reverse trapping

The research institute is located in a remote place, and Shen's mother, who has spent more than half her life in the research institute, settled her home nearby.Although it is inconvenient, it can basically meet the needs of life.

Shen Jinzhi and Cheng Mu drove for an hour and a half before arriving nearby.

When the phone rang, Shen Jinzhi casually glanced at the screen, and said to Cheng Mu who was sitting in the passenger seat, "Pick it up."

Cheng Mu picked up the phone and asked, "Do you want to put the speaker on?"

"No need." Shen Jinzhi said warmly, "I'm looking for you."

"what?"

Cheng Mu picked up the phone in a daze, and didn't understand the meaning of Shen Jinzhi's words until he heard Shen's mother's voice.

"Are you almost there?"

Just as Cheng Mu wanted to ask Shen Jinzhi, Shen Jinzhi spoke before him: "There are still 5 minutes."

He repeated Shen Jinzhi's answer.

Shen's mother didn't seem surprised that he answered the phone, but just replied "OK".

There was an obvious gap on the other end of the phone before adding the sentence "Be careful".

Shen's mother's exhortation was very simple, completely different from Cheng Muze's memory of his mother's concern nagging, it was more like standing on the edge of unfamiliarity and tentatively stretching out tentacles forward, but worried that he cared too much, so he silently accepted it. go back.

When the two arrived, the door was not closed tightly.

Cheng Mu followed Shen Jinzhi in.

Shen's mother is busy alone.

There are more than a dozen packaged lunch boxes, large and small, on the operating table in the kitchen, some are empty, and some are still filled with vegetables.

Looks like they were purchased from outside.

Hearing the movement, Mother Shen put down the things in her hands and walked to the door.

She approached awkwardly and reached out to the shoe cabinet by the door.

Cheng Mu followed Shen's mother's movements and quickly opened the shoe cabinet: "Let me do it."

Mother Shen smiled faintly, straightened up, and pointed to the top two pairs of slippers.

Cheng Mu took out the two pairs of slippers with labels, and handed a pair to Shen Jinzhi.

Mother Shen's eyes swept over Shen Jinzhi, and then quickly moved away.

She pointed in the direction of the bathroom: "Wash your hands quickly, you can eat right away."

Cheng Mu wanted to go directly to help, but Shen Jinzhi stopped him.

"Be obedient, go wash your hands."

After washing your hands, Shen's mother has finished tidying up here too.

The three of them sat around the table in an awkward silence.

There was a mixed aroma of vegetables, with a faint smell of paste.

Shen's mother tried to ease the atmosphere with words: "I really don't know how to cook. I basically bought these outside. You should eat a little."

Shen Jinzhi breathed out slowly, and asked, "Have you lived like this all these years?"

Mother Shen lowered her head, and answered his question in a roundabout way: "No way, isn't the research institute busy."

Shen Jinzhi picked up the chopsticks and reached for the only poorly presented dish on the table.

It was a scrambled egg with green peppers, and there were obvious black spots on the surface of the egg.

Shen Muxu raised her hand and stared at Shen Jinzhi intently.

Shen Jinzhi continued to taste the dishes without being affected.

He chewed carefully, and then smiled: "It's pretty good."

At that moment, the invisible barrier between the mother and child finally cracked.

The corner of Shen's mother's mouth curled up in joy, and she quickly picked up a piece of meat and sent it to Cheng Muze's bowl: "Son, try this, this dish is quite good."

Cheng Mu responded again and again.

Then, those timid chopsticks turned to Shen Jinzhi's bowl.

Shen Jinzhi picked up the piece of meat that fell into his bowl and put it into his mouth.

The warm dishes released heat, creating a warmth that could not be ignored around the three of them.

After the meal, Shen Jinzhi got up before Shen's mother to clear the table.

He stopped Shen's mother's movement, glanced at Cheng Mu who was beside him and said, "Ah Xia gets bored easily, why don't you talk to him."

Shen's mother's eyes fell on Cheng Muze very naturally.

Cheng Mu nodded quickly.

Shen's mother struggled for a moment, but still agreed.

She waved to Cheng Muze kindly: "My child, come with me."

Cheng Mu glanced at Shen Jinzhi's busy back, and followed Shen's mother away from the dinner table.

The two walked into the study.

Mother Shen took out a photo album from the drawer and handed it to Cheng Muze: "Look through it."

She pulled out the chair and motioned for Cheng Mu to sit down.

Cheng Mu flipped through the pitifully small photo album.

He looked up at Mother Shen: "This is..."

"Pictures of Jin Zhi when he was a child." She lowered her voice, "I'm not a good mother, I didn't leave a few pictures for him, and I can't even fill a small album."

Looking at those photos, Mother Shen hesitated to speak.

She lowered her eyelashes with a wry smile.

Most of the photos in the album are the photos taken by the school or the organizer when Shen Jinzhi won the award, and there are very few photos left for the real record of life.

Although the teenagers recorded in the photo were holding trophies and certificates, none of them were smiling.

Cheng Mu stroked the photo through the film: "Didn't he like to smile before?"

Shen's mother's eyes darkened again: "He used to smile every time I saw me. I once thought he was a kid who loved to laugh, but I realized later that it was just because he was sensible."

