Chapter 63 Constant Obstruction, Mother-Child Love

"How have you been these years?" After hesitating, he and Joan still spoke carefully, and suddenly trembling and looking forward to it.

"Good or bad, isn't it all like this?"

Shui Qingyan's still had no ups and downs, which made the woman's heart hurt. She did not find that her eyes had faded when she heard his answer. What's more, he didn't find that the teenager's eyes also fluctuated when he saw her these lows.

"I'm sorry." She couldn't think of anything other than these two words, although it was still pale.

"Sorry?" Shui gently shook his head and looked at her eyes with transparency and stability that did not belong to this age. "No matter what identity other people or yourself position themselves in, you never need to say those two words to me."

If she is an old friend, she doesn't need it; if she is a biological mother, if she is a biological mother...

The teenager's face was finally moved. She didn't know that his eyes were unconsciously full of admiration, although he hid it deeply.

The figure in her eyes seemed to be weak. The bamboo forest was windy, and she swayed in the wind, as if she would disappear with the wind in the blink of an eye. The water gently withdrew his sight and sat on the ground full of fallen leaves. He looked up at the sky. His eyes were green to cover the sky, and there were sporadic light spots, covering the original mood in his eyes.

"I've never seen my mother."

He Qiong suddenly looked up, but saw the teenager sitting alone in a corner looking at the sky, holding one foot and hanging quietly on his waist. His edges and corners are becoming more and more distinct, with perseverance. Although the figure has not been fully unfolded, the hidden temperament has spread out layer by layer. When you come to the world, the arbitrary publicity seems to overlap with the figure in the memory. It's just that the figure is too lonely.

She walked in slowly and sat down beside him. What she can do at this moment is a listener.

"At the beginning of my memory, Aunt Bing is taking care of me." Shui Qingyan's eyes gradually blanked as if he had fallen into a distant and long memory. "All people never take the initiative to talk about anything about my mother. So do I. I don't talk about my mother or him."

He Qiong's heart tightened. Looking at the teenager beside him, he couldn't hide his loss and pain. "Do you hate them?"

"Hate?" The teenager did not look at the woman beside him, but frowned slightly when he heard the word, and then he was relieved, "How can you hate it?" The water smiled very lightly, but it was so real that she almost thought it was a dream.

"Hate that they love each other too much? I hate my mother who gave birth to less than a month old? Or do you hate the relatives who love me so much? He finally turned his head to look at her, and the clarity in his eyes was the brilliance she had never seen before. "How can you hate it?" He asked with a smile, and she choked.

He didn't know the rolling emotion in her heart, but he was just immersed in his thoughts.

"But I'm still curious, what kind of people are my parents? Later, I grew up and began to consciously pay attention to collecting everything about them, and they didn't know it.

Speaking of this, Shui Qingyan seemed to think of something that his expression was getting softer and softer. He and Joan had never seen him like this, but just waited quietly.

"It was not until one day I turned to the dusty handbook in my mother's living room, and from then on, I began to understand everything about my mother little by little. Looking at the bits and pieces my mother wrote down when she was pregnant with me, I began to describe her little by little and began to imagine how she felt when she recorded these things.

Listening to him, and Joan did not know that the corners of her mouth had been slowly held up. She seemed to be able to see Xi Xinmiao when recording these bits and pieces, and could feel her mood at that time. It must be happy and looking forward to it.

The woman's expression was imprinted in his eyes, and the young man's eyes fluctuated, flowing with some kind of overflowing color. "My mother is delicious. I like Fuji's slightly charred fried dumplings the most, and I never get tired of eating them. She is funny and has a lot of ideas. She often makes people turn over. She lives a graceful life, smiles when she is happy, and scolds when she is unhappy. She lives a true life and never lacks a life-and-death friendship. Do you think I should be honored to have such a strange woman as my mother?

"Hahaha." The depressed mood was completely blown away by the teenager's words, and his mood improved strangely. This child did it on purpose.

