Luggage Syndrome

After seeing off Li He, Liang Yicheng heated up the big bag of cooked food that Fu Lang bought, hesitated for a moment, and put it on the dining table.

"Brother Lang, it's time to eat."

Fu Lang moved from the sofa to the dining table and sat down, picked up his chopsticks, picked up a few pieces of braised goose for Liang Yicheng, and then picked up his own bowl.

Liang Yicheng buried his head in picking up a few mouthfuls of rice, stole Fu Lang, whose eyes were still red and absent-mindedly in a daze, and asked, "Brother Lang, why did you buy so many vegetables?"

"I saw you calling me in the afternoon, so I thought you wanted to go out for dinner." Fu Lang raised his hand, the food in his bowl remained unchanged, but picked a few pieces of roast meat for him, "Today is the weekend, I am late from get off work , There will be a lot of people going out to eat, I'm afraid you will be hungry."

Liang Yicheng was stunned.

Fu Lang is always so careful and considers everything for others.

How many responsibilities did such a person quietly shoulder that he didn't have to bear?How much pressure did you bear because of it?

The ridiculous thing is that Fu Lang is just used to shouldering the burden alone, so he thinks he can't share it, and wants to turn a blind eye to it all.

Liang Yicheng slowly put down the bowl and chopsticks.

"what happened?"

Seeing his serious expression, Fu Lang also put down the bowl and chopsticks.

Liang Yicheng lowered his head and said softly:

"Brother Lang, I'm sorry."

"I wish so much that I could do something for you, but I can't always do it well, and I'm anxious."

"Although I can't do anything, at least I know you well—whenever I try to comfort myself like this, I realize that I actually don't know you at all."

"There are so many things on your back that I am even afraid to understand you sometimes. I am afraid that the more I understand you, the more powerless I will feel."

"I'm sorry, Brother Lang, I want to apologize for my past cowardice."

"I hope that from now on, I can understand everything about you—no matter what kind of you you are, I am willing to accept and support you."

Fu Lang clasped his hands tightly on the table, and said dryly, "Yi Cheng..."

"You've done a good job, you've never done anything wrong. It's me... I can't forgive myself."

Fu Lang stared blankly at the sandalwood dining table.

When Fu Lang was very young, although Fu Jianliang was busy with work, he still took time to have dinner with his family.

Fu Lang remembered that one day, his mother, Wu Yue, did a fortune-telling for herself and her family on some fortune-telling website, but she was still depressed when she was having dinner.

Fu Jianliang heard her deliberately sighing, and finally asked: "What's the matter?"

Wu Yue immediately explained the whole story, and sighed: "Others say this is accurate. I'm going to die at the age of 40, and I won't have a good life in a few years."

Fu Jianliang has never been superstitious, saying: "How can these be counted?"

Wu Yue said sourly: "It's good for you. The fortune teller says that you can live a long life. After I'm gone, you need to find a stepmother who is better for my son."

Fu Jianliang looked helplessly at his vexatious wife, with gentle eyes, and said in a low voice, "Can I not marry?"

Fu Jianliang stretched out his hand and patted Fu Lang's head who was sitting beside him: "If I leave first in the future, you have to protect your mother for me, we have agreed."

Fu Lang nodded vigorously: "It's done!"

Fu Lang remembered every word of Fu Jianliang in his heart.

Therefore, the cruelty of reality made him feel like a knife piercing his heart even more.

Born in Si, grew up in Si's home, the traces of memories have been erased little by little.

Are the souls of the people who died here and remembered here still here?

Fu Lang and Wu Yue's finances were overdrawn, and they could no longer afford the rent of the rented house, so they could only move to their grandmother's house for borrowing.

Living under the fence, the luggage can only be kept simple.

Fu Lang watched helplessly as pieces of furniture they treasured were dragged out of the door like scraps by recycled people, leaving glaring scratches on the wooden floor that Wu Yue cared for.

On the last night of living in this house, their home was almost emptied, the wooden floor was covered with scars, and only a few packed cardboard boxes and a mattress remained in the house.

This mattress was originally matched with the bed frame, and it was Fu Jianliang and Wu Yue's newlyweds who bought it after thousands of choices.

Nowadays, the recyclers dislike the old mattress and only remove the bed frame.

Fu Lang and Wu Yue were lying on the mattress together, in the dark, Fu Lang could still see a square mark above the head of the bed that was slightly lighter than the surrounding area.

That was where his parents' wedding photos hung.

He still remembers the young and happy smiling faces of his father and mother in the photos, but now the wedding photos are missing.

The solid wood photo frame may have been taken away by the recyclers in troubled waters.

Fu Lang closed his eyes tightly.In the middle of the night, the mother next to him turned slightly and turned her back to him, so he reached out and tucked her in the quilt.

"Aaron."

"Ok?"

"I used to think that I was the luckiest person in the world. To meet a talented and gentle man like your father, to have an excellent and promising child like you, to have a happy family, to be carefree and to live a happy life. happiness."

"Now I feel that God is going to take away what was given to me little by little..."

The tears that Fu Lang tried so hard to endure finally fell at that moment.

He failed to meet the expectations of his parents, failed to become what they expected.

He failed to keep his promise and failed to protect his mother.

Incompetent, powerless.

