$ Chapter 1302 Chapter 1299 "Moonlight Song"

Chapter 1302 Chapter 1299·"Moonlight Song"

The woman looked at him with a smile.

Hair tied into a bun, curved eyebrows, and mute eyes.

That's the look in his eyes.

Every time she ordered him to play the piano, she would look like this.

At this moment, Su Mingan seemed to have returned to countless nights of practicing "Moonlight Song"... jingle bells, jingle bells, and the grainy piano sound was like falling moonlight. When he raised his head out the window, he could see the moonlight hidden in the dark clouds. His palms were burning and he couldn't tell whether the keys were white or red.

When he was a child, he didn't understand why his parents kept arguing about the topic of "money". This word seemed to have countless magical powers. No matter how loving they are, they cannot escape this curse. "Money" is a sharp blade that can cut into pieces all the sworn love.

It wasn't until he saw his mother crying because of a bag of rotten vegetables, like a string suddenly breaking, that he vaguely realized something in his heart.

"...He will never come back at all. He will always only care about those guns, thieves and robbers." She sat among the rotten vegetable leaves and hugged him, her chest trembling uncontrollably:

"He is a great hero, and some people thank him, but what's the use of that? Can you get money? Can you make him care about your growth? If you don't go home all the time, what's the use of that little money?"

"Why do even the vendors in the vegetable market bully me... Obviously before I got married, I was a little girl and couldn't even touch water with my fingers. Now my hands are covered with frostbite..."

"Ming'an, Ming'an, you must not be like him in the future. No one will be grateful to a hero. Even if you are grateful, your efforts and sacrifices will never be returned... Don't talk nonsense about protecting everyone, even if you let him Others may be moved for months, lay flowers for you, and sing your praises, but it is your relatives who will suffer for the rest of their lives..."

"The most important thing is to survive. If you die, you will have nothing..."

His mother hugged him, her hot tears fell on him, and she murmured those unforgettable words. They were the truths she had realized through her own life, and they were the fruits of her grief.

At this moment, Su Mingan's mind was not that "saving others is wrong", but - "marriage is indeed a disaster."

If you are lucky, your life will be comfortable. It's bad luck. After marriage, problems that cannot be reconciled are discovered, leaving only trivial matters and pain that cannot be dug out for a lifetime.

So he pulled her sleeve and said softly: "It's over, Mom, don't go on."

Lin Wangan was born into a pianist family. Before marriage, he had a beautiful appearance, a well-groomed manner, and a clean slate. He was full of artistic cells and always had a gentle and happy expression. But for some reason, ever since he was born, her face has always been filled with sadness, and her heart has only been filled with the misery of life.

...Did he bring it?

...It was he who became her chain, trapping her here. She might have been happier if she'd left him behind.

He sincerely persuaded her to leave here, but the child's words had no effect. Any truth once it reaches a child's mouth becomes childish and laughable.

Then she suddenly became hysterical, as if she was angered by his words, and slapped him:

"Children, every family actually persuades their parents to divorce!"

"White-eyed wolf! What a white-eyed wolf! You should interrupt in this kind of thing? You are a little brat, what do you know? Who taught you to say this? Have you read some bad things on the Internet again!? It's the game that's to blame Bar!"

He doesn't understand.

All he knew was that she was unhappy at home. He wants her to be happy. He didn't see any happiness in this marriage, only a resentful person who cried all day long.

But the burning pain on his cheek reminded him that he had said the wrong thing. The only condition for children to judge whether their ideas are correct is whether adults hit them.

He was beaten, so he was wrong.

But he still wanted to "save" her out of the quagmire. Although she said, saving people is not the right thing to do.

But before he spoke, he saw her stand up, walk to the computer desk, and smash the keyboard with anger on her face.

"Wow——"

The keycap fell to the ground, like a black-gray snow. Cracking, like sharp thorns, hitting his heart, his whole body trembled.

"It's all caused by things on the Internet! You must have met some unclean people, and they taught you to say such things..." She pointed the finger at people outside the family: "You are not allowed to go online in the future, and let me listen to it again. If you say this, I will beat you to death..."