"Your mother is indeed a rare weirdo, but--" He Qiong turned her head to look at the teenager with relief in her eyes. "It should be your mother who should be proud to have a son like you."

Unfortunately, the mother... thought about this, and Joan's eyes darken slightly.

"Although it hasn't arrived yet, I still want to say happy birthday. Do you want any gifts? As long as they are not too expensive, I can try my best to satisfy you.

She wanted to pick up the topic, but the sudden silence of the teenager shocked her.

The curvature of the corners of Shui Qingyan's mouth became a little astringent, and his eyes stared back at the front, watching a fallen leaf scattering from the air. His eyes were even more lonely.

"You are the first person to say happy birthday to me." His words were soaked in the sadness pool, and the tolerant sadness was unbearable.

"I never have a birthday," he paused slightly, but he and Joan already knew it. He couldn't help but feel great pain in his heart, but he couldn't stop him from continuing. "My birthday, my mother's death anniversary, I never dared to celebrate it." He pulled up a laughter. "Everyone was sad that day. There was no laughter on their faces. All I saw was gray failure and death. I'm not qualified for a birthday."

"Nonsense!"

Shui Qingyan was shocked by the woman who suddenly made a sound. He looked at her in amazed look at her. Seeing that her face was condensed, her eyes were condensed with heavy pain and pity, and she was actually angry.

For a moment, he was stunned and didn't respond.

"Your mother used her life for your well-being. How can she be willing to see you suffer a little grievance? You are her treasure, her life!"

"I'm - her treasure?"

At this time, the water soft words were no longer the calmness and indifference of the past. He faded his cold shell, and finally exposed his fragile nakedness in front of this red-eyed woman, repeating her words like an ignorant child. The hardness in his eyes was broken little by little, flashing infinite water.

After all, he is just a ten-year-old child.

It was not until the salty corners of his eyes overflowed into the corners of her mouth that He Qiong realized that she had lost her composure and opened her eyes in a panic, and the teenager also restrained the emotions that had just leaked at the same time.

Neither of them seems to be used to the scene just now.

"There is no doubt that children are the treasures of their mothers. If you are happy, your mother will be gratified. He Qiong's voice was still a little hoarse, and the saltiness in her mouth slowly became bitter, and her heart was even more miserable. At that moment, she desperately wanted to shout that he was her treasure. However, she can't.

Looking at the back of the woman who leaned towards him, he didn't know the struggle and pain in her heart, the mother and son were connected, how could the missing memory be blocked?

But he didn't dare to scream, and he didn't dare to scream. He was afraid that his screaming would cause her trouble. What can be done is to wait and wait for the day when her memory recovers while approaching step by step.

"Well, can I ask you for a gift now?"

Behind him was the teenager's slightly anxious inquiry. He was stunned and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. After taking a few deep breaths, he slowly turned around and looked at the pair of blue eyes full of expectation, as if he was mixed with a little care.

He Qiong's heart had already turned into a piece of warm water, pretending to be difficult. "State in advance, if it's too expensive, I can buy it--" Before I finished speaking, my body was tightly wrapped by a strong arm. "You don't have to buy it, just let me hug you."

The teenager knelt down and wrapped his hands around the woman's waist. She stood. Such a harmonious posture made people want to cry.

He put his face close to the woman's abdomen and absorbed the quietness that belonged to her. That is the place where his life was conceived. The water gently hooked its lips, and silently let the tears soak the woman's clothes.

I was shocked by such a sudden action as Shui Qingyan, but after coming to my senses, I and Joan found that I couldn't break free. How could I be willing to push him away?

Her eyes were blurred. All she knew was that her trembling hands covered the top of the child's head, like countless elders caressed the top of the teenager's head over and over again, feeling his trembling. She patted it, as if to comfort him. Then, a touch of love bloomed at the corners of her mouth for a long time.

In the bamboo forest, the wind is blowing, the leaves are floating, and a pair of people are hugging each other. They have the most beautiful name in the world: mother and son.

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