"Master Bai Yao, he wants to see you, please return home."
In April of this year, Mo Boyao was in Berlin, Germany, but he heard the news. When he received a call from Manager Zhao, he didn't seem to return. On the other end, it was the voice of Manager Zhao, who repeatedly shouted, "Master Bai Yao, Master invites you to return to China..."
Mo Boyao just replied, "Please tell him for me, I am working abroad now, and I won't be back shortly."
He wants to see him
So, he must rush back to see him
In all the hours of that young age, how much time did he spend with his mother and his side
Mo Baiyao smiled and laughed.
After more than ten days, Mo Boyao was still staying in Berlin. Butler Zhao’s call came again, but this time he told him, “Master Bo Yao, the master is sick. Please go back home.”
"I see." Mo Baiyao replied, and he hung up without accurately answering.
He knew he was sick.
Although he has never seen each other, there are still traces to follow about his illness, and some things can be heard.
Just because he is sick, he must go to see him
This reminded Mo Baiyao of his mother. Before her death, her mother was still waiting for him and the person in her heart. It was the spring of the Chinese New Year, and his father was still in the old house of the Mo family, and there was no way to come by the other woman's side.
That spring day was the most painful time for Mo Boyao, and the scene he was most reluctant to look back on.
Although the spring sunshine is good, it spilled on the mother's cheeks, and her face, which had withered due to illness and pain, became so old and haggard. In all of Mo Boyao's memories, his mother is always pale, because she takes medicine all the year round, her health is not good all the year round. It is said that the root of the disease has been brought down since childhood, so it can't be cured, so the doctors come and go all the year round.
Only at this moment, the sun was so dazzling, Mo Baiyao seemed to remember his mother's cry, and her smile made him feel like a heartache.
His mother was calling his name: Bai Yao.
She said so strenuously: Mom is fine... Mom will be fine... Don't worry...
Mo Boyao nodded: Hmm.
He was already speechless, let alone telling.
But when her condition got worse and she suppressed her from letting anyone speak out, Mo Baiyao finally shouted angrily: Why didn't he come? Doesn't he know you are sick!
His mother took his hand, she was still persuading him, telling him that she was fine, and even told him not to blame and blame his father.
But why is this
He should accompany her when she is sick, when she needs it most!
Mo Baiyao was extremely angry. Looking at his mother's sick body, his heart was trembling: Mom, when you get better, when I grow up, I will take you away! I will take you out of here. The two of us will go to a place no one knows. I will work hard. I will give you the best life, the best life I can give you!
Mother’s eyes were red, but she smiled and said: Mom knows, Mom knows that you are a good boy... But Bo Yao, he is always your father, you are his son, and your surname is Mo. There is no way to change it. . Bo Yao, my mother doesn't want to go, and can't go...
That incomprehensible attachment and persistence, everything seemed to be distorted, everything was like a thorn full of thorns, lashing to his body. He was already angry and lost his mind for a moment. Mo Baiyao shouted to his mother: Why don't you leave? Why not leave? You said he is my father, is he really? Did he marry you? Parent conferences are held every year. Has he ever attended it? Every time I fill in my resume, my father will always be vacant in the parent column. Is this my father too!
Extremely angry, Mo Baiyao swears generally: I don't have such a father! If you don't follow me, then you are not my mother either!
However, Mo Baiyao, who was only twelve years old, yelled at his mother.
On that spring day, Mo Boyao did not reconcile with his mother.
It was also on that spring day that his mother suddenly passed away. When he came home from school, his mother had already gone. Mother was lying there, on that bed, she seemed to just fall asleep, not dead at all. His father appeared beside the bed, standing in front of the bed, a silent figure.
Mo Baiyao only heard the doctor at home saying: Mr. Mo, I'm sorry, the lady has passed away, and she could not wait until you and the young master come back, and see you again...
Therefore, he did not have time to see his mother, so even if his father came, he did not let his mother wait.
Mo Baiyao seemed to have collapsed. That was the first time he shouted to his father: Go, my mom and I don't need you! Go back to Mo's house, where is your home!
It was also the first time Mo Boyao saw that his father Mo Shengquan looked at him with such guilt and loneliness, and he said to him: I am late.
He never came late, every moment from every moment he had a memory, his heart was never here, never on his mother's body. In fact, he just never came.
It was also in that spring day that Mo Baiyao attended the funeral of his mother. Although his father was accompanied, Mo Baiyao felt that the funeral was exceptionally quiet. From that time on, Mo Boyao discovered that, in fact, spring is not as beautiful as imagined, it is only pain, and only pain is left.
After the death of his mother, Mo Boyao was taken back to Hong Kong, and later enrolled in school and even went abroad to study.
He will never forget that at the funeral of that day, he said to his father: I will not forgive you when I die!
To this day, Mo Boyao still has not forgotten his vows back then, which is vivid in retrospect.
So, why did he want to visit him who was already seriously ill? How could he ever think of his mother
That is his retribution, he deserves it!
Therefore, when Moss came to call to tell, when Su Nan, Luo Zheng and even Mo Liyu called to tell, Mo Baiyao was unmoved.
