still clutching Wei Ying’s hand hard, crying incoherently, “No, I’m the one who’s sorry to A’Se, I’m the one who’s sorry to A’Se’s son, it’s my fault, Wei Ying, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Wei Ying looked at Gu Yihan who was immersed in painful emotions, his heart was very uncomfortable.
After finally waiting for her to calm down a bit, he planned to talk about other topics to divert Gu Yihan’s attention, but Gu Yihan looked up at him again, and light appeared in her tear-filled eyes at first, as if she had finally found a way to redeem herself, she said with some excitement.
“Wei Ying, I will make it up to you, I will make up for what I owe you in the past ten years, you can treat me as your mother, okay? Okay?”
She looked at Wei Ying almost pleadingly, as if she would collapse if Wei Ying did not promise her.
There was only a deep sigh left in Wei Ying’s heart.
For Gu Yihan, the only one who could save her from her despair and guilt was Cangse Sanren’s child.
It was once Jiang Cheng, but now it is him.
He shook his head, did not agree to Gu Yihan, but said to Gu Yihan in a soft tone as much as possible.
“Auntie Gu, I know you feel indebted to me because of my mother.” He paused and continued, “But what you owe is not me, and I am not your child.”
Gu Yihan didn’t seem to understand what he meant and said eagerly, “It doesn’t matter, I will treat you as if you were my own child. A’Se’s child is my child.”
She didn’t know what suddenly came to her mind again, she grabbed Wei Ying’s hand a little tighter and pleaded bitterly, “Wei Ying, move over here, you can live here with Zhan, you can treat him as your brother, we are all your relatives, he will take care of you with me, okay?”
Wei Ying looked at the pale and sick woman in front of him, and there was a sudden surge of sorrow. He did not answer Gu Yihan’s question, but only asked softly:
“Aunt Gu, what is Zhan to you?”
Gu Yihan stared at him blankly, as if she didn’t understand what he was saying.
Wei Ying took a deep breath, hesitated for a moment, but still said what he wanted to say to Gu Yihan:
“Zhan is your child, just like I am my mother’s child. He is not a continuation of your feelings for my mother, nor is he your foil to make up for me. It has never been me that you need to make up for over the past ten years. It’s Zhan, do you know?”
He stared at Gu Yihan, but Gu Yihan fell silent under his gaze, and the hand that grabbed him suddenly trembled and shrank back as if it had touched something sharp.
Wei Ying knew that Gu Yihan was avoiding this question, so he held Gu Yihan’s cold hand back, handed her the warmth of his own hand, looked into Gu Yihan’s eyes, and said in a slower tone.
“You are my mother’s best friend, my mother in heaven must not want to see you living in guilt for her for the rest of your life. She would want you to have a happy family and live a happy and joyful life for yourself, just like you used to do when you were with her.”
Hearing this sentence, Gu Yihan’s throat choked violently, her head hung down, tears falling one by one on the quilt.
She choked out, “But I have no way to…”
There was no way to break free from despair, only to live in regret day after day.
Wei Ying sighed softly.
“Mother Gu.”
Gu Yihan suddenly raised her head, her eyes were blurred, she blinked hard and saw the teenager in front of her smiling faintly at her as he said:
“Thank you for being willing to be my mom, it’s just that I hope that I can have a healthy and happy mom with Zhan, okay?”
The floor lamp cast a warm yellow light, illuminating this corner of the bed lightly, and after Gu Yihan cried for a long time, Wei Ying finally heard her answer, “Yes.”
He kept holding Gu Yihan’s hand until she fell asleep again, and only then did he walk out of the room.
Wei Ying stood alone in the corridor, leaning against the wall, looking at the picture of Cangse Sanren on the wall.
Lan Zhan grew up living in such an environment that missed Cangse Sanren everywhere.
Facing a mother whose heart and eyes were full of other people’s children, would he also loathe Cangse Sanren and her child?
But in the end, he ended up with Cangse Sanren’s real child by mistake.
He couldn’t tell what he felt in his heart, but he remembered what the old man at the wonton stand said to him that day.
That night in the canopy of the wonton stall, Wei Ying took advantage of the fact that Lan Zhan had gone out to buy a barbecue and asked the old man about the incident when Lan Zhan ran away from home when he was six years old, and the old man seemed to trust him and told him everything.
