Silent Confession

Zhou Muhui's mother passed away at the beginning of this year. She suffered from stomach cancer for several years. Xin Yi didn't know if this was a relief, because the last time they went to see her, she was already very thin, and she couldn't even speak. I can hardly speak.

Xin Yi squatted beside her to accompany her, she held Xin Yi's hand and said stumbledly, "Xiao Yi, thank you for your hard work."

Xin Yi didn't understand what it meant at the time, but just shook her head in a ignorant way, saying it wasn't hard work.

He thinks that Zhou Muhui's mother is very nice, gentle and good-looking, and treats him very well. She used to always cook delicious food for him, scold Zhou Muhui for always having a cold face, and knit for him. Sweater for winter.

"Xiaoyi...do you like him...?"

It was very difficult for her to speak, because the doctor said that it might only be two days, so they didn't leave for a few days, but at that time Zhou Mu went back out, and there were only two of them left in the ward, Xin Yi looked at her suspiciously , Say I like it.

I really, really like it.

Xin Yi was lying in front of the hospital bed talking to her, brushing her somewhat messy hair, Xin Yi saw her and smiled, but the smile seemed sad and relieved, he blinked hesitantly, and asked what was wrong.

She shook her head with great effort, and reached out to stroke Xin Yi's hair.

"Good boy..."

She said softly, "Xiaohui is lucky."

Xin Yi blushed, being praised by the elders made him not even know where to put his hands, he was a little embarrassed to take this sentence.

"Don't...so...get used to him like this..." She looked at Xin Yi tenderly, and said intermittently, "Xiaoyi, don't be afraid."

Xin Yi didn't understand anymore, he thought he was not afraid of Zhou Mu's return, but he didn't dare to say it, so he nodded in a daze, saying that he knew.

Auntie laughed and patted his hand lightly, Xin Yi also laughed, although he didn't understand what the other party was saying.

Later, it was late at night, he was awakened by Zhou Muhui in the dark, the ward was in chaos, the sound of electric current filled Xin Yi's eardrums, Xin Yi heard the doctor shouting loudly, and also heard the sound of her own heartbeat about to burst Chest, he stood there blankly, looking at the hand hanging by the bed, bony and almost lifeless.

He wanted to turn his head to look for Zhou Muhui, but he couldn't move his eyes for a moment, until someone pushed him forward and said that his mother was looking for him.

The word mother is both familiar and unfamiliar.

Because Xin Yi had never called her that before, but she opened her mouth the night before, took Xin Yi's hand and smiled, and said, "Next time we meet... let's call her Mom..."

Xin Yi's face was flushed with shame, Zhou Muhui was still beside him, he was both happy and embarrassed, but he hesitated and agreed, saying, "...Okay."

"We... dragged you down..." Her voice was almost inaudible. Xin Yi was pressed very close to her. Xin Yi could feel her weak breathing and life that was disappearing rapidly. Dripping down uncontrollably, he stared blankly at her.

"Xiao, Xiaohui didn't say..."

"Wait for him to return..."

"Live a good life... live a good life..."

"..."

"Don't die..." Xin Yi couldn't hear her words, but opened her eyes in a daze, begging her mechanically, "Don't die."

Time passed too fast. When she was 17 years old, she was still Zhou Muhui's mother. She took Zhou Muhui's hand and asked him why he came back so late. When she was 22 years old, she suddenly became her own mother.

Love and love him as much as Xin Shao.

Always remember him and Zhou Mu returning.

"It's not Chinese New Year yet..." Xin Yi begged her, "Mom, it's not Chinese New Year yet."

Xin Yi was afraid, and looked at her sadly.

Another big hand fell from the hand they exchanged, and Xin Yi's tears fell on it with a patter, Zhou Muhui bent down with a hoarse voice.

"mom."

Her voice became softer and softer, as if she was in a void, Xin Yi's body was shaking all the time, watching her lips open and close, every move seemed to consume her life, but Xin Yi was powerless.

"I'm sorry…"

With sad eyes, she said to Zhou Mu, "Mom, I'm sorry..."

Her whole life is a burden to everyone, especially her child, who couldn't protect him when he was young, but when he grows up, he has to take responsibility for his mistakes. Fortunately, she still has Xinyi...

