Happy Life [Rebirth]

Gu Tingsheng had a dream.

He sat up from the bed gasping for breath. On a June day, the air conditioner was not turned on in the room, and his head and back were sweating profusely.The sweat condensed into drops and slid down the side of his face.Gu Tingsheng sat up straight, with his head bowed, sweat fell on the thin quilt, and in an instant there was a small dark pit.

He was still panting heavily, his throat was so dry that it almost hurt, his breathing became heavier and heavier, he woke up, but the scene in his dream followed him like a shadow, he stretched out his hands, these hands were young and immature, just a child's hand.

But he was very sad, the sun outside the window was beautiful, the sky outside was blue and clear, and the morning sun was soft and warm, but he felt very cold.He stared at the child's hands for a long time, as if that person was still in his arms, he watched him close his eyes, and kept begging him to wake up.

In the children's bedroom at 07:30 in the morning, there was a long and mournful sob, and Yang Caixiu rushed into the children's room on crutches for the first time.

The old man's hair is all white, her husband passed away five years ago, and her son is always busy all over the world. He can't see him twice a year. He is really busy, but he is not the president of the country. Damn there is a gap.

Since then, the grandson who was brought up by her side has become the most important person, but watching Gu Tingsheng growing up and wanting parents, but always unable to wait for parents, Yang Caixiu will also wonder if she made a mistake back then.

When she thought this way, she knew that she had undoubtedly made a mistake.

The most terrible thing about this mistake is that it can no longer be made up for.Everyone is dead, and once a person dies, only that person is the living person. However, there may be various miracles in this world, but none of them brings the dead back to life again.

A dead man, since then his son has become a cold-hearted monster.Yang Caixiu sometimes wondered if his son looked at her with hatred, with a long-lasting hatred that could not be eliminated. Even though she was his mother, he also lost his lover because of his parents' persecution.

Irreversible loss, loss that ends in death.

Yang Caixiu held Gu Tingsheng in her arms this morning, and sighed bitterly. The seven-year-old boy in her arms was crying out of breath.

He cried bitterly and wronged, and cried in fear and fear. Yang Caixiu hugged him, and his tears never stopped.

She patted the back of the boy in her arms, and the son became an unknown enemy, and the grandson has since then been her heart and soul, the flesh and blood of her heart, the baby she can trade her life for the rest of her life.

"Why are we Tingsheng crying?"

Gu Tingsheng cried terribly, his eyes seemed to be flooded, Yang Caixiu took a towel to wipe his tears, those tears flowed out continuously, half of the towel was already wet with just a few strokes.

She thought it was a child having a nightmare, or thinking about her parents.

Before the child grows up, his parents obviously don't love him, and he can't see him twice a year, but his grandma is just a grandma. It's a pity that a child doesn't have a grandma in his life, but a child can't live without his parents.

The parents who can't see each other twice a year are still the treasure of the seven-year-old Gu Tingsheng. Yang Caixiu can only wait for the child to grow up.

It may not take that long until he is fourteen or five years old, maybe after he is an adult, he may stop yearning for his parents.When he is older, he will find that there is no love between his parents, and therefore no affection for him as a child.

Gu Tingsheng's tears were still falling, he was very sad, extremely sad, his heart ached, his fingertips ached, and his limbs were convulsed.He breathed hard, because not only his throat was tight, but even his heart was throbbing with pain, he also felt very tired, exhausted to the extreme, he closed his eyes and made a sound.

It was a tearful murmur, hoarse voice, panting with pain, he said: "Let me die. Xiao Lu is alone down here, he will be lonely!"

Yang Caixiu's hand wiping his tears suddenly stopped, she didn't know who Xiao Lu was, she only knew that her precious grandson said in her heart that he didn't want to live anymore.

Yang Caixiu's heart trembled, she never beat or scolded children, she treated her son like this, especially her grandson, but at this moment, she suddenly wanted to slap this child severely.Because of love, because she was afraid of losing him, she heard him say—let me die, she was so distressed that she was almost angry.

Fortunately, the anger only lasted for a moment, and the heartache took over. She hugged the child into her arms again, and she almost shed tears in the heartache.

She hugged the little creature in her arms pitifully and affectionately, holding the big baby with a quarter of her blood. She said in pain and compassion: "Alive, Ting Sheng, you have to live well, don't you... Already alive, what do you ask grandma to do!"

Gu Ting was born in the arms of the old man, he couldn't say anything, it was a happy thing to see the living grandma, but he was really in pain, the pain was to the extreme, and there was not even a shred of happiness left that should have been extremely grand.

The nanny brought boiled water, he put away his tears, obediently went to brush his teeth and wash his face, took off his pajamas and changed into short-sleeved shorts.

He sat in a chair and looked at the table full of breakfast. The rice porridge in front of him was steaming and smelling delicious.He lowered his head, holding the porcelain spoon in the child's hand, and the heat suffocated his eyes, which were very painful. When he blinked, tears fell into the rice porridge one by one like a broken pearl necklace.

Yang Caixiu was always paying attention to her precious grandson, and she was startled immediately. She quickly got off the chair and walked to Gu Tingsheng's side.She really didn't understand why Gu Tingsheng was so sad today, and she also didn't understand how a seven-year-old child would show such an expression.

It was exactly the same as the expression on the son's face when the woman died.