In the evening more than ten years ago, a beautiful-looking child was hanging around Old Yu’s stall, and he looked pitiful, so he greeted the child and sat him down on a simple wooden stool and cooked him a bowl of wontons to eat.
The child was obviously hungry, but ate slowly, looking across the intersection as he ate, as if he was waiting for someone.
Old Gu had nothing to do, so he crossed his legs and asked the child why he had run out alone, and whether he had quarreled with his parents.
The child shook his head, buried his head and drank the soup bit by bit without talking.
Old Sun had seen many children who had fought with their parents and threatened to run away from home.
Most of them didn’t get more than two miles away before they went back on their own, crying, so he persuaded them, saying. “Mom and dad scold you and beat you occasionally, all for your own good, but they all like you best.”
The child was silent for a while and said in a very calm tone, “My mother does not like me.”
When he spoke, he looked serious and sad.
Old Yu couldn’t help but be stunned. He smashed his mouth and said, “What kind of a mother doesn’t like her own child. Little friend, don’t think so. Your mother can’t find you now. I don’t know how anxious she is.”
The child stopped talking, and Old Yu wondered whether to call the police. When he was about to call, he saw his niece rushing over anxiously.
When she saw the child eating wontons at the wooden table, she was relieved and immediately hugged the child and wiped her tears.
It turned out that Old Yu’s niece was working as a nanny for someone in the university staff building, and the child was the son of the family.
Old Yu couldn’t help but ask his niece what had happened.
Perhaps it was because she had a long-standing grievance and when she finally got the chance to air it, her niece rambled on for nearly twenty minutes.
Hearing from her, this child’s mother was a pianist, and she couldn’t live in a well-groomed villa. She moved with her children to the university professor’s building where she lived as a child and hired her niece, who lived nearby, as a nanny.
The professor’s building was already old.
When the niece went out to buy things that afternoon, a circuit caught fire downstairs, and the fire went straight upstairs.
Fortunately, during the day, the few residents in the building quickly evacuated.
When her niece returned, the fire engine and ambulance had just arrived.
She anxiously searched for her employer; the mother and son, and heard from neighbors that the lady had come down with her son in her arms, but had fainted again because of nervousness.
She soon found the unconscious young lady in the ambulance, clutching a painting in her hand, and sitting beside her was a crying little boy who was being comforted by a nurse.
The niece just breathed a sigh of relief when she suddenly realized that the boy was not the lady’s own child, but a child named A-Cheng who often came to play.
Her heart was instantly in her throat, and she didn’t have time to ask.
She hurried to tell the firefighter that there might be a boy who hadn’t come down on the fourth floor.
The firefighter quickly hugged a little boy with a black and gray face down.
She saw the child crying and shouting to the firefighter, my mother and brother were still on it, please help my mother.
She looked away and didn’t hold back the tears that instantly fell.
“He took a nap in the room alone and woken up by the smoke. He went to look for his mother, thinking that his mother and brother were locked in the room, knocking on the door desperately and calling to his mother, how could he know that his mother had already carried someone else’s child down, and she also brought a useless painting, just forgetting her own son!”
The niece didn’t dare let the child hear her again, so she complained to Old Yu in a whisper with red eyes:
“I don’t know what she’s thinking, she treats her children badly and treats other people’s son like a treasure. I heard she has some kind of depression, but even if she’s mentally ill, even if her son has only been with her for a short time, she shouldn’t treat her own children like this!”
After listening with a complicated expression on his face, Old Yu only sighed. He couldn’t say anything about other people’s affairs.
He glanced at the child in the corner who was holding a bowl and drinking soup in his hands, walked over and asked the child:
“Still eat or not? Grandpa will give you another bowl of wontons.”
The child shook his head and said politely, “Thank you, grandpa, no need.”
Old Yu half squatted down and touched the child’s head. After thinking for a while, he then said to him kindly:
“People forget things when they’re sick, and when your mother is sick, she may forget you occasionally, but it’s not because she doesn’t like you.”
The child dropped his long eyelashes and did not say anything.
Old Yu also knew that the reason he gave was too far-fetched.
