"Gu Qingrong!"
Zeng braved the downpour and ran into the water, chasing him and shouting at him.
But he turned a deaf ear and was still immersed in his grief.
Finally, Zeng ran to his side, walked around in front of him, blocked his way, and held his hand tightly.
"Gu Qingrong, the rain is too heavy, let's not be here, shall we?" I didn't know how to comfort him.
She thought, maybe he would be better if he let out all this depressed mood.
But seeing him walking forward in the rain without looking back, she was very worried about his accident.
At this point, Gu Qingrong raised his head and looked at her with a dull look.
The rain dripped down their hair and clothes, and they were soaked.
In this cold day, he felt as cold as an ice awl getting into his body, but he couldn't feel it at all and was still crying.
Rain and tears mixed up on his cheeks, and he could not tell which was tears and which was rain.
He looked at her deeply, anxious and at a loss, just like his favorite toy suddenly disappeared, which made him panic.
He said: "My mother is gone... I don't have a mother..."
My heart made her feel more painful than being severely pricked by a fine needle. This sentence was like a loud voice, which exploded in her world.
She didn't know how to comfort him.
I can only say countless times, "Gu Qingrong, Gu Qingrong, don't do this, don't do this …".
Finally, she can only come forward and hug him deeply and tightly to let him know-
Gu Qingrong, you are not alone.
Gu Qingrong, you are not alone in grief.
Gu Qingrong, don't do this. I'm sorry, I can't share your pain.
*
The rain has stopped.
The two men were sitting in a lounge chair by the side of the road, soaked to the skin.
When the cold wind hit, Gu Qingrong's mood gradually stabilized.
He began to tell it all.
For the first time, he began to tell her about his mother and his family of origin.
When it comes to his childhood, he is very calm, just like telling other people's stories. He has never participated in this shadow story that keeps him from getting out.
He said, "They started quarreling and fighting when I was six years old. Every time they quarreled, the sound of quarreling was like an electric drill drilling a wall, penetrating the wall one by one and rushing into my ears. I was so scared that I would always hide in the dark bedroom and listen quietly to their quarrel. Sometimes when they quarrel, they will start work. On one occasion, they quarreled again over some things. From morning till night, I didn't eat anything. I'm really hungry, so I want to go out and find something to eat. "
Speaking of which, his breath was slightly stagnant: "That is, that time, I saw my mother holding a kitchen knife with my own eyes, saying in her mouth that she would die with Gu Xueren. When they saw me standing at the door and looking at them eagerly, reason seemed to come back a little bit... They froze. After that,