abandoned cat

The bits and pieces were packed in cardboard boxes, and Lu Huaiting walked out of the company gate in a daze holding the cardboard boxes - he wanted to look back, but he restrained him for a moment.

Don't look, don't think, won't be coming back.

He comforted himself in this way that he would not come back again.

There were not many people at the bus station. He followed a few people to get on the bus and put in coins. After a glance, there was only one vacant seat in the last row, with three children sitting next to it.

He walked over and carefully avoided the children, and sat down with his arms around the box.

The astringent pain in his heart made his throat itchy. He leaned against the window and looked at the red eyes reflected in the car window. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, but he was choked. Cough again and again.

Like the water that broke through the gate, Lu Huaiting burst into tears.

It smacked against the carton.

He didn't understand why Yu Chen treated him like this. If he wanted him to leave the company, he could call him directly to talk to him. Why did he use this method?

Why do you still bully yourself with Chen Yang?

He gasped, bent down in pain, covered his face with his hands, and a thin choked sound came from his tight chest.

Obviously, you can say it well, why do you treat yourself like this...

He wiped his tears sadly, feeling very ashamed, crying like this on the bus is really shameful.

Even the children on the side looked at him with weird eyes.

He shrank aside, afraid of seeing the emotion in other people's eyes, he didn't want to see it, he couldn't stand it.

"Brother, here is the paper." A thin, pale hand suddenly stretched out, holding a soft tissue in it.

Lu Huaiting paused, he turned his head slightly, his red eyes filled with tears, after a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "For me?"

The kid nodded, "Well, brother, don't be sad."

Lu Huaiting stared at him blankly, and replied with a muffled nasal voice, "...Thank you." With a tissue in his hand, he heard the child's soft voice and said, "Brother, if you are sad, You can talk to my mother, I will tell my mother when I am sad, and my mother will hug me!"

"...Hmm." Lu Huaiting blinked and smiled at him.

He restrained his emotions, he didn't want to think about what happened just now, seeing the cute and cute appearance of the child, he was a little envious.

"Is your mother treating you well?" He asked inexplicably.

The child nodded, "Of course! Mom is the one who loves me the most!"

"All mothers in the world will love their children, and the brother's mother must also love his brother very much!"

Yes.

My mother also endured the pain that fate gave her for me.

She just resents me once in a while.

When I got home, I would feed the kitten and puppy first. He was so tired that he lay down on the sofa with his eyes closed for a while.

The mother's message came after one o'clock in the afternoon, replying to him that he said yesterday to get the hot pot bottom, and asked him to drop by for dinner tonight.

He has no colleagues now, and he doesn't need to have dinner together. The first reaction in his heart is that he doesn't want to get it. Maybe it's because of what the kid on the bus said. He curled up on the sofa and sent a message to his mother.

[Mom, I want to eat spicy pot. ]

[Then go home early, Mom will make it for you. ] The message came back quickly.

[it is good. ]

It always takes a long time for him to wait for Yu Chen to reply to the message, and it may be a long time before there is only a tone like "um", he hasn't felt this kind of feeling of being loved for a long time.

Holding the phone, he watched the chat with his mother, and tears burst out suddenly.

After taking a shower in the afternoon, he put on his eyes for a long time before he went out with a cat and a dog, thinking that it was time to buy a cheaper scooter, which would make it easier to find a job in the future.

He bought some miscellaneous vegetables and fruits. He was carrying a cat bag, holding things in his left hand, and a dog bag in his right. The two little guys snorted and breathed at each other in the bag.

Lu Huaiting went up the stairs, heaved a sigh of relief, he really had no hands to pick out the keys, so he could only press his forehead against the door and gently knock on the door.

Thinking that his mother would come to open the door soon, he waited for a while, but there was still no movement.

I had no choice but to put down the puppy, took out a key from the wallet I carried with me to open the door, put the things in first, bent down to pick up the puppy, and yelled "Mom!".

