Mr. Gu's actor Bai Yueguang

Gu Wuyan had dinner with Mr. Mo, and the two played a game of chess in the study. They talked and laughed as if they had returned to the gentle and peaceful days 15 years ago. His mother was helping him to play with his grandfather. Ye play with grandson, laugh heartily, the years are quiet and good.

At the end of the game, Gu Wuyan saw that his grandfather was a little tired, so he called Uncle Ji to take care of the old man to rest. He went back to his room in Mo's house, where he, his mother, and Gu Chengfeng's three people were placed in the room before. The group photos are all gone. In fact, he found out when he moved in after returning to China. Maybe his grandfather was afraid that those photos would evoke the pain in his deepest memory and make him lose control of his emotions;

Sit down on the edge of the bed and pick up the photo frame standing on the bedside table, look at it carefully, fingertips rubbed the smiling face in the photo frame, soft and gentle, murmured mother, the handsome face was deeply nostalgic;

The four flavors of life: sour, sweet, bitter, and spicy. Gu Wuyan's life before the age of eight was only sweet, but his life after the age of eight was sweet, and he tasted all the other three flavors: sour, bitter, and spicy;

At the age of eight, he witnessed his mother being burned into a black carbon skeleton, beyond recognition, and then sent to an American hospital for treatment by his biological father as suffering from serious mental illness, in name of treatment.

In fact, he was sent to a closed psychiatric hospital where he was tortured by perverts. Electric shocks, whippings, and personal insults were just the tip of the iceberg. He didn't dare to cry. good bully;

At that time, Gu Wuyan was white and tender, and looked like a little prince like a cute gentleman. His beauty was the delicacy that the perverts in him wanted to eat most. Looking at the jade-like little man with an expression;

Those people would kick the door every time they passed his room, so frightened that he could only hug his body and curl up on the bed, staring at the iron door with wide eyes, afraid that one day the door would be kicked open He didn't dare to relax his vigilance, and he watched everything in the house with a high degree of nervousness throughout the day;

Every day, he hoped that his grandfather would find him and take him away from this terrible place, carrying this beautiful vision day after day;

Taking advantage of the nurse who forgot to lock the door when he went out, the head of the group of perverts finally found a chance to break in. His clothes were torn and his hands were tied by the cloth strips of his clothes. He wanted to scream but he was covered by the man Shut up, the deer-like eyes were full of red blood, the eyeballs were so frightened that they burst out of the eye sockets, and exhausted all the strength of the whole body to resist, his legs stared wildly, and he was about to lose consciousness, and he was about to become that person's meal At that time, I found that the nurse who had unlocked the door had returned;

But the shock and pain at that time were deeply imprinted in his young heart. He was still just a child, and no matter how stubborn his heart was, he could not resist the long-term psychological torture and mental overdraft, and he no longer wished for the illusory escape. Chance, suffered from severe depression in the closed space without any freedom, and suffered countless self-harms in hallucinations and pessimism. He tried many different ways of self-harm.

But they were all able to drag him back from the brink of death, and finally when he was ten years old, he was found by his grandfather and taken away from that hell-like place;

Some people say that lucky people are healed by childhood all their lives, and unlucky people are healed by childhood all their lives.

And he is that unfortunate person. Gu Wuyan put down the photo frame in his hand, took his pajamas and went into the bathroom, he had to go to bed early today;

Not long after entering the bathroom, the screen of the mobile phone on the bed lit up for a while, and then slowly dimmed. Gu Wuyan took a quick shower, wiped his wet hair, dried his hair with a hair dryer, took out The essential oils in the cabinet for sleep aid aromatherapy, I picked one point;

Knock...knock...knock——

Hearing the sound, he tilted his head and came out to listen carefully. There was indeed someone knocking on the door, so he put down the aromatherapy in his hand and opened the door;

"Xiaoyan, let me bring you a cup of hot milk. You used to drink it before going to bed..."

When I was a child, my mother said that drinking milk before going to bed can grow taller, so when I lived in Mo’s house, I always asked them to prepare for myself, but he is no longer a child, and he has long since lost the habit of drinking milk before going to bed;

He didn't expect Uncle Ji to still remember, took the tray, and thanked him with a smile: "Uncle Ji, go back and rest early."

Gu Wuyan stared deeply at the back of the butler Ji Shu leaving until he disappeared at the end of the corridor, closed the door and put the tray on the sandalwood table in the room;

Picking up the milk and taking a sip, the milk is already a little cold, but I feel a warm liquid flowing down my throat to my chest, my heart is surrounded by a warm breath, maybe this is the feeling of being missed, even if the milk is cold It will also make people feel inexplicably warm;

After finishing the milk in the cup, he picked up the mobile phone on the bed to check the time, but found an unread message from Shen Xilou, and the corner of his mouth curved unconsciously;

The message I sent was a funny photo of Ace, and he asked Ace if he was reading a book on the sofa with his fork split. Gu Wuyan lay on the bed and typed two words with his mobile phone: cute;

In fact, he wants to say that you are cuter;

Ace, who had split his fork, was currently nestling in his little den with tears in his eyes. For the sake of the feelings of the two masters, he really fought hard for Shen Xilou, who was abused by a martial arts teacher today. He just asked Uncle Yang to give him After rubbing the medicine on his back, he could only lie prone on the bed, reached out and took the lit phone to unlock it and slid it open. Looking at the concise two words sent by Gu Wuyan, he felt jealous, this is really his style of chatting;

This afternoon, his mother gave him a task, so that he would have time to help her send flowers to Aunt Mo tomorrow, so he realized that tomorrow is the death day of Gu Wuyan's mother;

In the past, when Lou was still in China, no matter which city she was in, she would fly back to pay homage, but this time her performance schedule in country Y was too tight, and she couldn't spare time, so she had to ask her son to help her pay homage;

Shen Xilou thought that Gu Wuyan must be very sad now, so he took a photo of Ace to make him feel better;

"Are you going to sleep now?" Followed by a cute yawning white cat emoji;

Gu Wuyan lay flat and stared at the carved ceiling, and the beep of the phone brought his eyes back to his senses instantly. If he knew that he was going to sleep, would he not plan to continue chatting with him? still early;

Mr. Gu, do you remember what you said before: You have to go to bed early today?