Time passed quickly in the blink of an eye, and it was already May.
In May Berlin, the weather is still fine.
This afternoon, Mo Boyao had just returned to the hotel he was staying at, but he saw a person sitting in the suite. He was waiting there. He turned out to be Mo Zhengyan.
Mo Zhengyan sat there quietly. He had obviously been waiting for a long time. Today he appeared, Mo Baiyao stared, and he heard him say, "Father is critically ill."
Mo Boyao's heart condensed. If even Mo Zhengyan would come, then one can imagine that the situation has reached an unpredictable level. His eyes were deep, and he said coldly, "People are going to die, but sooner or later."
Everyone will have a place to return. Perhaps that grave will return forever, and the final return is just a little bit later and earlier. That was also the words that his mother said to him when his mother was still alive, but Mo Baiyao didn't understand or comprehend it then, and now he understands.
Mo Zhengyan looked at him for a long while, and said in silence, "Second aunt has been in poor health, she left early."
He suddenly mentioned his mother and asked Mo Baiyao to stay still, and Mo Zhengyan said again, "When you left, you were still in school. You didn't see him for the last time, do you regret it?"
Mo Baiyao's feet were nailed to the floor, and his voice resounded above his head, "If you don't regret it, don't go back. Dr. Wu said, father can't last three days at most. I have booked the ticket for an hour. Take off in the future, whether you come or not."
It didn't last for three days, as if the soul was hooked away by death, it was like the last countdown.
Have you regretted it
Mo Baiyao has asked himself thousands of times whether he regretted it. Every day his mother passed away, he remembered the past.
The answer was suddenly clear: yes.
Every day, every day I regret it.
If, that day, it’s fine if you didn’t quarrel with your mother, if you didn’t lose your temper at that time, if you could bring laughter to your mother when she was leaving, even if she wasn’t really happy. , Even if the people she waited for did not come.
Mo Boyao regretted it all the time.
In the airport of Berlin, the VIP lounge is already boarding time, and they will be on the way. Mo Zhengyan got up and went into the tunnel. Mo Baiyao saw him. Suddenly someone noticed him. It was special assistant Qi Jian. "Mr. Mo, it is Mr. Yao who is here."
Mo Baiyao went back to Hong Kong in this way. He came to the Mozhai, and came to this Mozhai which his mother had never entered. Such a grandeur, but also such a solemn solitude, it seemed not like a house, but like a dungeon.
From the housekeeper, I learned that my father had been in a coma continuously. He was ill. He was not lightly ill. People of this age would always have some ailments, but it didn’t seem to be a day or two. It's just that at this time, it will eventually become ill.
Mo Baiyao finally saw Mo Shengquan.
He was lying quietly in the bedroom, but still smiling, not as they said, he was already critically ill, and looking up at this moment, it seemed really good.
Mo Biyao suddenly felt deceived, but the doctor said, "I'm afraid it will be the last reflection."
Father talked to everyone, talked to everyone alone, and finally called him, "Bo Yao."
Su Nan retired, "Second brother, go ahead, and father calls you."
Mo Baiyao entered in a daze. When he came to the bed, he suddenly felt a stalemate and couldn't speak.
When his father was lying down, he patted the side of the bed and motioned him to sit down. Mo Baiyao stiffened and refused to sit. He was still smiling, just no longer reluctantly, only the long sigh came out.
Mo Baiyao said nothing. In the dim eyes, Mo Shengquan slowly said, "Bo Yao, there are so many younger siblings under you. Although your eldest brother cares about everyone, he will inevitably fail to take care of them. You are the second brother, you need to take care of it. No matter how you fight with your elder brother and at home, you must always remember that this is your home."
"Also, your sixth aunt and I are just good friends, those twin children, they are not my children. I have already told your elder brother about this, and now I also tell you, although not your brother, But you also have to take good care of them." As if confessing to the funeral, he said something shocking.
Aunt Liu's twin brothers, not their real brothers? Mo Baiyao couldn't believe it, and suddenly his heart palpitations became even more panic, "So, are we not your son? That's great!"
"You guys, your eldest brother, you, Sinian, Nan'er, Xiaoyu, are brothers." Mo Shengquan said clearly, meeting his eyes, "You hate me, I know, but you are the Mo family The child is a real fact!"
The male voice, which is not heavy, was decisive and unquestionably silenced Mo Baiyao.
"You won't forgive me, I also know." He said slowly, in such a deep sense that she had never been so deep, "Your mother and her passed away because I didn't have time to see her. It's just that so many years have passed, you Just forget about it."
Suddenly, the heartstrings were stirred, and Mo Baiyao asked aloud, "How to forget?"
Father looked at him for a long time, but in that long gaze, he compromised, "There are some things that you can't forget, but you can't forget it. It's just that when your mother left, you didn't see her for the last time, don't you Blame yourself, it's probably destined."
His sudden mention caught Mo Baiyao by surprise.
