imaginary lover

May clamored to be discharged from the hospital.

"Young master, you can bear it for a few more days," Uncle Rong advised, "Your wound is a gunshot wound, it won't heal in a day or two."

"It's just a hole," May said nonchalantly, "It's almost done with a seam. This small ward makes me uncomfortable."

For so many years, the young master's stubborn and stubborn character has never changed.Uncle Rong sighed and had to compromise: "I will arrange to be discharged from the hospital as soon as possible, please stay safe and don't be impatient." After saying that, he exited the ward, almost colliding with the people at the door.

"Let's listen to Uncle Rong. If you feel bored, I will often visit you."

May passed Uncle Rong and saw that it was Li Yunwei who came, and put on a look of disdain: "Do you insist on coming every day without getting tired?"

Uncle Rong said hello to Li Yunwei and closed the door for them.

Li Yunwei put the fresh bouquet in his hand on the table: "As long as it can make you feel at ease, you can do anything, no matter how tired you are."

May reached out to let him stop: "Save the sensational words to your lover, I don't care. You didn't cause this gunshot wound, and you don't have to feel guilty. Please go back."

"Why do you always chase me away when you come here? How about Qiying's hospitality?" Li Yunwei protested awkwardly.

"Let's go! Do you want to wait for me to yell at you?" May raised the volume.

A few days ago, due to May's unhealed injury, Li Yunwei was inconvenient to stay longer, so he left after a few words of greeting.But now that May's condition is getting better, he wants to communicate further, trying to get rid of prejudice.

"May, why do you treat me like this? Have you abandoned all the feelings you made when you were young?"

May frowned, with anger and grief intertwined in her eyes: "It's you who abandoned you, Li Yunwei."

"I've never had a prejudice against you, but you have changed. Now you have no emotion at all, and you have become so cold-blooded and unfeeling."

"Then who did it!" May glared at Li Yunwei.

"Is there some misunderstanding between us? Ever since Uncle Xiaoyi passed away, we haven't even talked calmly." Li Yunwei asked his long-standing doubts.

"How could you possibly understand my feelings?" May turned her head, her long hair hanging down to cover her eyes, "You haven't seen the death of a loved one with your own eyes!"

I have it.Hearing this, Li Yunwei lowered his head and remained silent.I have it.

Great sadness swept everything in front of him, everything around him turned into a rotating circle of light, and time was crazily reversed. After the picture settled down clearly, what Li Yunwei saw was his mother's smiling face.

He sat at the table, the sumptuous dishes were slightly steaming, and the cake was placed in the middle.

"If Xiaowei is hungry, you can eat first!" Zhang Wensheng held the phone to her ear with one hand, and helped Li Yunwei arrange the dishes with the other.

"But when will Dad come back?" Li Yunwei pouted.

"It's coming soon!" Zhang Wensheng comforted, and looked at the phone screen, but no one answered the outgoing call.

For Li Yunwei's ninth birthday, he didn't invite anyone to celebrate enthusiastically. He only had one wish, to have a safe meal with his parents and his family of three.My father was busy with his affairs, he often returned late at night and went out early in the morning, so he was rarely able to get together.Even when he was resting at home, he often argued with his mother over trivial matters.Li Yunwei was lonely and lost all day long in this huge home.

So a few days ago, when his mother asked him what gift he wanted, Li Yunwei said without hesitation: "I want to eat cake with my parents!"

And the father clearly nodded in agreement.

In the evening, the clouds were thick and it was raining.Zhang Wensheng raised the curtain and looked out of the window. The wind was blowing, but Li Qiongyu was nowhere to be found.

She was anxious and called repeatedly, but no one answered.

The mother and son waited silently in the brightly lit spacious mansion, only hearing the rain falling and the ticking of the clock.

Finally the door lock was unscrewed, and Li Qiongyu stumbled in.Zhang Wensheng hurried to the porch to greet her, but the smell of alcohol on her face made her frown.

"Where have you been? Why didn't you answer the phone?"

Li Qiongyu struggled to take out his phone from his pocket and patted it on the shoe cabinet. The phone was dripping with water, and the circuit couldn't be turned on because it was already wet.

