The woman in the wheelchair had gray temples, a sallow complexion, and a pair of round and beautiful almond eyes wrapped in discordant viciousness. She stared fiercely at Song Yu intently, as if she wanted to pounce on him and bite him.
Relying on the contours of her face, Zhou Yanqing dared to confirm that the haggard woman in front of her was Song Yu's mother—Wen Wan, the woman whose smile was as gentle and graceful as her name.
Zhou Yanqing had seen her before, to be precise, he should have seen her photos. After getting the address of the cemetery where Song Yu slept peacefully from Gao Lei, he rushed to the cemetery immediately. When he arrived that day, he realized that he had missed a bouquet of white chrysanthemums, because Song Yu's tombstone was still lying quietly. Mother.
The exquisite laser porcelain technology makes the color saturation of the photo on the tombstone very high, which is more vivid than a living person.
The woman in the photo is very young, with a smooth face and well-proportioned contours. With long hair tucked behind her ears, willow eyebrows and almond eyes, and full cheeks, she is a lively beauty. Her face was raised, and she smiled, which made the grave-sweepers feel a little relieved involuntarily.
Song Yu's facial features are not at all like hers, but the gentle demeanor when he smiles is exactly the same, making people feel like a spring breeze.
The Wen Wan in the photo is completely different from the old woman now. According to the date of birth and death on the tombstone, Wen Wan is only 55 years old at this time, and her gray hair, sunken cheeks and two gully-like decrees The tattoos made her look ten years older than she really was.
What kind of things have been experienced, what kind of blows have been encountered to turn a gentle and smiling woman into the crazy look she is now? How could a mother show such hatred towards her son
Zhou Yanqing's mind was in a mess, he stood there helplessly, until the skinny arm was raised again, he rushed straight up reflexively like an arrow off the string, blocking Song In front of Yu.
As the palm wind hit, a heavy slap hit his ear.
Aunt Zhao rushed in, hugged Wen Wan tightly, and comforted her softly: "Madam, take a good look, this is Xiao Yu, didn't you talk about him every day a few days ago?"
Wen Wan has entered a state of extreme excitement, even in normal times she would not listen to other people's words, she always lives in her own world.
"Song Yanshan, I will know you even if you turn into ashes!"
"You despicable villain, you have deceived me so hard..."
At first she screamed and struggled, and then she cried out in pain. Aunt Zhao couldn't control her at all.
Zhou Yanqing's heart was twisted into a ball. He called Song Yu several times, but the other party remained motionless and knelt on the spot like a stone sculpture, and his expression didn't even change.
"Teacher Song..." Zhou Yan called out in a hoarse voice, almost in a pleading tone.
Song Yu's unfocused pupils trembled, and finally had some reaction. He raised his head in a daze, and saw "Han Jin" looking at him worriedly with frowning eyes, his eyes were moist, and thousands of words were soaked in the complicated eyes of the other party.
"Han..."
Song Yu opened his lips slightly, and after uttering a syllable softly, he felt something was wrong. Han Jin would not call him Mr. Song, nor would he look at himself with such sympathetic and distressed eyes. There was a pain in the forehead, and his vision became blurred again. Song Yu closed his eyes tightly and opened them again, only then did he see clearly that the little assistant Zhou Yanqing in front of him was.
Wen Wan's hysterical behavior was obviously due to Song Yu's presence. Aunt Zhao was not very strong, and she was already a bit powerless to fight a patient who was out of control. Zhou Yan lightly saw that Song Yu regained some consciousness from the state of despair, he firmly grabbed Song Yu's wrist and said, "Teacher Song, let's go out first."
Song Yu's mind recalled that night in Wanhu Village a few days ago, when he asked Zhou Yanqing: "You will know more about my secrets in the future, can I trust you?"
Zhou Yanqing replied very firmly: "Please believe me."
[Please trust me.]
Reading these four words silently, Song Yu stood up with Zhou Yanqing's support, followed his footsteps and walked out of the room that made him suffocate.
Zhou Yanqing let Song Yu sit in the living room farthest away from the room. He squatted halfway in front of Song Yu, hesitated for a moment, and then held the other's trembling hands. From wrist to fingertips, he kneaded Song Yu's thin hands over and over again, just like the rainstorm night when he went to Wanhu Village.
Song Yu remained silent the whole time.
The screaming and cursing in the small room did not stop, piercing through the thick door and knocking on the eardrums, making the veins on the forehead unknowingly tense.
Zhou Yanqing was anxious in his heart, but the movements of his hands were still calm. After sensing that Song Yu's nervousness had been relieved, he let go of his hand, looked up at the other party, and asked in a coaxing tone like a child: "Teacher Song, can you wait for me here?"
Song Yu stared intently at Zhou Yanqing's moist and clear eyes, and nodded slightly after a long time. Zhou Yanqing's gaze stayed on the terrible scratch on Song Yu's neck for a moment, then got up and walked into the room again.
The slender second hand of the wall clock circled around alone, and the surroundings finally became quiet when it turned to the fifth circle.
After turning five more times, Zhou Yanqing walked out of the room, followed by Aunt Zhao.
During these ten minutes, Song Yu always maintained a slightly hunched posture, his eyes remained on the wall clock on the wall, and he only lowered his eyelids when the familiar footsteps sounded.
Zhou Yanqing did not speak, and took out his peaked cap from the backpack he carried with him, and took out another mask. He squatted down, and this time he didn't ask Song Yu's opinion first as usual, and directly put the hat on Song Yu's head, covering his smooth black hair. Then, he put the ear straps of the mask on Song Yu's ears.
The palm prints on his face and the embarrassment in his eyes were just pressed under the peaked cap and blocked by the mask, Song Yu's heavy chest seemed to be lifted up by someone, and his eyes and ears became clear.
He saw Zhou Yan raised his head lightly and looked up at himself, his pupils were black and big, and his lips opened and closed.
Zhou Yan said lightly, "Teacher Song, let's go home."
After a while, the brim of the hat moved, and Zhou Yanqing held Song Yu's wrist firmly through the sleeve.
At the door, Zhou Yanqing nodded to Aunt Zhao, and Aunt Zhao gave a wry smile. The emotions in her eyes were complicated, with struggles, hesitation and entrustment.
After walking for a long time in the long corridor, Zhou Yanqing just let go of his hand at the right time.
The heat source in his hand disappeared suddenly, and Song Yu's footsteps also stopped, and the tip of his index finger moved slightly, but he didn't have the courage to hold that warm palm after all. But in an instant, he walked towards the locked iron door with his long legs again.