At this moment, looking at the woman with disheveled hair, Su Mingan covered her painful cheek and looked at the photo hanging on the wall - that was a photo of Lin Wangan when he was young.

In the photo, she has a ponytail, long eyebrows, fair and rosy cheeks, beautiful lipstick on her lips, wearing an exquisite chiffon dress, and carrying a small designer bag. She looked at the vast sea, walking on the golden beach towards the waves. The night was drooping, and the sky was filled with stars. The light captured in her eyes at that moment seemed to be included in the sea of ​​countless stars. She has traveled far and wide, to far and wide places, just to capture the romantic inspiration of musical notes.

That day, she must have seen herself playing on the world stage.

But now, he only saw her crying day and night, and the furthest distance was only the vegetable market.

The fire in her eyes was extinguished.

But a new fire burned in her chest. Su Ming'an recognized it and the teacher had taught him that the name of the fire was "love".

It turns out that she would rather stay in a cocoon because of "love".

She gave up her ideal of the stars and the sea, trapped herself in the vegetable market and the kitchen, and only stared at his gradually growing height.

Su Mingan couldn't judge whether this was right or wrong. Maybe everyone had different choices, but she used to be so free, and she was not a vassal of anyone... This made him gradually begin to fear the word "love".

——What is love?

Is it a brainwashing agent? Or a poison? Let a person be trapped in a small world, willing to not go out, crying day and night?

It also makes a person a great hero, ignoring his wife and children, always bravely devoting himself to the front line of protecting the people, and not regretting that he might die heroically?

——But aren't the "love" of the former and the "love" of the latter the same thing? Why do they lead to completely opposite results?

——Why does the "love" of the former hinder the "love" of the latter?

——Why does the "love" of the latter make the "love" of the former sharp and painful?

The young child was confused. He asked Uncle Zhao, the girl next door, and the teacher. They all gave different answers, but none of them answered his doubts.

Until the day when he was eight years old, Su Mingan finally got the answer to this question——

That day, Lin Wangan smiled, contrary to her usual behavior. Even if he played a few wrong notes, she did not hit his hand with the dented wooden stick.

"Why is mom so happy today?" he asked, looking up.

"Because something very happy will happen today!" She seemed to have become a young girl again, with a similar expectation on her face as in the photo. There was something shining in her eyes, and Su Mingan guessed that it was the sea of ​​stars she had long lost.

He quietly glanced at the calendar. His father was on duty today, so it was impossible for him to go home and surprise her. Today was not the wedding anniversary, and even if it was the wedding anniversary, it would be difficult for his father to come back. So why was mom so happy?

He smelled the aroma of red bean paste. Today, mom cooked red bean porridge, put it in a bowl on the table, stirred it, and a sticky and sweet aroma came out.

"You continue to practice, I'll go cook." Mom said this and left the room with a smile on her face.

Su Mingan continued to practice the piano. This kind of practice should last at least three hours every day.

"Ding Dong-Ding Dong-"

The wall clock ticked, ticked. The "Moonlight Sonata" under his palm was beating with grainy music, and his heart was gradually filled with curiosity... Mom hasn't been so happy for a long time. He wanted to know why, he wanted to know why.

If he knew the reason why she was happy, even if she didn't want to leave here, he could usually create this kind of happiness to make her feel better.

...

["Like a boat swaying on the moonlit surface of Lake Lucerne in Switzerland..."]

...

He got up on tiptoe and walked lightly towards the door.

...Hurry, hurry, hurry.

If the piano stopped for too long, Mom would notice it, and she would scold him for not playing, and such an opportunity would disappear.

At this moment, even if his fingers left the keys, he seemed to still hear the lingering "Moonlight Sonata", the notes of C sharp minor leaping beside his ears, the notes that rose and fell, the interlude of expanding and contracting fingers...

He quickened his pace, left his room, walked through the narrow corridor, and went to his mother's room at the end of the corridor...

...

["...from far away, far away, as if from the invisible depths of the soul, a quiet voice suddenly rose. Some voices are melancholy, full of infinite sorrow; others are contemplative, with endless memories, dark omens..."]

...

