In the ward.
"Han Dong, come over here. Mom has a few words to say to you.”His pale and thin hand waved in the air, beckoning toward Han Dong. Her voice was weak.
"Mom, you're not angry with me anymore?" Han Dong threw himself to the side of the bed in a panic, his voice tinged with tears, but it was filled with unconcealable ecstasy.
Ever since Li Shanshan caused a ruckus in the ward, Mother Han had been indifferent to him and rarely spoke to him every day. Judging from Mother Han's complexion these few days, she was indeed nearing her end. Watching Mother Han suffer in the hospital bed, thinking about how Mother Han had brought him up and the tension between mother and son, Han Dongdun could only bear the pain in his heart to the point where he almost lost the ability to breathe.
Mother Han squeezed out a smile on her pale face.""Silly child, how can there be overnight hatred between mother and son!”She caressed Han Dong's hair lovingly, and her eyes that had lost their light suddenly burst into tears. She choked and said," I'm not angry at you. I'm just angry at myself, and I don't know how to face you.”
" Mom..." Hearing this, her tears of sorrow were like a flood that broke through a dam. It was uncontrollable and could not be stopped.
"Silly child, men don't cry easily. Don't cry. Mom asked you, do you still like Wanqing?”Mother Han gently patted Han Dong's back, and her gaze shifted away from Han Dong's face to stare at the white ceiling.
Han Dong did not want to bring up those troubling matters when his mother was seriously ill.
His silence was met with a long sigh from Mother Han. Tears immediately fell like rain."It's all Mom's fault. Mom harmed you. If it weren't for my illness…"
"Mom, don't say that. " You'll definitely get better…" Seeing his mother's dying appearance, Han Dong suddenly felt terrified, and he tightly gripped his mother's pale and shriveled hand.
Facing her beloved son, Mother Han could not let go of him. Unfortunately, he was terminally ill and could not escape what was supposed to come.
Mother Han shook her head, closed her eyes, and forced a bitter smile.""Silly child, I know my body best. Listen to Mom and don't waste it on me.”
Han Dong's eyes were filled with tears. Ever since he was young, his mother had been his driving force, and now that he had seen this support fall, he had finally tasted the taste of fear for the first time.
"Han Dong, promise Mom that you'll take good care of yourself.”
Her breathing suddenly became abnormally rapid, and Han Dong nodded nervously.
"Wanqing is a good girl. You have to grab hold of it. If she became our daughter-in-law, Mom would die in peace.”
After saying this, she took her last breath and was like a dying lamp.
Han Dong's empty eyes widened, and after a " beep " sound was heard, a parallel straight line appeared on his electrocardiography. His entire body collapsed, and he collapsed onto the ground.
In Starbucks.
Mu Wanqing quietly stirred the latte in her coffee cup, her mind wandering. Qin Tian, who was sitting opposite her, called her a few times but she did not notice.
She recalled the phone call from Han Dong that had instantly caused the afternoon to lose its warmth.
Han Dong's cold and slightly hoarse voice rang out beside her ear.""Wanqing, can you attend the funeral the day after tomorrow? I think my mom would really want to see you one last time…"
At that moment, Mu Wanqing's mind froze. She lamented the fragility of life and the impermanence of life.
How could such a gentle and easy-going person leave this world so easily?
"Why? Are you still thinking about what happened in the afternoon?”Qin Tian's gentle and concerned voice sounded. Looking at Mu Wanqing who was in a state of unease, he was slightly worried.
When Mu Wanqing's thoughts returned to her mind, the coffee in front of her was already cold.
"Yes. I'm just a little sad." Mu Wanqing said lightly.
She told Qin Tian everything about her visit to Mother Han in the hospital and her death, but she omitted the conversation between her and Han Dong under the lilac tree.
"Birth, aging, illness, and death are all natural. Sorrow and joy were an attitude. The tangled points of life were that they couldn't let go, couldn't figure it out, couldn't see through, couldn't forget, and couldn't pass. We can't control nature, we can only change our attitude.”
Mu Wanqing's lips curled up, but she forced herself to hold back her laughter,""It's a pity not to become a monk after saying such Zen words.”
" Ah…" Qin Tian couldn't help but chuckle. He then put his palms together and pretended to be serious as he said,""My six roots are not clean yet, and I still have some worldly ties, so I escaped early to renounce asceticism.”
" Ah..." Qin Tian's antics made Mu Wanqing laugh so hard that she almost choked.
At this moment, her small face, which was pink due to panting, was inlaid with delicate facial features. There was not a single flaw on her beautiful face.
Looking at Mu Wanqing who had a peerlessly beautiful face, Qin Tian's heart could not help but waver.
Mu Wanqing raised her eyes and saw Qin Tian looking at her with a smile that was a little stunned. There was a slight glow in his eyes and Mu Wanqing's heart trembled. She moved her gaze away and picked up the cold latte in her cup.
The next moment, Qin Tian's slender and beautiful hand gently pulled the cup away from her hand.
Mu Wanqing looked up at him.
"It's not good for your stomach if you drink too much cold food." Qin Tian said softly.
"Yes."
"Do you want me to go with you the day after tomorrow?"
