Yang Haozhong didn't go to school anymore. He hid in his room and took out the cigarettes that his father had treasured when he was alive, hoping that he could use it to relieve his discomfort like his father. The result was disappointing. It was not that useful. He couldn't find anything to vent. He felt so painful. He tore his clothes like a madman and hugged himself tightly, trembling. He felt his weak body and found some support. He touched his arm and saw the smoke marks left by his father. He smiled. It was the first time he had smiled in a few days. He lit the cigarette butt that was left, took a deep puff, and pressed the red cigarette butt against his arm.
" Ah…" He let out a satisfied sigh, like a drug addict who had finally found his drug.
He tortured himself every day to get some pleasure. Some people wondered why he didn't die. He really did not have the courage to die. He was afraid of death. He was afraid of seeing his father's swollen face after being soaked in water for a long time.
Every day, he would crawl out of his room at a certain time to eat something. His mother was at home, and she treated him like a stranger. She did not talk to her son and only walked around the room and kitchen until night.
One day, he didn't hear any footsteps outside the room. He couldn't be bothered to look because he didn't want to move. Suddenly, there was a pungent smell in the room.
"Gas!" Yang Haozhong quickly got up and stumbled to open the door. A thick gas rushed towards them. The doors and windows of the room were tightly shut. He covered his nose and rushed into the kitchen, stunned. Lou Tingyu lay on the kitchen floor, motionless.
" Mom…" Tears streamed down his face. He rushed over, hugged her, and shook her, trying to wake her up. He was afraid to face a cold corpse again.
"Mom, wake up! Mom, don't scare me! Please wake up."
Lou Tingyu opened her misty eyes slightly, moved her mouth, and said something very softly. Yang Haozhong heard it clearly, and it was like a seal knife carving into his heart.
"I want to die." She fainted in her son's arms. His mother's last words lingered in Yang Haozhong's ears like a curse, suffocating him. Yang Haozhong couldn't let her die. He couldn't. He was too lonely.
Yang Haozhong carried her in a daze and staggered to the door. He opened the door with great effort and stumbled downstairs. He fell on the road in the neighborhood. The moment he fell, he used his body to protect his mother and shouted with his last strength," Save my mother…" He fell to the ground.
"Mom!" Yang Haozhong woke up crying from his nightmare and found that his surroundings were white. The sky outside was also bright and pale. Trembling, he curled up his body, gritted his teeth, and trembled…
At this moment, a nurse from the clinic walked over.
"Do you feel better? You're poisoned by gas. Fortunately, it's not very serious. But there's still…"
"Where's my mom? How is she?" He sat up and interrupted the nurse. He didn't want to know what was wrong with him at all. Life and death were nothing to a person like him. Besides, he couldn't die at all.
"She's a little troublesome." The nurse couldn't bear to look at his twisted face. She pretended to help him pull the blanket and said," The gas poisoning is a little serious. Even though she's in the hyperbaric oxygen chamber, there may be some sequelae. Long-term treatment is needed."
"No!" Tears welled up in his eyes as he beat his head in pain." Why not me? Why? It's all because of me."
"Don't be like this. You're poisoned too, and your body is very weak!”The nurse pulled his hand hard.
The noise in the ward attracted other medical staff.
"What do you want? If you want to die, don't save your mother." An elderly middle-aged woman said fiercely to him.
"Can she still be saved?" He suddenly sobered up.
"I won't die, but my intelligence will be affected and I'll lose my memory temporarily.”The middle-aged woman seemed to have long seen through the birth, aging, sickness, and death of so many people. She still said calmly," Your mother's condition requires constant recuperation. I heard from the neighbor who sent you here that your father passed away. If you don't take care of your son, no one will take care of him. If you want to die, we shouldn't waste any more time saving your mother.”
Her harsh words had hurt his nerves, but he knew that she was telling the truth.
He was silent. Seeing that he was no longer making a fuss, the surrounding medical staff gradually dispersed. Only the nurse was still by his side. She looked at Yang Haozhong with pity.
"Can I see her?" Yang Haozhong raised his head and said calmly. "Put on some clothes, I'll take you there.”The nurse handed me a hospital gown. I obediently put it on and didn't say anything. I obediently followed her through the cold and narrow passages to the intensive care unit.
Outside the glass wall, he saw his mother lying peacefully with an oxygen tube still attached to her, as if she was isolated from the world because of this glass. But was that still his mother? He couldn't quite recognize her now. Her originally dark hair had a lot of white hair, and from afar, her hair was white. Her originally rosy cheeks were deeply sunken, and her eyes appeared even bigger.
Yang Haozhong couldn't see any signs of life on her face. If it weren't for the fact that the surveillance equipment next to her was still pulsing, he would have thought that she had died like his father.
He couldn't go in, and he didn't dare to. He caressed her face from the window, and tears flowed into his mouth again. He turned around and ignored the nurse. He walked back to the ward according to his memory. She quickly followed Yang Haozhong and watched him lie back on his bed like a zombie, staring at the ceiling.
She was a little worried. After standing beside him for a while, she left because more patients needed her.
Yang Haozhong did not move because he needed too much energy to think. Thinking about the sweet love he had experienced over the past two months, the dirty accusations, his father's death, and his mother's suicide, he had suffered too much. It was as if he could no longer see the sun in his life. He was tired and in pain. If his strong mother chose to commit suicide, she must be like him, exhausted and unable to find any meaning in life.
But was he going to watch her die just like that? Or should he jump off the roof of this building first to escape the suffering of this world? Then, he would leave the pain of his last life to his mother in the monitoring room to savor alone.
Yang Haozhong's entire body trembled. This was too cruel. It turned out that living in this world was the greatest punishment for people. He decided to accept all the punishment alone.
At that moment, the sky finally lit up. The first ray of sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains on his body. There was no warmth at all. It only represented the beginning of his punishment.
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