When Song Moqing drove to Dongshan, it was already four in the afternoon. Along the way, she bought many of her mother's favorite snacks, as well as some daily necessities and clothes. She thought that the filial piety that she had not fulfilled for seven years would be slowly made up for in the days to come. After getting out of the car, Song Moqing looked around at the scenery. It was not much different from when he first arrived, but the air was fresher.
Seven years ago, Song Moqing had only settled his mother down here. After saying goodbye to the director, he flew away from this land and had not asked about it for a long time. Now that he thought about it, if his mother wanted to blame him, it was only right. After all, Song Moqing only cared about healing his wounds at that time, but he hurt the person who loved him. Song Moqing, who had always been smart, had never been able to change his mind when it came to love. It could even be said that Tang Yu was the only weakness of the perfect Song Moqing.
Song Moqing unloaded all the bags in the trunk and walked into the nursing home with them in his arms. On the green lawn of the sanatorium, Song Moqing saw his mother sitting on a bench. The nurse of the sanatorium stood beside her. Song Moqing didn't recognize the young nurse. She looked like a university student, at most 23 years old. When Huo Hong saw Song Moqing, she was shocked at first before her expression darkened. She turned to look at the nurse beside her and said," Little Lu, I'm really old. Why is Moqing back?”
The nurse called Little Lu laughed and bent down to whisper to Huo Hong," Granny, there's really someone standing there."”
After hearing their conversation, Song Moqing, who was standing not far away, had tears streaming down his face. She silently looked at her mother's old face. The once glamorous face had disappeared, and her temples were gray. However, her aloof temperament proved that Huo Hong was once beautiful. This was the answer to the saying,'The most unattainable thing in the world is the beauty in the mirror, the flower in the tree.'
She understood that her mother, who had once been loved by thousands of people, had lost her husband, wealth, praise, and all the halo. She was the only one left. However, he had abandoned her. How desperate must her mother be? After leaving for so many years, how lonely was her mother's life? Every day, he hoped that his only family member would come to see him, even if it was just for a minute. But year after year, day after day, waiting was like a bottomless pit, with no end. Her hopes were always dashed, and in the end, she no longer thought about it.
Song Moqing couldn't be bothered to wipe his tears. He lifted his feet and walked towards Huo Hong step by step. Standing beside Huo Hong, she did not say anything, as if she was waiting for the verdict, waiting for Huo Hong to scold her.
Huo Hong looked at her daughter with mixed feelings. There were too many things he wanted to say. In the end, she didn't say anything. She pulled Song Moqing into her arms and said gently," Silly child, if you feel wronged in the future, just hide in your mother's arms. Don't run around the world carrying your grievances."”
Song Moqing nodded heavily and cried uncontrollably. Ever since his father died, Song Moqing never had the chance to act coquettishly to his mother. His daily life revolved around studying and working. The mother and daughter barely spoke. They were busy earning money and gradually lost their former intimacy. This kind of life only gradually improved when Song Moqing was in his second year of high school. However, when Huo Hong and Song Moqing realized this sense of alienation, they were already used to living their own lives. Now that this long-lost warmth had returned to Song Moqing's life, she began to feel that there was nothing wrong with leaving for so many years. He had achieved success in his career, and his family and friendship were still there. As for love, as long as Song Moqing opened his mouth, what kind of man couldn't he find?!
That night, Song Moqing stayed in the nursing home. In the room, Huo Hong kept holding Song Moqing's hand and asking questions. The two of them kept chatting. Huo Hong listened to Song Moqing talk about how she had entered the Paris Academy of Fine Arts after a rigorous examination. She had experienced countless difficulties in learning how to paint and had to overcome the language barrier. Because Song Moqing was talented and intelligent, he was favored by the professor. Therefore, he had to get used to the jealous and disgusted gazes and gossip of others. After graduating from university, he took the postgraduate entrance examination, followed his mentor to various European countries to participate in art shows, and finally, he was able to create his own work…As Song Moqing spoke, his voice became softer and softer as he slowly fell asleep.
Looking at Song Moqing's gentle sleeping face, Huo Hong said quietly," In the past, I was always afraid that your father's matter would affect your future, so I worked hard to earn money and wanted you to live well. Now that you have everything you want, I don't have to worry anymore. As long as you live well, everything is good.”
As long as the child was fine, he would be fine. There was no exception for parents in this world.
The next morning, before Song Moqing left, he asked Huo Hong for her opinion on moving back to live with her. Huo Hong refused. She said," I'm used to the atmosphere and pace here. The city doesn't suit me anymore. As long as you come and visit me often! Say hi to Little Su for me."
Song Moqing obeyed her and nodded silently." I'll come again next time. It won't be long.”Then, he instructed the nurse, Little Lu, to take good care of his mother. After making sure that everything was clear, he drove away.
When she returned home, Song Moqing had already forgotten about the news in the magazine. Although she did mind, it wasn't something she should mind, she thought with a chuckle.
Seeing Song Moqing return, Su Jie asked carefully," Boss, are you in a better mood?”
Song Moqing said happily," Of course. You ran into Mommy's arms and cried all night. How could you not feel good? Your Auntie Huo even asked me to send her regards to you!”
Su Jie heaved a sigh of relief when she heard Song Moqing's not-so-funny joke. No matter what, this news had to die down as soon as possible! Otherwise, based on Song Moqing's personality, he would be sad alone in the dead of the night. Although Song Moqing didn't say it, Su Jie knew that she couldn't ignore Tang Yu. Because one day, Su Jie, who was cleaning, happened to find a simple poster in the cabinet. It could be seen that he had done it very carefully. Su Jie opened the poster and found out that the pictures and words inside were all related to Tang Yu. And just like a diary, the dates were clear, starting from 2004 until now. This meant that Song Moqing, who was in Paris, was also constantly following Tang Yu on the Internet and collecting all the information about him. How could anyone believe that Song Moqing didn't love Tang Yu?
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