What day is doomed, it is too ridiculous, so he is doomed to be the child of the Mo family, but his name is not righteous, he will be ridiculed and ridiculed throughout his life, he can not see the last side of his mother, it is doomed by heaven. God wants to punish him in this way. Does this make him feel painful
"If you have to blame, you blame me." He muttered like that.
Mo Baiyao was a little unacceptable in an instant. Why did he say this suddenly? Why was he unable to move like a sharp sword hit him.
"But you can still choose, choose your own life." Only in that smile, he said to him.
Then everything became muddled. What else is there in his life, the unrecognized bastard, the identity that will never be recognized, the Mo family’s family, the huge Jiuyuan group, all this makes him so disgusted, they don’t You will know how much he hates himself and hates himself as a member of the Mo family.
But he said that he can still choose, choose his own life.
Oh, how does he choose
On the third day of returning to China, Mo Baiyao received an emergency call from his father and came along with his brothers and sisters from the Mo family.
Sure enough, it was a return to light, and after he had explained everything, his father fell into a coma.
Everyone in a room gathered in that bedroom. The crowds were so dark that they didn’t know who was who at once. They just got closer and still saw the man lying on the big bed. He closed his eyes. The high spirits are gone. He was so quiet, as if he had lost consciousness.
Just in a coma, I heard him yelling vaguely, "My picture...give me my picture..."
Everyone came close to listen, what kind of photos he was looking for, but now he was rummaging through boxes and cabinets, and Mrs. Mo even ordered everyone to find photos. My father had lost his sobriety. In the end, Uncle Chong found the photo for his father, which was hidden behind the wall, and took down the photo.
Everyone is curious as to what kind of picture it is.
Mo Baiyao is also watching.
However, I saw Uncle Chong put the photo into his father's hands. He was originally unconscious, but he exhausted all his energy to look at the photo and see who the person was. He seemed to be Rest assured, it seems that he no longer has any hesitation and regrets, and can finally leave.
He hugged the picture tightly like that, and fell asleep like that, no more pain.
Dr. Wu came for the checkup, and he announced to the people heavily, "I'm sorry, madam, ladies and gentlemen, the master has already gone."
In that cry, Mo Baiyao saw it. It was a photo in his father's hand. He was holding it tightly on his deathbed, like the most precious treasure, and he refused to relax.
Look closely, the picture is clearly a girl, but she is sixteen or seven years old, she is beautiful, but she is by no means such a stunning face. It's just that she is laughing, smiling so brilliantly, like a clear sky in May, all bright.
In late May, his father's funeral was held in the Mojia Cemetery. It was held very low-key in order to prevent the company from unrest. At the funeral, everyone came in black clothes. Looking at the portrait of his father on the tombstone, Mo Baiyao's world was so quiet.
Mrs. Mo asked about the girl in the photo, and Uncle Chong said, "Miss Jiang passed away when she was young, and she left early. Because the Jiang family was defeated in the mall, her father didn’t figure it out for a while, so she burned. Jiang family. Miss Jiang left like this. The young master was still studying abroad, so he didn't know. When the young master returned to China, Miss Jiang was no longer in this world. The young master liked Miss Jiang very much and couldn't accept it at the time."
Regarding the mysterious girl in the photo, I learned from Uncle Chong that it was so simple, it was just a failure in the market, and it was just a girl I met when I was young.
But it was so simple, because it was so simple, but because he fell in love with a person, but because he already had such a person in his heart, so since then, he has never walked into anyone in his heart. His world always seemed to stop at that time.
So suddenly it seems that there is a reason to be found, whether it is Su Nan’s mother, Sinian’s mother, or Yu Yu’s mother, or his mother, even his eldest brother Mo Zhengyan, his mother Madam Mo, it turns out that they are nothing but shadows.
Because of her shadow, he kept chasing, even if it was Liu Yi, she gave birth to someone else's child, but he was willing to take care of it together, so he was crazy to such a point.
If Mo Baiyao hated his father like that in the past, his hatred suddenly became so ridiculous and so slight.
Mom, tell me, did you know it a long time ago, in fact, he gave love to another girl a long time ago.
Why can people be like this, why can they be so affectionate, but they can be so dedicated.
Who can tell him what is love, what is right, and what is wrong.
In the past two decades, everything became so absurd at this moment. At his father's funeral, Mo Baiyao turned and ran away.
He drove all the way, all the way away, but there was no direction, no front, and nowhere to go.
It's just that in that daze, he didn't know where he was, and suddenly wanted to go to that place in the rampage, so he kept driving. When he stopped, he realized that he had actually reached the gate of the school, the normal university.
Like a ghost, Mo Baiyao made a call and he called her.
"Bo Yao?" On the other end was her very soft female voice, which whispered quietly, "I'm in class, is there anything to do with me?"
Mo Boyao did not respond silently, only in the silence, at the other end was her shout, "Boyao? Hello? Hello..."
"Xiao Ru." He called out her name and looked at the school across the road. She was in the window of the classroom in the teaching building.
"En." She was suddenly silent, listening very carefully.
"Nothing."
In fact, nothing happened.
It's just Yao Xiaoru, I suddenly miss you very much.
Originally Mo Boyao wanted to say that, but he still didn't.