It was too heavy, too uncomfortable, as if he had been carrying very heavy things on his body, and he had walked a long, long way with these heavy things on his back, but in an instant his straight spine collapsed, then For a moment, he could no longer straighten his back in his life, and he lay on the ground crying loudly.

It's so sad, it's as sad as if I'm going to die.

It was as if his world had collapsed, as if he had lost his world only because he had lost the most important person in the world to him.

"Tingsheng!"

Yang Caixiu didn't have time to hold her sweetheart into her arms and ask what was going on. Although she was old, she was not confused. She understood that it was not as simple as having a nightmare, or what kind of nightmare made a seven-year-old child Such grief.

He said let me die, it turned out that he really wanted to die.

Gu Tingsheng didn't move earlier, he jumped down from the chair, he told himself that Xiao Lu was gone, and at the same time he thought vaguely, Xiao Lu is still there, he is still so young, Xiao Lu is still alive at this time.

He laughed, Grandma's hand missed a gap between his clothes, he jumped off the chair with a smile, running like a child.

He started to search the whole small western-style building, looking for a man with dark eyes, the man was pale, his hair and eyes were similar in color, they were all black like ink, it was thick and clear black.

When he looked at him with these eyes, he seemed to be depended on by someone wholeheartedly, which made him feel that he was the world of this person, and also made him feel that he was in love with him.

Gu Tingsheng's little boy jumped up and down, happily looking for him. The nanny and grandma became his tail, chasing after him and asking him, what are we Tingsheng looking for?

Gu Tingsheng refused to say it, fearing that if he said it, he might not find it.

But he couldn't find it without saying it. He searched every room, looked under the table, looked for the garden, looked for the swing, Gu Tingsheng searched all over and suddenly realized that Xiaolu should be a child at this time.

The child's Xiaolu is very thin, but she is very thin and beautiful. The little one has an expressionless face, but has long eyelashes and big eyes, much like a porcelain doll in a display cabinet watching people come and go.

He is cold, but good-looking, and he likes his voice very much.

He remembered the first time he saw him, the weather was neither good nor bad, the sun was neither bright nor strong, he opened the curtains, and the little boy sitting on the ground behind the curtains raised his head, looking at him indifferently with his dark eyes. he.He lowered his head, and he was thinking at the time, what a beautiful child, like a ceramic doll with big eyes.

Gu Tingsheng thought, maybe it's the same this time, he can see Xiaolu again by opening the curtain.

He bounced around happily looking for it, this time he walked faster and searched more carefully, because the child's Xiaolu is so small, maybe he hid behind the curtains, under the table, or on the bed Down below, he believed he was waiting for him to find him.

"Tingsheng!"

The old man's sad voice kept calling the child's name. Yang Caixiu was getting old and couldn't help walking back and forth behind her grandson. She stood by the wall panting, and the nanny followed the seven-year-old boy out of the house, and the nanny also panted. , but the boy tirelessly looked for it over and over again.

His eyes were shining brightly, his cheeks were flushed, the hair on his forehead was sticking to his forehead wetly, and large beads of sweat fell down and wet his collar.

"Tingsheng! What are you looking for? Tell me, tell grandma, okay?"

Gu Tingsheng's legs were getting heavier and heavier. He searched for it several times, twice, three times, and four times. He is the boss, what he wants to do, everyone can only compromise in the end.

Both the nanny and the grandma compromised again, but the grandma was sitting on the sofa, and the nanny was behind him. He kept his mouth shut, because there was a voice in his heart telling him that he couldn't say it, and he couldn't find it if he said it.

Gu Tingsheng took a breath, his legs were as heavy as lead, he lost his consciousness, he wiped his face, the sweat fell into his eyes, he walked down the stairs with a pair of legs that didn't seem to be his, his heavy body Because exhaustion and consciousness were separated, Gu Tingsheng only felt the pain when he heard the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

The nanny screamed, and grandma lost her crutches and stumbled over.

He was lying on the ground covering his head, and his body was hurting from the fall. The old man knelt on the ground and didn't dare to touch him, but wept and asked, "Tingsheng, what are you looking for, what are you looking for?"

Gu Tingsheng opened his mouth and said vaguely, "It hurts so much."

Then he howled angrily, all the unwillingness, all the sadness, and all the pain of the two lives gathered in the body of this seven-year-old child.

He is in pain, he thought, my heart is really in pain, I am dying of pain, but why am I still alive?

The old man touched his face with trembling hands, and his tears fell again. Gu Tingsheng sat up and looked around in a daze, where is this?

He yelled out, yelling, and the whole house echoed with a childish voice.

The voice seemed to be a name, and both the nanny and grandma were startled. At first, the voice was angry, then it was sad, and finally it was hoarse, broken, the howling of a torn throat, It reminds people of the horror of a ghost.

Such a shrill voice was calling a name from beginning to end.

Yang Caixiu tried to persuade and hug Gu Tingsheng, but it was useless, until Gu Tingsheng could no longer make a sound, no more tears shed, she asked gently: "Tingsheng, who is Xiaolu?"

The beautiful little boy with red eyes raised his face and looked at her blankly. The boy opened his mouth, and the old man put his ear on his mouth.

The boy said softly in a hoarse voice, "Give me my brother...give me back my brother."

The author has something to say: a side story from the perspective of the elder brother, the next chapter is also from the perspective of the elder brother, come back to the text in the next chapter =w=