At this time, Cheng Mu found a rare group photo.

Leaning against his mother, the teenager finally showed a bright smile, and the joy that could not be concealed almost overflowed the photo.

Cheng Mu turned over the photo album and presented it to Shen's mother: "Perhaps he is not only sensible, but also because he saw you that he smiled from the bottom of his heart."

Shen's mother froze, her eyes suddenly became moist.

Staring at Shen Jinzhi who was close to her in the photo, infinite regret welled up in his heart.

It is easy to create a crack in a relationship, but it is difficult to mend it.

She held the corner of the photo album tightly, and confided to Cheng Mu: "My child, I am actually very grateful to you. Although Jin Zhi will visit me regularly, we haven't sat down to eat together for almost ten years.

"In the past few years, I have the cheek to repair the relationship with Jin Zhi, but his response has always been dull, except this time."

Shen's mother breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay to think about it. Without my company, he is so old. Not only is he strong and healthy, but also successful in his career. Even if I want to make up for the love I missed in the first half of my life, He doesn't necessarily need it."

The sound of water coming from the sink hit her heart heavily.

"I often think that if I had chosen love, I would have valued family more and would not have neglected my children. But when I finished sighing, I have already passed half my life.

"There is never a chance to start over in life. Regrets are all choices. Even if you can go back to the past and choose another possibility, it doesn't mean you won't regret it. Compared with taking one step, it counts as ten steps, and choosing from the heart is the biggest luck."

Shen's mother gradually came out of the remorse: "But any choice has a price. Maybe someone will reprimand you loudly in the future, saying that your actions are wrong and cannot be tolerated by the world. You really do well to face all kinds of problems. Are you ready for a worldly vision?"

Cheng Muze's gaze suddenly became firm.

"Secular cognition is measured by the current mainstream rules, there is no eternal right or wrong and cognition, only ever-changing standards and laws.

"I don't try to convince other people, but as long as I don't think I'm wrong, no one can force me to agree with them."

The slightly stiff arc of Shen's mother's mouth finally eased, and she smiled gratifiedly: "It seems that Jin Zhi's persistence is not wrong."

The sound of water in the kitchen stopped, which was a sign that Shen Jinzhi had finished his housework.

Mother Shen put away the photo album: "Let's watch it together next time, Jin Zhi seems to be free."

Cheng Mu followed out of the study.

Probably due to the cold water, Shen Jinzhi's fingertips were slightly red, although it was only a faint layer, Cheng Mu still felt distressed.

Shen Jinzhi picked up the coat hanging on the hanger and put it on.

"We're going back now."

Shen's mother didn't do much to keep them, and sent them out.

She asked Cheng Muze, "Will you come again next time?"

Cheng Mu knew that it was a disguised form asking Shen Jin if he could come to the house next time like today.

He glanced sideways at Shen Jinzhi.

Shen Jinzhi responded briefly: "Yes."

The autumn wind rolls up the fallen dead leaves, waiting for it to return to the embrace of the tree shadow.

The two walked side by side on the corridor of the community.

Cheng Mu began to recall what Shen's mother had said to him.

The relationship between Shen Jinzhi and his parents has been weak for many years, and even after he fell ill, the first people who came to him were friends and students.

If he wanted to restore this relationship, he could have taken action a long time ago.

But he chose this moment.

After he told the truth about his mother's death and the fact that he had a bad relationship with his family.

There seems to be only one answer.

——Shen Jinzhi wanted to give him the warmth from his family.

This kind of warmth comes not only from Shen Jinzhi himself, but also from their common family.

For this reason, Shen Jinzhi is willing to repair the broken family of origin, just to let him feel a mother's care.

Stepping on the yellow leaves, Cheng Mu's emotions accumulated in his heart became more and more intense, and he still asked: "Senior...are you doing it for me?"

Shen Jinzhi seemed to know what he was talking about, but he pursed his lips and smiled but did not answer.

But Cheng Mu couldn't help but continued to ask him, "Why?"

Shen Jinzhi half turned his body and stroked Cheng Muze's cheek.

"I don't have to have some things, but we, Axia, must have them."

Cheng Mu stopped and settled on the stone road.

The breeze passed behind Shen Jinzhi quietly, and passed the words into Cheng Muze's ears verbatim.

We Asha must have it.

Those words caught Cheng Muze's heart, easily touching the softness in his heart.

He also wanted to do something for Shen Jinzhi.

Even insignificant.

He secretly rubbed the scar between his fingers with his thumb, and said firmly, "Senior, let's hold hands."

Unconsciously, Shen Jinzhi stretched out his hand along the direction of the wind, with his frank palm facing upwards.

Cheng Mu clasped his palms, and his knuckles slid into Shen Jinzhi's fingers, intertwining with his fingers.

The resistance engraved in his bones when he was young dissipated in an instant, crushed in the warmth of overlapping fingers.

Shen Jinzhi's knuckles were slightly stiff.

Only now did Cheng Mu know that the test he gave Meng Jiao was meaningless.

It turns out that there is no unbreakable obsession in this world, only people who don't love enough.

He clasped his palm tightly and pressed against Shen Jinzhi.

"You can go now."