When Xia Ye was eight years old, her parents divorced.
Grandma once asked him: "Xia Ye, if Dad and Mom are separated, just if..."
Xia Ye was a little surprised. In his impression, noisy parents would separate, and his father and mother never quarreled. Grandma asked again: "Can you forgive them?"
Xia Ye was confused. At that time, he could only look up to his parents, and it seemed strange to use the word "forgive". But seeing grandma's gaze, he nodded instinctively. Grandma just breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and stroked his head.
Grandma died shortly after.
Xia Ye felt that he understood many things overnight.
On the day mom moved out, Xia Ye took her hand and asked, "Mom, are you going to be separated from dad?"
Mother was wearing a white hat, her short black hair was lightly pressed, and the primrose-colored sleeveless dress smelled very good. Xia Ye felt that she would shine in the sun, she was surprisingly young and beautiful.
Mom touched his head and said lightly: "Mom will always be Xia Ye's mother."
Xia Ye didn't speak, he already understood that this would be irreparable, but he still stubbornly held his mother's hand and refused to let go, as if it would be better if it was complete for a minute or a second.
"Summer night..." Mom's voice was a little embarrassed.
Xia Ye shook his head.
He was ashamed, too, that he hadn't held onto his mother's hand like this since he graduated from kindergarten, not even when he was sick.
"I'll come back to see you often," Mom said.
"No!" Xia Ye lost his temper.
Mom knelt down and hugged him.
Xia Ye struggled a few times, and finally leaned on her shoulder and cried.
He was even more ashamed, men are not allowed to cry.
But this time my mother didn't say "don't cry". Xia Ye quietly felt her breath, enjoying the warmth before parting. All his senses were opened, and he was surrounded by the rich fragrance of flowers and plants in the garden in early summer, the rose trees were full of flowers, and he could even hear the sound of flying insects vibrating their wings through the flowers and leaves.
Xia Ye wanted to remember this perfect moment.
Until Li Yu broke in.
Seeing a guest entering the garden, mother immediately let go of Xia Ye.
Xia Ye remembered that scene very deeply—seeing Li Yu, her mother's face changed instantly. Her tenderness and love faded away, leaving only aloofness and indifference in her eyes.
Li Yu is a frequent visitor to their house. In the past, Xia Ye only felt that his mother was not warm enough to him, but now he suddenly understood that his mother hated him.
"You're too impatient," Mom said.
What are you anxious about? Xia Ye didn't understand at the time. But he intuitively thought of the reason why his mother left.
Li Yu blushed, the more shy his attitude was, the more stern his mother's face became, even with a hint of sarcasm.
Xia Ye hated Li Yu from then on.
The year her parents divorced, Xia Ye took a year off from school. Then he started skipping grades and went to high school at thirteen, having fully understood what happened between his parents.
Although he understood that Li Yu and his father had no real content, the contempt and ridicule from his mother at that moment had been completely transmitted to him and fused into his flesh and blood, making him unable to be pleasant to Li Yu.
Li Yusheng has fair skin, a thin waist, and a pair of eyes that are more moist than a woman's. Xia Ye has never seen a man more beautiful than Li Yu since he was a child.
Xia Ye felt disgusted.
Xia Ye also noticed that Li Yu carefully matched his clothes and shoes every time he came, and there was nothing inappropriate and comfortable about him, and he still had a faint smell of perfume on his body.
too disgusting.
In the end, it became a habit to laugh at Li Yu. Sometimes he knew that he didn't have to be so harsh, but he still couldn't help it.
And he knew that Li Yu would endure all his ridicule because of his love for Wu and Wu.
Thinking of this, Xia Ye felt that Li Yu was in debt.
Dad didn't care about him at all, but he kept his posture so low, it was almost humble. Xia Ye felt that it was human nature for him to want to take advantage of the trend and step on his feet.