Call back to live with

Chapter 22

The light of the thunder and lightning disappeared in an instant, and in the dimness, only the "clack" sound from the old woman's throat was heard, like the sound of squeezing her mouth hard.

Wen Shugeng felt a chill in his heart for no reason.

"Cuckoo-"

The hoarse and unpleasant voice, as if the throat was pinched and deformed, was horrifying and weird.

Song Ziyu approached slightly, and asked with concern towards the dark side: "Old man, we are not bad people, you don't have to be afraid."

The wind poured in from the dilapidated roof, howling, curling up the white hair.The faintly shaking white light is pitiful and old.

Another bolt of lightning strikes, accompanied by dazzling light, illuminating the cell in white.The old woman turned her cloudy eyes and said in a trembling voice, "Son, mother has finished the clothes."

The two of them immediately understood that this should be Xu Jun's mother.Being imprisoned by him, but still sewing clothes for his unfilial son, it was true as the rumors said, spoiled lawlessly.

A loving mother loses many children.I don't know how true or false this is.

Song Ziyu said softly: "Old man, are you alright?"

The old woman just repeated the sentence: "Mother has finished the clothes." In this gentle words filled with infinite love, there is actually some showing off and fawning secretly hidden.

Wen Shugeng frowned and said, "Your son doesn't lack clothes. What he lacks is discipline."

After hearing his voice, the old woman was stunned for a long time before asking softly, "My son?"

A ray of light was cast from the hole in the roof, mixed with fine rain.The rain was not heavy, but every drop was emitting a little bit of white light, which swept in the cold breath and dripped to the ground again.The sound of the rain was so weak that it could barely cover the old woman's rapid breathing and the gurgling sound like blood rolling in her throat.

In this dark cage, the mother's original gentle gaze was buried, and the things in the eye sockets became cloudy, making it difficult to recognize people.The son's ruthlessness and coldness were just like the brutal thunder and lightning that shattered the old mother's heart.

She then asked, "Son, are you here?"

No son, no son of hers here.However, that call was sad and moving, as biting and delicate as when a gust of cold wind cuts through the hairs, it almost condensed the frost and snow in the heart in an instant.

Song Ziyu was in exile, and his brothers were wandering, how could he stand up to her call.His heart ached, and he lowered his voice: "Old man, your son is not here."

The pain sank into her heart, mixed with the cruel son's indifference to his biological mother, and repeated reprimands of her incompetent and indecisive teaching son, which scraped sharply by her ears day and night, as if it damaged her hearing.The old woman waved her hand, almost pleading: "Son, mother can't hear you. Come closer and let mother touch you."

Rumbling--

Thousands of thunderbolts slammed down mercilessly, like a drum shaking the sky, smashing the earth into pieces.Dark clouds rolled in, black and dense, roaring in the sky silently and ferociously, echoing the thunder and lightning.

It became even darker in the prison, and there was no light in the hole.In the gloom, only the old mother's white hair swayed in the wind.Every strand of hair is moving and swaying, like unfailing love for his son.

"Son, did it thunder? Mother's ears are useless, buzzing, hot, bleeding? Son, come over here and show mother."

Both Wen Shugeng and Song Ziyu showed extremely intolerable expressions.Xu Jun, how dare you be so unfilial?

It took a long time to wait for her son's hand, and the old woman waved her hand again desolately. She was eager and a little angry, and called out again: "Son——"

She was wronged: "Mother's ear hurts."

She was proud: "Mother made the clothes for you."

She begged: "Come here, give mother a touch."

There are wrinkles hidden in her voice, the wind bumped and washed the trembling voice, but failed to unfold the vicissitudes of life, so it had to send the rough and thick original sound.So they also heard, in every word and every pause, there was the extremely painful breathing of the mother.

Wen Shu walked over in a daze, and squatted at her feet, trying to put his hands on her knees.But the hand flew into the air and wiped the ground.Wen Shugeng was shocked, his knee was empty, boneless and fleshless!

A broken lamp, flickering on and off, guarding the last bit of light miserably.The strong wind and rain eroded the lampshade, and the threatening cold poured into the wick.