Mom's door was not completely closed, leaving a gap, and the dim light spilled out, giving the pure black corridor a warm color.

Su Mingan carefully placed his hand on the door, and the aroma of red beans at the tip of his nose became more and more fragrant, making him want to eat that bowl of red bean paste.

Wait a little longer, and when he finds the reason why his mother is happy, he will go and eat it immediately.

He gently opened the door——"Squeak——"

The warm yellow light fell into his eyes. Everything in front of him was soft and blurry, like the moonlight still playing in his ears.

Click.

He heard the sound of his heart stopping, like biting into a clear and crisp apple.

...

["Facing the sea, the moonlight is rising from where the water and the sky meet. The ripples on the sea surface are instantly sprinkled with silver light. The moon rises higher and higher, passing through wisps of light clouds like gauze..."]

...

Weak and bright red blood.

The lingering high and low notes, the distinct grainy sound of the piano——from then on, it never left his ears.

Moonlight, moonlight...

The moonlight is like a gauze, falling softly from the window. Through this hazy light yellow mist, he saw——the long black hair was scattered all over the ground, like a long winding snake, and the woman was lying quietly on the bed, wearing a white chiffon dress and beautiful lipstick.

Her wrist fell into the basin, and red things floated out, one by one, and the bright red pierced his eyes.

It smelled so good.

It smelled so good.

Red bean paste smelled so good... The sweet and gentle aroma kept slipping into his nose.

It turned out that the smell of blood and red bean paste blended so perfectly. He swallowed his saliva subconsciously, and couldn't tell whether he smelled the red bean paste in the living room or her flowing blood.

—— She was so pale, almost like a thin sketch.

It turns out that when she said "something happy will happen" today, she was referring to this - she finally made up her mind to leave.

He thought about his chance glance this morning and saw her sitting in front of the computer, with the screen filled with online comments about her piano skills. It seems that I understand the reason for her happiness.

"Mom...?" He walked in, his mind stagnant and confused.

Her eyes fell on him intermittently.

"..."

The lips opened and closed as if they were saying something.

But the piano sound in Su Mingan's ears was too noisy. "Moonlight Song" lingered around him, and those high and low notes kept pestering him.

He forgot how he came to her, listened to her begging and crying, and then watched silently.

He didn't save her. She finally made up her mind. If he knocked over the basin at this moment, she would be in agony.

But what he didn't expect was that in the end she knocked over the basin herself, gave up on committing suicide, and sat on the ground soaked all over. She couldn't tell whether it was blood, water, or red bean paste.

…

["Suddenly, strong winds blew on the sea and huge waves rolled up. The waves, illuminated by the moonlight, surged towards the shore one after another..."]

…

She sat wet on the ground, not looking at him, but looking out the window.

"Moonlight Song" that no one was playing seemed to flow into her ears at this moment.

He didn't understand why she gave up. Maybe she left the door crack intentionally. If he cared about her and stopped playing the piano to go find her, her suicide would be stopped. If he doesn't go to her, it means she deserves to die.

The child came to care about her behavior - once again she willingly sent herself into a "cage".

If he didn't come, she would leave in peace and contentment. This is her last struggle in this world.

Su Mingan felt confused. Shouldn't he come? His concern seemed to push her into the whirlpool of pain again.

But her mother suddenly hugged Su Mingan and cried loudly with tears in her eyes, talking about her struggle and pain. Said: Because you are here, mom will not leave. Mom is sick and can't control herself, but she really loves you...

Su Mingan covered her heart. He felt as if a strange fire was rising in his chest. This fire began to resonate with the fire in my mother's chest, like the pain of blood that was difficult to cut off, causing both of them to suffer endless pain.

He could not forgive her domestic violence, but he had already understood her pain.

But at this moment, moonlight, moonlight.

The moonlight was flowing like snowy waves, rushing toward them one after another, like small boats rocking on the moonlit surface of Lake Lucerne in Switzerland...

This makes the paroxetine and citalopram on the table glow with a light yellow color, makes the blades rolling on the floor sparkle like water, and makes the photos of young women on the wall glow with a happy smile...

…

That night, he looked into his mother's eyes.

There was moonlight in her pupils.

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