"It's raining so hard, and you didn't take an umbrella?"

"Don't make noise... Today, I have to drink to have a good time." Li Qiongyu took off his dripping jacket and threw it on the ground while hiccupping.

Zhang Wensheng hurriedly picked it up for him and hung it aside: "You promised to celebrate Xiaowei's birthday with you, did you forget? Xiaowei has been waiting for you to come back!" She scolded.

"Birthday, I haven't forgotten..." Li Qiongyu squatted down in front of the table drunkenly, "Happy birthday, Xiaowei."

There were many muddy footprints left in the porch, and a puddle of water dripped from the dirty soles.In order to create a warm three-person world, Zhang Wensheng has let the servants go to rest.The mess was unattended, so Zhang Wensheng had no choice but to pick up the shoes herself, trying to wipe the soles clean.When he turned around to look, he found that it was stained with yellow and green grass leaves, and his face suddenly changed.

"Li Qiongyu." Zhang Wensheng yelled, walking to the table, "Did you go to the cemetery of the abandoned shadow?"

"Yes," Li Qiongyu didn't hide anything, "I went to the cemetery and saw my Meifang, my Meifang..."

A bucket of ice water fell from the sky, so cold that Li Qiongyu suddenly woke up.

Zhang Wensheng held the iron bucket used to chill red wine upside down, and pressed her lips together in anger.

Li Qiongyu stood up and wiped off the icicles on his face: "What are you doing?!"

"Should I ask you? Your Meifang? Hmph," Zhang Wensheng laughed angrily, "Li Qiongyu, do you still have any shame?"

"Wensheng, enough is enough, Meifang is dead, you are still jealous with her, don't you think you are a little unreasonable?"

"The unreasonable thing is me or you?!" Zhang Wensheng pointed at Li Qiongyu's nose, "You still can't forget when everyone is dead! Your son is waiting for you to eat at home, but you still go to his grave!" She was so angry Trembling all over, "Back then, I shouldn't have dragged Meifang to attend King R's celebration banquet! And lest she use some nasty means to snatch away your soul!"

"Speaking of means, you are the best." Li Qiongyu was slightly annoyed when he thought of bad memories, "Back when Meifang and Xiaoyi were married, who was taking advantage of others when I went to get drunk every night to relieve my worries? Did tricks and ended up marrying a son?!"

Zhang Wensheng knew that there was no way to argue, but she was not convinced: "Since you are married, you have to take responsibility, but you have never loved us at all! What are Xiaowei and I to you?! Are you a burden?!"

Faced with the violent quarrel between his parents, Li Yunwei did not dare to make a sound, and could only sob slightly, with tears and snot running down his face.

Li Qiongyu looked at Zhang Wensheng who was jumping violently in front of him, and sighed: "Wensheng, you are a good girl. If you were half as gentle and kind as Meifang, I wouldn't hate you so much." Go up the stairs to the second floor.

"What do you mean? You dislike me? Wait! Speak clearly!" Zhang Wensheng was anxious, and chased after Li Qiongyu at the turn of the stairs.

"Let go! There's nothing to talk about between us!" Li Qiongyu wanted to pull his hand out, but Zhang Wensheng seemed to be desperately trying to grab it.

"Li Qiongyu, I have loved you for so many years, you can't treat me like this..." Zhang Wensheng felt sad when she thought of her feelings being trampled on frequently.How hard is it to love someone who doesn't love you with all your heart?Zhang Wensheng didn't want to recall all kinds of things in her life. She only knew that she used the wrong method after all, using the child as an excuse to tie him by her side, but she couldn't tie his heart that wasn't with her in the first place.She was tired, exhausted from the bottom of her heart, she suddenly seemed to have lost all vitality, she dropped her hands and backed away in a loss.

But he forgot that he was still on the stairs and stepped on the ground.

Seeing that Zhang Wensheng lost his balance, Li Qiongyu quickly stretched out his hand to pull it, but he was a step too late, and watched Zhang Wensheng fall down the stairs and hit the load-bearing wall in front of the handrail.

Hanging on the wall was an antique sword that Li Qiongyu had collected from his grave diggings in his early years.

The sword fell down.

It pierced straight into Zhang Wensheng's chest.