Except for that time, he has not seen his mother again for so many years.
The mother who said everything was for his own good and whose hands were stained with blood.
He had hated them. What destroyed his life, Shen Mo, was not his childhood illness, but his own parents, who indirectly made him guilty of murder.
Later, as he grew older, he no longer hated her, but he didn't want to see her again. Yu Shengxia did not kill Yang Yan, which in Shen Mo's eyes was the greatest forgiveness.
"What's up with her?"
"Young Master Mo, your mother... passed away."
"Snapped"
Shen Mo's cell phone fell to the ground. All the color drained from his face in an instant, and his eyes seemed to be blurred. Such Shen Mo shocked Cheng Yijing: "Young Master Mo?"
Cheng Yijing walked over quickly and picked up Shen Mo's cell phone that had fallen on the ground. The call was still going on. Seeing Shen Mo's stunned expression, Cheng Yijing directly picked up the cell phone: "Hello? I'm Mr. Mo's assistant. What happened?”
No matter what happened, no matter how heinous Yang Yan was, she was still his mother.
Even if Yang Yan is not good to everyone in the world, she is really good to his son.
Although he had never visited Yang Yan for so many years, but now that he suddenly heard the news of her death, Shen Mo's heart seemed to be severely and severely broken.
His father passed away, and now his mother has also passed away. The woman he loved so much, he could not love, and he, Shen Mo, finally stood at the highest point of loneliness.
Looking at Yang Yan's body lying quietly on the hospital bed through the cold glass, Shen Mo had no expression on his face. No one could understand his complicated feelings for Yang Yan, his mother.
Yang Yan is an existence that has long been forgotten by everyone. Her death will not cause any waves. Cheng Yijing stood next to Shen Mo: "Young Master Mo, the people at the mental hospital said that they have sorted out your mother's belongings. Okay, you can send someone to pick it up."
Shen Mo still stood motionless. After a long time, he spoke: "Go and do it. No more people need to know about this matter. I won't go to the company this week. If something happens, you can handle it."
"OK."
Cheng Yijing nodded, remained silent for a moment, and then spoke again: "Young Master Mo, please... express your condolences."
It only took two days from death to cremation and burial. Yang Yan's death did not disturb anyone except Shen Mo himself.
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In the mental hospital, Cheng Yijing sat in the dean's office and looked at the things in front of him: "Is this all?"
"Yes, all Yang Yan's things are here."
A water glass, two pieces of clothing, a headband, a pair of shoes, a small notebook, and an envelope.
Cheng Yijing reached out to put the things away and stood up: "Okay, I'll take those things away. I'll thank you on behalf of Young Master Mo."
"Ms. Cheng, you're welcome."
"Young Master Mo doesn't want this matter to be leaked, so everything ends here."
"Yes, I understand."
Holding Yang Yan's relics, Cheng Yijing returned to her car. She glanced at the small book that had turned yellow from the corner of her eyes. She reached for it and opened it. There were some ghost drawings on it, but on a few pages you could clearly see " The word "mo".
The handwriting is crooked, like the handwriting of a primary school student who has just learned to write, and except for the word "mo" in the entire notebook, nothing else can be understood.