To seduce her

Gao Yuchuan stood alone in front of the large window of the villa, his eyes passing through the transparent glass and fixed on the peach tree outside the door.

The early summer sun gently sprinkles on the treetops, coating each leaf with a thin layer of golden light. The peach trees are full of fruits, which are round and plump, with fine hairs on the skin, shining with an attractive luster in the sun, so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away.

Gao Yuchuan's eyes were deep and complex, as if he had penetrated the scene before him and returned to the distant past. He stood there quietly, unaware of the sound of Shen Yaochu pushing the door open.

Shen Yaochu walked gently to Gao Yuchuan's side, followed his gaze, and asked in confusion: "What are you looking at? You are so fascinated."

Gao Yuchuan turned around slowly and saw that the person coming was Shen Yaochu, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He raised his hand and pointed to the peach tree outside the window, with a hint of imperceptible tenderness in his voice: "Look at this peach tree."

Shen Yaochu was slightly stunned, then walked to the window and carefully looked at the peach tree full of fruits.

She asked in confusion: "Is there anything special about this peach tree?"

"This peach tree was planted by my mother and me on our birthdays."

"Mom planted it? Shouldn't it be in the old house..." Speaking of the old house, Shen Yaochu was afraid that she might say something wrong, so her voice became lower unconsciously. Fortunately, Gao Yuchuan's expression was normal.

Speaking of his mother, his eyes softened, as if he was lost in deep memories: "Yes, at that time we still lived in the old house, and every year it would be full of fruits, bright red and very tempting." He paused and said: "Later, when we no longer lived in the old house, I transplanted it here. Strangely, it has never borne fruit since then."

When Shen Yaochu heard this, a surprised expression appeared on her face: "No way? Aren't there quite a lot of fruits?"

Gao Yuchuan smiled slightly, his eyes flashing with confusion and surprise: "Yes, it's amazing that it has borne fruit this year. Maybe it will take some years for it to bear fruit again after transplanting."

Shen Yaochu took over the conversation and said softly: "Maybe it's my mother's spirit in heaven. Seeing how hard we work, she wants to give this tree some life again."

Shen Yaochu took the opportunity to take out a verdict from his pocket and handed it to Gao Yuchuan: "He Manyue has been sentenced, multiple crimes and twenty years in prison."

Gao Yuchuan slowly stretched out his right hand, and his fingertips gently touched the verdict that symbolized justice and judgment, as if it was a fragile treasure. His deep eyes jumped between the lines, as if confirming that every word and every punctuation mark was the final judgment of the dark days in the past. Finally, his gaze returned to the peach tree outside the window, where it was full of vitality, as if foreshadowing a new beginning.

Shen Yaochu suggested softly, "Let's go see mom together this afternoon. We haven't been there for a long time."

Gao Yuchuan heard this and nodded slightly.

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In the afternoon, it started to drizzle, adding a bit of chill to the already summery weather. Gao Yuchuan and Shen Yaochu drove to the cemetery, and the scenery outside the car window became blurred and hazy in the rain.

The atmosphere in the cemetery was a bit desolate, and no one was walking around.

The rain slowly flowed down the tombstones, making a crackling sound, as if telling of endless sorrow. It was quiet all around, with only the occasional bird song breaking the silence.

Gao Yuchuan and Shen Yaochu held umbrellas and walked slowly on the wet path. Their steps were very light, for fear of disturbing the peace here.

When I arrived at my mother's tombstone, it had been cleaned. The film on the outside of the photo was a little yellow, but it was still wiped clean and shiny.

They saw a bouquet of flowers placed in front of the tomb, with crystal water droplets hanging on the petals, making them look particularly bright.

Shen Yaochu pursed her lips and said, "It should be Gao Yushan and his group who have been here."

Gao Yuchuan didn't say anything, but walked silently to the tombstone and gently stroked his mother's face in the photo.

The mother in the photo had a gentle smile and looked very young, as if she were still around. His fingers slowly rubbed the photo, as if he was looking for the warmth of her skin.

"Mom always loves cleanliness," Gao Yuchuan murmured in a low voice full of nostalgia. "When we were little, Gao Yushan and I were naughty and often got our clothes dirty, but Mom never punished us. She always patiently helped us wash our clothes and told us to be careful next time."

Shen Yaochu listened quietly, her eyes full of tenderness and sympathy. She could feel the sadness and longing in Gao Yuchuan's heart.

Shen Yaochu took out a copy of the verdict from her bag, lit it, and carefully placed it in front of the tombstone. The flames flickered in the rain, and eventually turned into a wisp of smoke that drifted away with the wind.

She whispered, "Mom, He Manyue has been sentenced. You can rest in peace now."

Gao Yuchuan stood quietly beside her, watching Shen Yaochu do all this. His eyes gradually turned red, as if tears were rolling in his eyes, but they never fell.

Shen Yaochu noticed Gao Yuchuan's change, she stood up and gently hugged Gao Yuchuan's head, and put his face against her chest. She covered his face, she knew that he didn't want to be seen by anyone, even her mother, at all his fragility at the moment.

Her hand gently stroked his back, as if comforting a wounded child.

After hesitating for a long time, Shen Yaochu said softly: "Gao Yuchuan, you have worked hard. Mom can see everything you do."

Hearing Shen Yaochu's words of comfort, Gao Yuchuan's body trembled slightly.

After a moment, the warm tears finally slid down, and soon Shen Yaochu felt that the front of her clothes was wet.

He sobbed softly, and the rain seemed to get heavier, the raindrops hit the umbrella, making a "pat pat" sound, which just mixed in with his voice and made it unclear.

Shen Yaochu didn't say anything, but just hugged him tightly, allowing him to release his emotions in her arms.

She knew that this period was very difficult for Gao Yuchuan.

Shen Yaochu tilted her head slightly, her eyes once again falling on the yellowed but still gentle photo on the tombstone.

Although she has never seen her mother in person, she gazed at her mother's smile in the photo and felt an indescribable emotion in her heart. Perhaps only a woman with such a gentle smile can raise a man like Gao Yuchuan who values ​​affection and responsibility.

Shen Yaochu's eyes were slightly red. She closed her eyes gently and prayed silently in her heart: Thank you for raising Gao Yuchuan, so that I can have a good husband.

If there is an afterlife, I hope you won’t love a man like Gao Yuanbin.

Go live a better life.