"There's no need to trouble yourself. In the afternoon, Dream Clouds called to accompany me.?”Mu Wanqing smiled gently at him.
A trace of warmth and gratitude unconsciously flashed across her heart. His care was meticulous and omnipresent.
Qin Tian was such an existence. He never asked much and also would not ask others for anything. At the same time, he would always be the most caring person, encouraging and supporting Mu Wanqing in all aspects. He was considerate but not attentive, polite but not abrupt. Facing such a person, Mu Wanqing was extremely relaxed. As they got closer and closer, Mu Wanqing had thought more than once that no matter what path they were on, she was still fortunate that he was there.
A mischievous look flashed across her clear eyes. Why did she feel so empty even though he was right beside her? He couldn't tell what was wrong. It was as if he had forgotten something or overlooked something. Was he too greedy, or…
Mother Han's body was sent to the funeral parlor for cremation three days after her death.
The funeral was simple, low-key and solemn. Mother Han's relatives and friends came to mourn with heavy hearts. Han Dong was the sole organizer of the entire funeral.
Mother Han's sudden departure cast a dark cloud over everyone's hearts. Many people silently wiped away their tears. Amongst the dark mourners, Mu Wanqing's clear and bright eyes stared intently at the expressionless Han Dong in front of the mourning hall. Her heart ached-it was as if Han Dong had lost so much weight in just one night. The green stubble on his chin, his slightly messy hair, and the faint blood vessels in his eyes all showed how dejected Rong Zhi was at this moment. Where was the image of the meticulous and dignified person in front of her?
Han Dong was dressed in mourning clothes, his expression cold and calm. He hugged the urn tightly in front of his chest, and returned the greeting with a measured manner, without any flaws, not leaving a single blind spot.
Vaguely, Mu Wanqing felt as if the Han Dong who was heavily armed from the outside to the inside had returned. That talented Han Dong, that vigorous and powerful Han Dong, that radiant Han Dong.
Perhaps it was because of the tears in her eyes, but Mu Wanqing could no longer see Han Dong's face clearly. She could only vaguely feel that Han Dong's current expression made her look too sad.
That was an expression that should not have appeared on Han Dong's face.
That Han Dong was so unfamiliar that he seemed unreal, and it made Mu Wanqing feel as if the distance between them was getting further and further apart.
Shen Mengyun quietly grabbed Mu Wanqing's slightly cold hand and looked at her worriedly. She saw the unbearable and heartache in her eyes.
Mu Wanqing understood and smiled at her,""I'm fine."
……
As the mourning came to an end, Mu Wanqing and Shen Mengyun left the scene. Mu Wanqing didn't dare to stay any longer. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, her tears would flow out. She could completely understand the pain of having a son who wanted to raise him but not his parents. When faced with Han Dong, she did not know how to console him. Even she herself was feeling so sad that she was on the verge of losing her composure, so how could she use that pile of weak and powerless great principles to console others? In the end, she chose to run away. Or rather, to avoid him.
Mu Wanqing did not drink a single drop of water the entire afternoon. Shen Mengyun's heart ached when she saw her haggard face. After leaving the mourning scene, Shen Mengyun directly dragged her into a Chinese restaurant.
Unable to endure Shen Mengyun's pestering, Mu Wanqing took the menu and glanced at the Soy Sauce Fried Rice. Her body suddenly froze and she ordered it.
She remembered that back when she was in university, Han Dong would often bring her to his house on weekends. Almost every time, Mother Han would make a big bowl of delicious soy sauce fried rice for her, and then randomly stir-fry a vegetable dish. Then, she would drink a bowl of rice wine and eggs to eat her fill! She still remembered the trick that Mother Han had taught her to make soy sauce fried rice. It was that soy sauce fried rice must be stir-fried with pork fat and sprinkled with some chopped green onions at the end.
Later on, after she had parted ways with Han Dong, she would occasionally order a serving of Soy Sauce Fried Rice at the restaurant, but it was never the taste she remembered! Now, Mother Han's voice and smile had turned into thin air, scattered all over the world. The world was really unpredictable.
When the waiter brought the fried rice, Mu Wanqing was still in a daze. Shen Mengyun urged her before she picked up the spoon and took a symbolic bite, but it tasted like wax.
"Wanqing." Shen Mengyun looked worriedly at Mu Wanqing, wanting to say something but hesitating.
Mu Wanqing lowered her eyes and looked a little dazed. Her thick eyelashes were long and covered her black pearl-like pupils.
Shen Mengyun and Mu Wanqing had been best friends for many years. No matter how well Mu Wanqing concealed her emotions, Shen Mengyun could see the turmoil in her heart. Just like now, she could see that Mu Wanqing was struggling between Qin Tian and Han Dong.
"Dream Clouds. I'm fine." Mu Wanqing said slowly," Tell me, if I choose Han Dong, will I…" She narrowed her beautiful eyes, and her gaze drifted about, finally landing on a certain spot in the air.
Shen Mengyun quietly wanted to hear Mu Wanqing continue, but the person in front of her stopped herself, feeling extremely conflicted.# Daguan Review Passed: Daguan Time:111420183: 37PM #Cancel Review All: wdd201302 Time:111420185: 54PM #
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