After all, the mother did not forget the children of other families. It was hard for him to see the child like this, so he thought about it and continued.
“Besides, besides your mother, there will be many other people who like you.”
The child then raised his eyes to look at him and asked seriously: “Will you like me the most like my mother likes didi?” (younger brother)
He used the word “most” with some emphasis, obviously he yearned for this word very much.
Like all children, he always wanted the best, the biggest, and the most.
Old Yu was stunned, and realized that this younger brother was probably the child carried down by his mother, and he could not help asking, “Your mother likes didi, so do you hate the brother?”
The niece was desperately making eyes at the side, as if she was unhappy with Old Yu for raising this somewhat cruel question.
The child was silent for a while and slowly shook his head: “Didi can make mother happy, so mother likes didi the most.”
Old Yu’s heart was mixed, he sighed lightly.
Picking up the child from the stool and raising it above his head, he smiled and teased the child with an exaggerated tone, saying.
“It’s okay, little friend, in the future, there will also be people in the world who love you most, most, and most!”
The child’s amber-like eyes lit up and asked softly, “When will that happen?”
“When you grow up, there will be one.” Old Yu smiled as he replied. He also had grandchildren himself, and usually liked to play with children.
The niece on the side could not help complaining: “Uncle, he is still young, don’t talk about it.”
But the child was obviously amused by Old Yu.
Old Yu finally watched the niece walk away with the child by the hand.
After that, the child’s house moved away from the university professor building, and the niece did not work as a nanny for Madam anymore, but she would occasionally talk about the beautiful child when she came over, worrying that he would be wronged at home.
What Yu Sun didn’t expect was that, after that, the child would follow the road and come over to eat a bowl of wontons.
He no longer asked those childish questions and never came alone, occasionally bringing back two bowls of wontons.
At that time, Wei Ying’s eyes turned red after listening to Old Yu.
He had always been faintly aware that Gu Yihan had placed too much emphasis on Jiang Cheng and of her polite and cold treatment towards Lan Zhan, but he had never imagined that Lan Zhan had been treated in this way when he was with Gu Yihan since he was a child.
He knew that Gu Yihan was sick, but he still couldn’t understand.
Nor did he dare to imagine that if he had lived beside Lan Zhan since he was young, would he also completely take away the mother’s love that belonged to Lan Zhan?
In the face of the indulgence of those relatives, would he really not become like Jiang Cheng?
Wei Ying didn’t dare to think about these problems.
He patted his face with his hand, adjusted his expression, and walked downstairs in a mixed mood.
On the stairs, he saw Lan Zhan waiting for him in the living room alone.
Hearing his footsteps, he raised his head and looked at him, showing a very gentle smile.
At that moment, Wei Ying seemed to see the child who waited for his mother to find him at the wonton stand many years ago.
Suddenly his nose became sore, he walked quickly to Lan Zhan, took his hand, and held it tightly.
Lan Zhan sensed Wei Ying’s emotions, lowered his head slightly, looked into his eyes and asked softly: “What’s wrong? Did my mother say something to you?”
Wei Ying didn’t say anything, just leaned his forehead on Lan Zhan’s shoulder, rubbed his neck and asked an inexplicable question, “Do you know who I am?”
Lan Zhan was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously replied with an unintentional answer: “You are Wei Ying.”
Wei Ying shook his head.
Lan Zhan came back and thought that Wei Ying was flirting coquettishly with him, so he smiled and said, “It’s my baby.”
Wei Ying did not hold back his joy. He stood on tiptoe, pressed close to Lan Zhan’s ear, and solemnly said in a low voice:
“Little friend Lan Zhan, I am the person who loves you the most, the most, and the most in the world.”
After Wei Ying finished speaking, Lan Zhan didn’t respond. He only stared at him, as if completely stunned.
The amber pupils reflected the figure in front of him, like a deep pool reflecting the moon.
He reached out and poked Lan Zhan’s waist and asked, “Are you honored…”
Before the question was finished he was suddenly kissed by Lan Zhan, his lips and tongue met.
From gentle and loving to searing and hot, but the person kissing him looked almost pious, as if someone who walked through the desert for several days kissing the Crescent Lake.
“I am very honored.”
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