Her back was lumped down, her hair was graying, her body was half disabled, and her life was passing by quickly——she still lit the heart lamp, and made a dress for her son according to the needle and thread in her hand!

The old woman seemed to sense the body temperature of the men around her. She smiled a little bit, narrowed her eyes, and was indescribably happy: "Mother lied to you. Mother's ears don't hurt. You hand over to mother, and mother will warm you up. This It's cold, boy, are you dressed thickly?"

It would be great if it goes her way.Wen Shugeng sniffed, passed his hand over, and quietly held that extremely rough and cold as stone palm.

That hand held him carefully, and covered him with the other, enveloping him, rubbing the back of his hand for him.But those two hands were frozen stiff and could hardly be stretched, which made Wen Shugeng almost feel that sandpaper was rubbing against him.

"Ah!" She remembered suddenly, her heart was as sweet as honey, and she scolded herself with a smile, "Mother is so confused. I made clothes for you. Son, stand up and try them on. Do you like them? No." If you like it, I will change it for you."

She fumbled to find a piece of clothing, stuffed it into Wen Shugeng's hands, and urged: "Quick, try it on, and see it. Mom can't see it, and she knows that my son will look good in it."

Wen Shugeng obeyed, took the clothes, and put them on his body.It's hard to see clearly in the dark, but the clothes seem to be dark red, with faint blood-like light shining through.

The thin clothes are almost scalding.In the name of others, Wen Shugeng was treated by Hui's loving mother making clothes.

Song Ziyu was right, he hid all the sadness and bitterness behind it in his heart.On Yixi Villa, what is the difference between him and Ziyu? Even though he is the owner of the young village, he is just a pawn.He has never had the tenderness of family affection for a moment.

The voice that had been suppressed for a long time made a sound, Wen Shugeng's rare ironing in his heart, he really wanted to reassure this gentle mother, so he cherished and said: "It's very warm and beautiful."

Can my mother, who has lost her eyesight and hearing, hear?Probably overheard.Because Wen Shugeng gently shook her hand again.

Cold tears slid down her cheeks, she was crying, but she still smiled so lovingly: "My child, mother loves you. Mother agrees to whatever you want. Go, wear the clothes made by mother, and go Bar."

What else did she ask the child to do?Let him imprison his parents, let him hurt the heavens, let his demons run rampant, and despise the way of heaven?

Mother, your name is Faint!

At this moment, there was a bang, and the prison door was opened heavily.Xu Jun came in surrounded by a group of servants, and the light from a few torches shone on his face, revealing his nervousness and vague anticipation.

Seeing that both of them had broken free from the rope, the servant rushed towards them with weapons in hand.

Song Ziyu was in front and immediately went up to meet her.He kicked one person in the heart, then took the weapon from his hand, and fought with several others.

These servants are well-trained, but none of them are easy to handle. Song Ziyu is not a first-class master in martial arts, and he can't easily retreat under the siege of the crowd.

Another group of people came towards Wen Shugeng. Wen Shugeng protected the old woman behind him, fearing that Xu Jun, a heartless and ungrateful person, would stab her mercilessly with a sword in spite of his mother's life.

Fighting with bare hands, although Wen Shugeng didn't lose the wind, he didn't expect that the crooked Xu Jun would suddenly exert his strength and plot from behind!

The poisoned dart pierced into his shoulder, Wen Shugeng let out a muffled snort, and just shook off a person with his arm, at this moment, he felt that arm was like thousands of ants biting, it was unbearably itchy.

"Ziyu!" He reminded his confidant, "Beware of hidden weapons."However, he lost his strength with a bang, the eczema spread rapidly, although it was not fatal, it sealed his meridians, preventing him from exerting his internal strength, he bent his knees, and knelt down beside the old woman's feet.

Xu Jun's eyes were unbelievably bright. He approached Wen Shugeng, but took out a dagger and handed it to the old woman, eagerly and ecstatically urging: "Quick! He is the reincarnated person! Qing Rou can come back!"

The hands of the old man with dizzy eyes were frozen to iron, and he couldn't hold the dagger, jingle!The crisp sound of the blade colliding with the ground sounded, and she trembled all over, only feeling the buzzing in her ears, and the blood flowed continuously.

She was anxious and flustered, her arms fluttered, and she shouted indiscriminately: "Son! Son!"