Unworthy, unfilial.

Amidst Wu Yue's suppressed crying, Fu Lang wept quietly.

After a long time, he turned sideways and hugged his mother gently.

"Take it back now, and I will give you better ones in the future, I promise."

After crying all night, Wu Yue forced a smile on her face, and brought Fu Lang back to her natal home.

Fu Lang's grandparents are still alive, and they can't stop comforting their daughter who has returned home.They cleaned up the room prepared for Wu Yue, and made many Wu Yue's favorite dishes to welcome her.

Wu Yue showed the brightest smile these days, like a spoiled child, the family enjoyed themselves happily.

At that moment, Fu Lang was extremely lonely.

In this world, there is no home, no father, as if he is the only one.

After Fu Lang settled his mother down, he fled back to City G alone, numbing himself with working day and night.

He lived in the dormitory of the hospital and kept his monthly expenses to a minimum. Except for the necessary expenses and a small part of his salary, he sent it to Li He anonymously, and the rest was handed over to Wu Yue.

He has no entertainment, no hobbies, and has become a work machine that forgets to sleep and eat.

Every day without any aim.

The debts of the relatives are not large, but for the low-paid nurse, even if he works overtime, it will take three years to pay off the money.

During the four years since his father passed away, he never returned to his hometown.

At first, he was just working overtime for double or even triple salary during holidays.

But the longer he was away from home, the harder it was for him to muster up the courage to go back.

Because, even if he goes back, he has no home to go back to.

Working overtime gradually became an excuse for him to escape.

When his mother told him on the phone that his father's debt had finally been paid off, his heart suddenly emptied.

The only remaining bond between his father and him, and the world, disappeared.

At that moment, he suddenly realized that the memory of his father and his family had long been covered with fog.

Fu Lang traveled all over G City like a madman, and finally found a place with a scenery that was a bit like home, and he moved out of the dormitory without hesitation.

But after actually living in it, he found that the rented house was not warm at all.

Familiar scenery, strange furniture, a lonely person.

It doesn't feel like home.

He prepared a room for his mother, but he never had the courage to ask her to come and see.

Here, it is far from what he once promised.

"Only things that can't be done need promises. My so-called promises are just lies that have been whitewashed. I gave her expectations, but there is no way to achieve them. This is too cruel to her."

"I'm sorry for my father, and I'm sorry for my mother. I'm not what they imagined. I'm just an incompetent liar..."

Fu Lang's voice suddenly choked, and he took a deep breath calmly:

"Without my side, she will have a better life...Yi Cheng, can you understand?"

Liang Yicheng was silent all the time, but his hands slowly clenched into fists, and suddenly he thumped the dining table heavily.

He raised his head, his eyes were moist, but his eyes were unyielding:

"Brother Lang, I understand... No, I don't understand."

"Others say that parents can accompany a person through the first half of their lives, and children can accompany a person through the second half of their lives. Uncle Fu is gone. Do you want Auntie to spend the rest of her life alone?"

"Auntie really only has you. If you don't even go to see her, what hope does she have in her life?"

Fu Lang smiled wryly, and said in a low voice: "She doesn't want to see me, she won't ask me when I'm going back now..."

Liang Yicheng stared at Fu Lang who was extremely depressed, stood up, walked to the sofa in two or three steps, and picked up the backpack left by Li He.

"Brother Lang, you didn't lie."

It contained Fu Lang's blood and sweat, as well as unknown tears.

As heavy as a kilogram.

He carefully placed the backpack beside Fu Lang.

"Your promise is here."

"Over the years, you have the ability to give your mother better little by little, as you promised...you just temporarily distribute them to those who need it more."

"And, I think, even if you can't give Auntie anything, she won't blame you."

"Because none of this is your fault!"

"She will only blame herself and hate herself, because she failed to give you a home like before, where you can grow up without any worries."

"Because she is your mother and the one who loves you the most. Even if she can't protect you from wind and rain, she will hope to be your warmest destination, not your burden."

"What I can understand is your mother's mood."

Liang Yicheng bent down and hugged Fu Lang tightly from behind.

"Brother Lang, I don't want to sit on your shoulders all the time, I also want to walk by your side."

Within a day, his emotions broke down several times, and Fu Lang burst into tears, but still tried his best to endure.

Liang Yicheng kissed the side of his face lightly, and he sobbed uncontrollably like a balloon with a hole poked out, and then it was out of control.

"Yi Cheng...I have no home...I have nothing..."

Liang Yicheng hugged him quietly, letting the person in his arms cry bitterly.

For a long time, Fu Lang carried too many things on his back out of responsibility and guilt.

Each of those things is heavy, like a sinner's shackles, depriving him of his pursuit of life.

He is like Seligman's dog, helplessness and despair are deeply engraved in his soul.

After many years, someone finally told him that he could let go.

He was told again that it was not his fault and no one would blame him.

Liberated from the dark and narrow cage, he suddenly came to this bright and vast strange world, as helpless as a newborn baby, welcoming a new life in the baptism of tears.

Liang Yicheng hugged Fu Lang tightly.

"Brother Lang, you still have me, I love you, I love you..."

The author says:

Congratulations to Xiaochengzi for breaking the King Kong shell and successfully eating the salted egg yolk