In the end, she struggled to hold their hands, her eyes began to blur, and her consciousness seemed to be floating in mid-air, she thought, it's okay, it's okay and she still has Xinyi.

Their kindness... is like a gift from heaven.

The sun, which was obviously so unreachable and so bright, fell on their home.

Drive away the gloom, like light, hold Zhou Muhui who was about to fall into the abyss, but she was too obedient...worrying her, fearing that Zhou Muhui would bully him.

"Don't... don't... bully him."

She murmured and opened her mouth, but no one seemed to hear her anymore, Xin Yi was crying, Zhou Muhui held her hand, his eyes were silent, but he nodded slowly.

So she breathed a sigh of relief, and her consciousness suddenly dispersed.

"mom!"

Xin Yi called her hastily, she heard it, but she couldn't respond anymore, death swallowed up all voices, only sin, she wanted to continue.

But she should, she should make amends.

Late June is Zhou Muhui's mother's birthday, Xin Yi and Zhou Mu went back to see her after the exam.

Zhou Muhui said very little, just laying things in silence, sweeping the ashes on the tombstone, Xin Yi talked a lot, talking about their lives in the past few months in detail, as if to make up for everything Zhou Muhui didn't say. Let's finish it together.

The photo on the tombstone is still young, and the hair is still black, Xin Yi deliberately picked it.

"Mom wants to go beautifully."

Xin Yi took Zhou Muhui's hand and said seriously.

This was Xin Yi's first experience of life and death, he almost lost his soul, and couldn't stop crying, but when he saw Zhou Mu returning the next day, he didn't dare to cry anymore.

Xin Yi's brain was rusted, he thought, what should I do.

In the future, Zhou Muhui will be a child without a mother, he is so quiet, and his mother is gone, where else can he be sad.

If he is wronged again, who else can he complain to?

And those missing childhoods, why not give him a little longer.

Xin Yi hurriedly wiped away her tears, and hugged Zhou Mu tightly when he came back.

Zhou Muhui seemed to have lost a lot of weight overnight, and Xin Yi felt very sour, so sore that he wanted to cry, but he held back, he didn't want Zhou Muhui to worry about him again.

Xin Yi tried her best to hold back her sadness, and accompanied Zhou Muhui to work together, stay silent together, and keep her head down to watch the spirit together.

The profile of his face under the dim yellow light was as cold as usual, but Xin Yi could see the sadness in his half-down eyes.

He leaned over like a quail, and hugged Zhou Muhui in the half-brightness, like a helpless cub hugging him for warmth, and pressed close to him with all his strength.

"Don't be afraid..." He held Zhou Muhui's pale hand, coaxing him clumsily, trying to absorb all his sadness.

"And me."

he whispered.

"Mom, let's go then."

After Zhou Mu got up, he also got up, the flowers in front of the tombstone were still stained with dew, because they came very early, even the sun had just risen.

Zhou Muhui spoke at this moment.

"I've been... mad at her before."

Xin Yi was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhou Muhui blankly, and then suddenly reacted in the next second.

"Zhou Mu back..."

Xin called him at a loss, and hurriedly coaxed him, "Don't think about it, let's go home quickly."

He held Zhou Muhui's hand and was anxious to leave, but Zhou Muhui paused and gently pulled him back.

"fine."

Zhou Mu replied.

The sun in early summer was very strong, but there were many trees embedded in the surrounding area. Under the dense shade of the trees, Zhou Mu touched his hair and called him in a low voice, "Xiaoyi."

Xin Yi gave a nervous hum, looked at him helplessly, and whispered, "Zhou Muhui, don't be sad."

Opposite her mother is Zhou Muhui's father, but Zhou Muhui hardly mentioned him.

Xin Yi knew why, he hugged Zhou Muhui carefully, kissed the scar on the man's face on the tip of his toes, and lowered his voice, "Don't be sad."

Zhou Muhui didn't move, but when Xin Yi approached him, he lowered his head slightly, and hugged him silently.

Xin Yi's body was very hot, the skin under the thin T-shirt was close to her, Zhou Muhui's breath patted his neck, and she closed her eyes deeply.

"She's free."

Zhou Mu replied, "But I... still miss her."