Xu Jun hurriedly picked up the dagger, handed it to her again, held her hand tightly, and shouted loudly in her ear: "Your son will be back soon! Do it quickly!"

His voice was so loud that it almost broke Wen Shugeng's eardrums, and the old woman wondered if she could bear it.etc!Wen Shugeng instantly understood that this was not Xu Jun's mother, she was Qin Qingrou's mother!

The torches brightened the cell.Wen Shugeng saw clearly that the old woman was dressed in linen clothes, her palms were rough, she looked poor.Not the rich businessman's wife, the rich wife who is used to being pampered.

Mother Qin's eyes were cloudy, her eyes were red and swollen like peach pits, and she was still crying.She called out loudly: "Son! Mother's sweetheart!"

Xu Jun couldn't control that much anymore.The sacrifice is imperative, and he must return Qin Qingrou.Holding the old woman's hand tightly, he sent the dagger into her heart.

The voice of the old mother calling for her son stopped abruptly, and she had a dagger in her heart—a dagger that might bring her son back to the world.

In an instant, the dark clouds receded, and the cell suddenly became frighteningly bright.The strong wind whizzed and howled, hitting the roof tiles again and again.

Bright red blood flowed out, Wen Shugeng couldn't struggle, his eyes widened, and a strange disc appeared behind him, creaking, licking blood.

The familiar pain struck again, the soul was torn apart, and the will began to slacken.

Wen Shugeng's eyes fell on the old and tired old man, and the distant question came from thousands of mountains and rivers. In the pupils of the old woman, he looked at himself: Who is this?

at this time!A servant suddenly stepped forward, pulled out the dagger, restrained Xu Jun, and strangled him tightly by the neck.

Xu Jun had difficulty breathing, and turned to look at him: "You! Who are you?"

The unknown man pretending to be a servant looked at him coldly: "You fool who pretends to be a ghost! How many more people do you want to harm?"

Wen Shugeng could hardly hear their voices. Amidst the commotion, Song Ziyu seemed to have escaped from the encirclement and rushed towards him.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but saw the old man opposite, with a strange brilliance on his face——

The sky was bright, and the little bit of vision she had left allowed her to vaguely see the clothes she sewed for her son.

Grinning and smiling softly, she didn't care about the wound on her chest, and reached out to touch Wen Shugeng's hair.The iron-like touch and the ice-like coolness made Wen Shugeng goose bumps all over his body.

With the deepest and deepest love a mother can give, she stroked Wen Shugeng's hair, and said with incomparable kindness: "Son, good... good..."

The soul was soothed, and the body recovered in an instant, and no longer dared to escape from the body easily.Wen Shugeng recovered slightly, but saw that old body fell to the ground in embarrassment.

Here is a mother, dead.

Wen Shugeng's nose was so sore that he burst into tears in an instant.What she didn't finish speaking should be: "Son, you look good. You look good in the clothes your mother made."

Song Ziyu picked him up, kicked away the people around him, and together with the unknown knight, took Xu Jun out of the cell.

No matter how much they talked, Wen Shugeng didn't realize it.He was in extreme pain, heartbroken, and Song Ziyu could only let Song Ziyu hold him like a walking corpse.

The sky was still bright outside, pouring water all over his body, clearly illuminating everything that could not be seen clearly in the darkness.

Song Ziyu stopped suddenly and looked at Wen Shugeng, with a very unbearable pain on his face.

Wen Shu Geng felt something somewhere, he lowered his head, and slowly looked at his clothes.

A gust of cool wind blew, covering his head and face, like a gauze soaked in snow, touching his cheeks, melting with the temperature there, and endless water dripped out.

That woman who had never heard of a man falling in love in her life, that poor woman from a small family, that mother who was staring blankly, didn't understand in the end why her good, gentle and motivated son had lost all children and grandchildren.But child, mother wishes you all the best and all the best.

In the chilly cold night, the old mother hid her cowardly tears and helped her son, who is not tolerated by the world, to boldly resist the world——she sewed a bright red wedding dress with her own hands.

The author has something to say: Xiao Wen is very angry, and tries to let Xiao Gu meet him in the next chapter to coax him.