For several months in a row, there was only this line of words in the diary.
There is only one person left in the family heirloom diary of three people, and this person who insists on writing can only write these words-to this day, I can feel her heart-wrenching pain when I look at this stroke. .
He Shen didn't know how to comfort Qiao Shao.
He has never experienced the warmth of a normal family, and it is hard to imagine how happy Qiao Shao's family was before. If you don't get it, you don't care about losing it. If you get it, you will lose it forever. It's hard to describe how painful it is.
Qiao Shao cried fiercely, out of breath, as if to vent all the pain that had been in his heart for five years.
When he first came home, he didn't shed a single tear. He couldn't cry for two years after receiving treatment. After his mother died, he cried silently, and then he forgot everything.
Now he remembered it little by little, the tears that had been suppressed for a long time broke through the shackles of his heart, and all poured out.
He Shen was so distressed that he didn't know what to do, he hugged him, comforted him, and kissed the top of his hair, his eyebrows, and his wet cheeks.
Qiao Shao just cried, like a newborn child, crying like a mess.
I don't know how long it took, until his voice was hoarse, and Qiao Shao slowly held back his tears.
He Shen looked at him and said, "She wouldn't want to see you so sad."
Qiao Shao's eyes were wet again, but he was not escaping. He wiped his eyes hard and said, "Can you help me?"
He Shen was taken aback.
Qiao Shao's hands were shaking so badly, he stared at the diary and said, "You help me read it, I want to finish it."
This was a year he couldn't face from beginning to end. He forgot what he had gone through, and he refused to think about what she had gone through.
And now that everything was in front of him, he wanted to see.
Look at yourself and look at her.
He Shen's internal organs were sorely disturbed: "Why don't you wait until later..."
Qiao Shao shook his head and said, "Right now, I must, must see it."
He Shen paused and said, "Okay."
He reached out, fingers touching a hot soldering iron, turning page after page of the diary, which was full of the tears of a desperate mother.
Three months later, the contents of the diary gradually increased.
Although it was still only her handwriting, she wrote a whole piece of paper. She recorded what happened at home bit by bit, and said everything she saw in the calm tone of the speaker.
It's not like a diary, it's more like one long letter after another, to her son who is nowhere.
Qiao Shao watched without a word. At this moment, he seemed to be back at home, as if he was by her side, as if he had never left.
An indescribable force filled his chest, and he felt a gentle hand behind him gently nudge him, pushing him from the endless darkness into the dazzling light.
The warmth spread all over the body, Qiao Shao turned back and saw his mother's gentle smile.
Qiao Shao looked at him without blinking, and choked: "I'm sorry."
He remembered, everything, everything.
He Shen almost broke his voice: "Qiao Shao!"
Qiao Zongmin, who was hiding behind the door, strode in and hugged the unconscious Qiao Shao.
He Shen said urgently: "Uncle, Qiao Shao he..."
Qiao Zongmin's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "I have already called the doctor."
He Shen breathed a sigh of relief, and he didn't care much, and followed him with big strides.
After examining Qiao Shao's body, the doctor said: "No big problem, just too tired and need a good rest."
The two men in the room breathed a sigh of relief.
Qiao Shao was in a coma, Qiao Zongmin and He Shen didn't say a word, they stayed beside the bed, one stop for the whole night.
Qiao Shao had a dream, a real dream.
The weather was fine that day, about April or May. He followed his parents to the Shenhai Building. He was bored in the building and ran out to play.
In a shadow he saw a woman with gentle eyebrows.
He asked her, "What are you looking for?"
The woman's eyes lit up when she saw him, and her voice was gentle and gentle: "Little girl, aunty's eyes are not good, can you help me lead the way?"
Xiao Qiao Yi looked up at her, the woman's flaxen hair was tucked loosely behind her ears, a bit like his mother, for which Qiao Yi was very fond of her, he said, "Okay, do you want to take you home? ?"
The woman said warmly, "My home is very close, can you take me back."
Xiao Qiao Yi said immediately: "Well, no problem!"
The woman stretched out her hand, her fingertips trembling slightly: "Can you hold my hand?"
Xiao Qiao Yi held her hand generously and said, "Don't worry, I will definitely be able to take you home."
"Thank you," the woman said gratefully, "thank you, dear boy."
Then a strange aroma swept towards Xiao Qiao Yi, and he fainted.
Qiao Shao woke up from the cold sweat, and He Shen was beside the bed: "Are you okay?"
Qiao Shao shivered: "Dad..."
Qiao Zongmin said, "I'm here!"
Qiao Shao looked up at him, his pupils trembled, and said, "I remember..." He remembered everything.
That year Qiao Shao stayed in Guangxia District, only 500 meters away from the Shenhai Building.
The woman locked him in an abandoned underground parking lot with him for a full year.
It was a room with only one exhibition of incandescent lamps. Except for the simplest pieces of furniture, there was nothing else. The woman coaxed him softly at first, but after Qiao Shao resisted fiercely, she put on his feet. Handcuffed, completely imprisoned in that room.
The room was so quiet that there were no outside voices, only the never-ending voices of women.
She told him, "Xiaobao, I'm your mother."
She kept saying to him, "Mom has been looking for you."
She told him in an almost brainwashed voice: "Mom finally found you."
One day, two days, three days... She only uses extremely simple food to support two people's living needs.
Qiao Shao has struggled, tried hard, and tried to escape, but she never left him, and even stared at him when she slept, for fear that he would be lost in the blink of an eye.
It went on like this for a whole year, and because the woman never got out of the house, there was no clue to look for.
The world is big and the world is small.
Such a small place, but because it completely cut off contact with the outside world, it has become a mysterious place that no one can find.
A year later, the food and water prepared by the woman ran out. She starved to death, and she refused to leave Qiao Shao in the end. She gave all the food to Qiao Shao until she died.
Qiao Shao staggered out of the basement, and returned to the Deep Sea Building with the desire to survive and the last instinct.
Then he met his mother.
When Yang Yun hugged him hard and said the phrase "Mom finally found you", Qiao Shao's spirit completely collapsed. He struggled frantically like he had seen a ghost, left his mother's arms, and never allowed her to take a step closer. .
Until my mother passed away...
After two years of treatment, Qiao Shao barely got rid of the nightmare, but he lost his beloved mother forever. Under the heavy trauma and deep self-blame, he forgot everything.
Whether it was pain or happiness, whether it was nightmares or sweet dreams, he had forgotten them all.
After talking about all this, Qiao Shao looked at his father, his eyes were red and swollen: "I'm sorry..."
Qiao Zongmin took his son into his arms, and the emotions that he had suppressed for several years rushed out: "She loves you, and she is also thinking about you until the last moment of her life."