The two started chatting intermittently. Most of the time, Shen Xilou was talking about his shooting and practice, and Gu Wuyan was only in charge of um, ah, oh;

Shen Xilou looked at the time on the phone, and they chatted for almost an hour, thinking that he would have to get up early tomorrow to start work, so he had to tell Gu Wuyan that he was going to bed first, and let him go to bed early;

Gu Wuyan, who was sleepy before, and Shen Xilou became more and more excited as they chatted, but now he doesn't feel sleepy anymore. Looking at the message sent by his mobile phone, he felt a little lost, as if he was suddenly stopped halfway through the matter ;

It seemed that he was going to suffer from insomnia again tonight. He lay on the bed thinking for a while, then typed a few words and asked: Can we sleep with mic?

He wants to feel his breath in his ears;

Shen Xilou was already a little sleepy and confused. After reading his news, he thought to himself, what kind of strange request is this?

Let him comfort the poor boy today, and fell asleep after pressing the voice call with Gu Wuyan;

Gu Wuyan immediately picked up the phone, and softly called Shen Xilou's name, but there was no answer from the other side, and the sound of the other party's even breathing came from the phone after a while;

He had no choice but to smile helplessly, this person has really implemented the matter of Lianmai sleeping;

He said goodnight to the person on the other end softly, turned off the light, and left only the dark yellow desk lamp by the bedside. He closed his eyes and listened to the snoring on the phone without feeling noisy, but rather like a lullaby. His excited head settled down to sleep;

The next day, when Shen Xilou woke up, his cell phone had been turned off, he scratched his messy hair, and hurriedly looked at the clock beside the bed, luckily it was not past the appointment time with Brother Li, so he washed up and hurried out;

Gu Wuyan opened his eyes from the morning light, and saw that the time was still early, guessing that grandpa hadn't woken up yet, so he changed his clothes and went to the gym to get sweaty, then returned to the room, took a shower, changed his clothes and went to the breakfast room of the villa past;

Ji Ran waited beside Mr. Mo, saw Gu Wuyan approaching, turned around and ordered the servants to prepare the bowls and chopsticks;

"Grandpa, early." After pulling away the opposite chair and getting down, he looked up at Mo Ji and said with a smile: "Uncle Ji, early..."

After finishing breakfast with Mr. Mo, Gu Wuyan helped him to the living room, where all the things for the sacrifice had been prepared in advance.

Mo Ji came in from the outside: "The car has been arranged and we can start."

Gu Wuyan and Mr. Mo stayed silent all the way in the back seat. The closer they got to Mo's Cemetery, the lower the air pressure in the car would be.

The car slowly drove into the cemetery surrounded by green trees. This is a private cemetery with special guards. When the people in the guard booth saw a car coming in, they reached out and stopped the car;

He lightly knocked down the glass window, did not look inside the car with a small notebook, and said in a business-like tone, "Hello, you need to register to enter."

Mo Ji lowered the car window and looked like that person: "Old Li, it's me..."

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes to see that it was Butler Mo, smiled, glanced at the old man in the back seat, greeted him respectfully, and hurried back to the pavilion to open the gate;

The car slowly stopped at the entrance of the cemetery, Gu Wuyan helped the old man get out of the car, Mo Ji and the driver followed behind with the sacrificial items, and the four stopped at the second step, where two black granite rocks were erected Tombstones, Mo Ji took out the sacrificial offerings and placed them in front of the two tombstones;

Mo Chengwu stared at the faces of the women on the two tombstones, and the pain in his heart climbed up his eyes, and the cloudy eyes were filled with tears. His daughter died 15 years ago, and his wife couldn't bear the blow and suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and followed him;

Two of his favorite women, his wife and daughter are buried here, if not for finding Xiaoyan, he thinks he might not be able to hold on at that time;

After Mo Ji set it up, he led the driver back to a distance, so that the grandpa and grandson could pay homage to each other;

Mr. Mo wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with the square handkerchief that he carried with him, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiaoyan, come and bow to your mother and grandma..." After speaking, he picked up the wine glass and spilled the wine on the open space in front of the tombstone, Mouth words;

Gu Wuyan first bowed three times in front of grandma's tomb, then carefully placed the prepared flowers in front of the tombstone, bowed again and then came to his mother's tombstone;

Looking at the black-and-white photo on the tombstone, the memory of his mother's voice and smile echoed in his mind. The candle in front of the tombstone flickered in the cold wind, as if his mother was telling him through the sound of the wind and the jumping flame that she knew he was coming;

Gu Wuyan felt the wind pass by his face and body, tightened his arms around himself as if his mother was hugging him back, stared at the tombstone in front of him, and murmured silently: Mom, I miss you very much, I really miss you Miss you!