Quick Transmigration: The villain's Bai Yueguang is dead again

After hearing his words clearly, Yu Tang didn't feel lucky for a while.

Because the despair and sadness he felt from the boy was too strong.

But as an outsider, he couldn't help Wei Mosheng anything.

He blamed himself a little.

After all, his heart is not made of iron, even when he first came to this world, he only thought about tasks and points.

That has changed now too.

He wanted Wei Mosheng to cheer up again, and he didn't want to see him so depressed forever.

"Well, I see." He thought for a while, and added: "As for Wei Chen, I don't have the relationship with him as you think."

"It's because of the boxing ring that we sit together."

"I don't have that kind of feeling for him either," he said. "You don't have to guess."

The hand holding his clothes curled up, and Wei Mosheng's heart, which had already fallen to the bottom, quietly climbed up a little.

Why explain?

He was a little confused.

There is no need for Yu Tang to explain to him, after all, the two are not lovers...

But... very happy.

Wei Mosheng clenched Yu Tang's clothes tightly, his chest trembled, and he inhaled lightly with red eyes.

He leaned on Yu Tang as if grasping at the last straw.

That's great, that's great, brother Tang hasn't been with anyone yet.

He would not choose Wei Chen.

I still have time and hope.

"Ah."

……

Jiang Yuan woke up at noon the next day, and when she saw Wei Mosheng lying beside the hospital bed, her heart ached.

Wei Mosheng was a light sleeper, felt a woman gently stroking his hair, and woke up immediately.

"Mom, how do you feel?" Wei Mosheng took her hand, held it in his own, and tried to smile: "Whatever you want to eat, my son will buy it for you."

He said, "If you don't want to eat the groceries, I'll go home and make them for you right now."

"Shengsheng." Jiang Yuan sighed, and seeing Wei Mosheng's expression, she knew that she couldn't hide it.

"I'm sorry." Her eyes were slightly red: "Mom doesn't want to hide it from you, I just don't want to delay your study."

"Over the years, I have owed you too much. It's hard to see you happy. How can I be willing to tell you this kind of news and make you sad."

She emphasized: "Don't blame Xiaotang, I asked him to hide it from you. It's thanks to him for taking me to the hospital these days. I don't know how to thank him anymore."

"Mmm, um, Mom, I know." Wei Mosheng put the woman's hand on his forehead, lowered his head, and covered his expression: "I know everything."

"And Mom, I never feel that you owe me anything." His voice choked up: "For me, you are the best mother, the most important person in my life, and the person I love the most forever... ..."

Jiang Yuan had tears in her eyes when he said that, she secretly turned her face away and wiped her tears.

She has made many wrong choices and suffered many injuries in her life. Lying on the bed at night, her heart is always filled with endless regrets.

But the only thing she didn't regret was that she gave birth to Wei Mosheng under the pressure of cutting off ties with her family under the strange eyes of everyone.

Wei Mosheng is the angel who came to redeem her.

Without this child, perhaps she would not be able to live strong until now.

"Shengsheng." Jiang Yuan asked Wei Mosheng to bend down, and then gently kissed the boy's forehead.

The woman's expression was very gentle, although she was thin, there was a very clear light in her eyes.

"Mom loves you too, and will always be proud of you." She caressed the boy's face: "So, Mom hopes you cheer up and don't be depressed, otherwise Mom will be sad."

"Shengsheng is so filial, he must be reluctant to let his mother be sad, right?"

Wei Mosheng gritted his teeth, breathed hard, covered his eyes with one arm, wiped away the overflowing tears, and then smiled at Jiang Yuan: "Mmm, um, I won't make you sad."

The trauma on Jiang Yuan's body is not slow to heal, but the torment of stomach cancer is increasing day by day.

The sequelae of chemotherapy are also becoming more and more obvious.

The originally beautiful face was so thin that the cheekbones protruded, and all the black hair had fallen out, leaving only a sparse handful.

Later, Jiang Yuan simply asked the barber to remove it for her, and put on the hat Wei Mosheng bought for her.

Jiang Yuan refused to let Wei Mosheng accompany her every day, and urged him to go to class.

Wei Mosheng agreed to her, but as long as there were no classes, even if he could only spare a little time, he would come to the hospital to see Jiang Yuan.

Yu Tang used all his savings to treat Jiang Yuan's illness, and then recorded the account in that small account book in front of Wei Mosheng, saying that he would remember to pay it back when he earned money.

Wei Mosheng knew that Yu Tang was protecting his self-esteem.

He also vowed that one day he would stand out and repay Yu Tang.

Jiang Yuan left in December.

She accompanied Wei Mosheng on his 20th birthday, she looked good that day, and talked a lot with Wei Mosheng and Yu Tang.

Even managed to eat a small bite of the birthday cake.

However, this is only a flashback after all.

Three days later, she finally couldn't hold on any longer. Wearing a ventilator, she held Wei Mosheng's hand with her thin hands, tears filled her eyes.

"Birth...life..." After several months of fighting against death, Jiang Yuan seemed to be 20 years old. Wei Mosheng lay beside her, approached her, and listened to her: "Don't...be sad..."

"Mom... only, just went to the sky... Mom will watch and watch you in the sky... protect, protect you..."

"You protected mom all her life..."

"This time, I will change my mother to protect you..." She said with difficulty, and the transparent breathing mask was covered with a layer of fog.

The woman coaxed Wei Mosheng like a child: "Okay, okay?"

Wei Mosheng clenched the white sheet tightly with one hand, gritted his teeth, and choked out a few laughs from his throat, but tears had already wet Jiang Yuan's pillow.

He nodded vigorously: "Okay, okay..."

"Mom, don't worry, I will be fine, fine, and I won't let you worry."

Yu Tang stood aside, his eyes full of regret and pain.

He turned around unbearably, unable to bear to look.

"Be good..." Jiang Yuan's pupils began to dilate, and her eyes gradually turned black: "You are mother's good, be good..."

"Good...good..."

The ECG eventually converges to a straight line.

"mom--"

Wei Mosheng couldn't bear it anymore, threw himself on Jiang Yuan's body, and wept bitterly while hugging the woman.

Yu Tang helped Wei Mosheng organize the funeral for Jiang Yuan, and witnessed Wei Mosheng bury the woman's urn with his own hands.

It was raining and sleeting that day, the temperature dropped directly below zero, and the boy's hands were red from the cold. Yu Tang stood beside him and held an umbrella for him. After going through the process, he accompanied Wei Mosheng to watch the repairs of Jiang Yuan's cemetery.

Putting the prepared flowers in front of the tombstone, Wei Mosheng squatted down, stretched out his frozen fingers to wipe off the water on the woman's photo.

His voice was hoarse, full of longing and reluctance.

"Mom, when you get there, you must treat yourself better."

"Don't be fooled again."

"My son failed to honor you well in this life, and I will make up for it in my next life."

After speaking, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times to the tombstone.

When he looked up again, his eyes were already red.

"Mom, goodbye."