imaginary lover

"Mom—" Li Yunwei cried and ran over to kneel beside Zhang Wensheng, the gushing blood stuck to his legs.

"Xiaowei...Xiaowei..." Zhang Wensheng tremblingly caressed her son's face full of tears, "I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." This child who was born by her as a bargaining chip has suffered so many years in the absence Yue, Zhang Wensheng felt guilty, she still wanted to say something, blood was gushing out of her throat, and it all overflowed when she opened her mouth.

"Wensheng! Hold on!" Li Qiongyu rushed down the stairs and picked her up, "We're going to the hospital now!"

Zhang Wensheng held his face and looked at him with tears, feeling unwilling, but also seemed to have a trace of satisfaction: "You are still... very nervous about me... that's enough... I love you, Qiongyu... sorry……"

Her hopeless but persistent life was finally liberated at the moment her heart stopped beating.The huge lightning brought thunder, and the pendulum clicked to trigger the mechanism, and knocked eight times regularly and slowly.

Li Yunwei wept sobbingly, seeing his father kneeling on the ground hugging his mother who had gradually become cold, silent like a sculpture, without moving for a long time.

Li Yunwei stood mechanically outside the coffin, watching the men and women who came to express their condolences burn incense for their mother.

An old woman glanced at Li Yunwei with pity, and muttered to herself: "It's so pitiful to lose my mother at such a young age."

The middle-aged woman beside her supported her and said: "You came to the inland late, you haven't heard of abandoning shadows, have you? It's even more pitiful for the young head of the family. The mother died at the age of five and was killed last year. Well, now I'm guarding the family business all alone, and I have to guard against outsiders vying for the property, alas, tsk tsk..."

"They are all suffering people..."

In the eyes of others, the joys and sorrows are just a casual talk, and who can empathize with the pain of the person involved.

"Uncle Qiongyu, my condolences." In the afternoon, May led the abandoned shadow crowd to rush over.

The domestic servant handed over the lit incense, May bowed three times and put it on the incense table.

It has been more than a year since the reception where Xiaoyi was assassinated, and May has been completely reborn, making Li Yunwei unrecognizable.Her long flowing hair was tied into a neat ponytail, her face lost its childishness, but it wore a rigor and deterrence that didn't match her age.She passed by Li Yunwei with a huge aura. Li Yunwei stretched out his hand to say hello, but was ignored and had to withdraw it in embarrassment.

On the day of the funeral, Li Yunwei held his mother's portrait and watched the shovel lift up the thick soil and mud to form the tomb.He was sad in his heart, but no longer shed tears.His innocence, romance and childishness seemed to be buried into dust along with his mother's burial.

When Li Qiongyu returned home, he plunged into the study.Facing the empty mansion alone, Li Yunwei felt heart-wrenching pain.

Since then, I have no mother.

Thinking like this, he was surrounded by huge loneliness.The table was full of food that night and had been cleaned up by the servants.Obviously wishing for a happy birthday, but I can't even get the gift I'm thinking about.Instead, he was given a heavy gift, which cast a huge shadow over the word birthday.

There was a noisy sound in the study room, Li Yunwei looked over, his father was like a leopard out of control, destroying everything in the room beyond recognition.

Father turned his head and saw him trembling, walked over and squatted down.Li Yunwei was frightened, but his father just hugged him gently.

"Son, I'm sorry...I'm sorry..." Li Yunwei saw his father's downcast appearance for the first time, he shed tears with a great sense of guilt, and the messy stubble scratched Li Yunwei's face.

"I don't want to be sorry..." Li Yunwei cried, "I want my mother..."

This sentence stung Li Qiongyu, all kinds of kindness from Zhang Wensheng to him flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern. It was true that he liked Chen Meifang, but he also let down and hurt the person who loved him the most.If everything in this world cannot be properly preserved, why bother to give people the seven emotions and six desires, and create troubles in vain?

He grabbed the wine bottle that had fallen to the ground, pulled off the lid and swallowed most of it in a few gulps, then lay down on the ground, covering his eyes and choking.

Li Yunwei picked up the wine bottle and watched the remaining liquor swaying under the light, like a silent temptation, he raised it to his mouth and took a sip.

The severe burning sensation extended all the way from the esophagus, and it was extremely painful.But this pain actually relieved the pain in my heart to some extent.Amidst his father's choking, he swallowed silently until the bottle bottomed out.

A little sleepy, he stood up and wanted to go back to the bedroom, but he couldn't walk steadily, everything in front of him was spinning, and the bright light made him unable to open his eyes.

But inexplicable joy sprouted in my heart, which almost overwhelmed the long-term depression.

Li Qiongyu saw his son groping out of the room crookedly, and did not reprimand him.Just let him sleep peacefully for a night in the slight intoxication of strong wine.Li Qiongyu thought so.Although the grief cannot be diluted and resolved quickly, but for Li Yunwei, the short-term forgetting is not a bad thing.

When Li Yunwei woke up, he found a tall, thin man in black standing outside the bedroom door.

"Hello, Master Wei, I am your bodyguard, Shang Siyuan. You can tell me anything you need."

Among the newly recruited bodyguards, Li Qiongyu selected Shang Siyuan to accompany his son.I have never been negligent in taking care of him. I am afraid that something will happen to my son, so if there is one more person to take care of him, I will feel more at ease.

Li Yunwei didn't take it seriously and let her go.For him who is currently in a depressed mood, any changes around him can't attract even the slightest bit of attention from him.

Ever since drinking for a moment of pleasure that day, Li Yunwei has become addicted, drinking freely and getting drunk every night.Although Li Qiongyu felt a headache, he couldn't think of a better way to comfort his son, so he could only let him go.

Shang Siyuan turned on the light in the bedroom and sighed helplessly when she saw Li Yunwei lying down among the messy wine bottles.

The young master is young, but he loves to drink too much. Such a bad habit, but the master turns a blind eye.Shang Siyuan couldn't stand it anymore and decided to intervene in discipline.

"Stop drinking, Young Master Wei," snatching Li Yunwei's bottle, "Minors are not allowed to drink."

Li Yunwei was disturbed for no reason, and felt dissatisfied: "What are you doing? My father asked you to come?"

"It's not the meaning of the master, but..."

Li Yunwei sat up cross-legged and looked at her: "Shang Siyuan, you must be too lenient. Father asked you to protect my safety, not to educate me. Besides, you are only seven years older than me, but You are also a minor, even if you are a guardian, it is not your turn, so what right do you have to interfere in my life?!"

"Master Wei, I know you are sad, but how does drinking help? If Madam knows that you are like this..."

"Don't mention my mother!" Li Yunwei was furious, "What do you know! Have you ever died in your family?!"

Shang Siyuan showed a bleak smile: "I know, it is also at the young master's age, our family went out and there was a car accident, I got stuck in the car, and watched my parents die beside me..."

Li Yunwei was stunned, speechless.

Shang Siyuan caressed Li Yunwei's head affectionately: "So I understand the pain of the young master, but the family members in the sky absolutely don't want to see the child give up life on his own, so young master, you must become stronger and grow up so that Madam Don't worry, lest she worry about it day and night."

Li Yunwei focused his head heavily, his facial features twisted together, and wept.The grief that had been smoldering in my heart for a long time spewed out like a torrent that burst a bank.Shang Siyuan held the young master in her arms and patted his back. She knew that this young man, from now on, would fade away from his ignorance, branch out, and stretch out into a towering tree of his own.