There was the sound of the range hood in the kitchen, and he thought he didn't hear it, so he shouted again, "Mom—I'm back—!"

While putting the vegetables and fruits he bought into the refrigerator, he said, "I recently raised a puppy, and I brought it here for you today. Huahua is here too, and the kitten is pretty good today."

He let the kitten and puppy out, "Mom, I bought grapes, do you want to eat them? I'll go wash some and get them out." He got up to get the fruit plate and was going to wash the grapes. He just walked into the kitchen with The fruit bowl in the bag fell to the ground with a bang.

"Mom?" He saw his mother lying on the ground with burnt vegetables sizzling in the pot, so he hurried over to turn off the fire, and squatted down to check on her condition.

He yelled softly twice, not daring to move it casually, and immediately called 120 before he yelled loudly. He was afraid that if he didn't call back to his mother, his mother would not want him.

He yelled loudly, and when the tears fell, he suddenly hated himself.

He knows nothing, understands nothing.

Like, he never thought about what his mother did for him.

He only thought about how poor he was.

He stayed outside the emergency room until midnight, and it was not until his mother was arranged to enter the ward for infusion that he cheered up and walked in.

Mom was already awake, and when she saw him coming in, she smiled at him. Unlike the usual fierceness towards him, this time her smile was very gentle and full of love, just like when she was young.

"Tingting." She called out.

Lu Huaiting trembled all over, and walked to her side. When the nurse left, he turned off the light in the ward. The curtains in the ward were only half drawn, and the street lamp outside the window shone brightly, making Lu Wenxiu's face pale.

He responded and looked at his mother with a sour nose.

Lu Wenxiu smiled and said with emotion: "It's so fast, my son is already this big. Your Auntie Chen always said that the child grows like grass, and it grows up in a blink of an eye."

Lu Huaiting didn't understand the meaning of his mother's words, he just stretched out his hand to touch the temperature of his mother's palm, felt a little cold, so he tucked her under the quilt.

Lu Wenxiu suddenly looked at him silently for a long time, then said softly, "Tingting, I'm sick."

Lu Huaiting lowered his eyes and said sullenly: "I know, the doctor said so."

"Stomach cancer, late stage." Lu Wenxiu said it easily. When she was found out two months ago, she was in a trance every day, and she didn't dare to tell Lu Huaiting. She was afraid that the child would be frightened after hearing it, but she couldn't keep talking. Wouldn't it scare the child even more to die suddenly at home.

"I found out a while ago and wanted to tell you, but you didn't look well at the time, and Mom didn't want you to worry." She explained.

Lu Huaiting's hand trembled violently, and when he raised his eyes again, his eyes were red, "So? Is there anything more important than you?"

Lu Wenxiu knew she was in the wrong, and comforted him, "People are always going to die, Tingting, don't think too much."

Lu Huaiting closed his eyes and said softly, "Then I'm going to die now, I'm going to die anyway."

Lu Wenxiu raised her hand and hit him, "You're trying to piss me off! What a dead boy! I'm sick! I'm not dead yet!"

Lu Huaiting felt as uncomfortable as being submerged in water, his nose and lungs were filled with suffocating water, he couldn't breathe, the pain in his chest rolled up a large organ, it took him a long time to lift his hand and cover his eyes.

"Mom, I don't understand."

"I really can't figure it out."

Lu Wenxiu was also silent, listening to Lu Huaiting choked up and said: "Why is it so difficult for me to live? Why is it so difficult for you to live? What did the two of us do wrong? What did the two of us do wrong?! You deliberately found the rapist Is it? Am I deliberately becoming his son again? How can we... live a little... better?"

"Mother!"

"What should I do!"

"...What should I do..." His angry voice was heard in Lu Wenxiu's ears, and the pain in her heart was so densely packed into her throat that she couldn't say anything to comfort Lu Huaiting at all.

That's right, she's dead, what about Tingting?

Tingting is left alone.