The lost beauty

The night is very dark, with eyes open looking at the endless darkness, it's like a huge vortex sucking people's thinking into it, sinking little by little...

Wei Jin hugged that fluffy bear doll tightly, but she refused to fall asleep no matter what.

It has been several months since he was discharged from the hospital, and he went to bed very late almost every night. He listened to the movements around him, and he always waited until Mo Yufeng came home before slowly closing his eyes and falling asleep.

It's been so long tonight, and I haven't heard anything, Wei Jin feels particularly uneasy.

He didn't know how long such days would last, and he didn't know when he could call again: Dad.Every day when Mo Yufeng was at home, he timidly hid away, but his eyes could not help but secretly fall on him.

Finally, Weijin got up, and slowly moved her small body out of bed, still holding the baby bear in her hands.

Wei Jin didn't even wear shoes, and walked silently on the wooden floor. He pushed the door very carefully, and closed it, almost without making a sound.

When he reached the corner of the stairs, the light in the living room was suddenly turned on, Wei Jin was so frightened that he dodged and hid directly at the corner of the stairs.

Mo Yufeng opened the door and was still talking on the phone, while Wei Jin shrank in that corner, not daring to make a sound.

"Principal Xu, yes! I will send the child here tomorrow, and you will arrange the accommodation! Good! Good..."

……

Soon, Uncle Zhang came out, and Mo Yufeng also hung up the phone at this time.

"Sir, are you really going to send the young master away? The child is still so young!" Uncle Zhang's tone was full of pity.

"I've already made up my mind, you don't need to persuade me!" Mo Yufeng was obviously a little impatient.

……

Wei Jin didn't have the courage to listen to the words that followed, but suddenly burst into tears, the crystal clear tears fell on the little bear and disappeared in an instant.

He wiped his eyes vigorously, and then moved his body to slowly climb up the stairs, but accidentally bumped into a vase beside him, and the vase fell to the ground with a loud noise.

Mo Yufeng still found him, Wei Jin huddled there, hugging the fluffy toy, the ground was full of broken porcelain pieces, Wei Jin opened her big eyes, looking at Mo Yufeng in horror.

Mo Yufeng frowned, looked down at the anxious child in front of him, and had to admit that Wei Jin had inherited many of his mother's characteristics, such as fair skin, beautiful eyes, and a small mouth, making him very beautiful.

Mo Yufeng also carefully noticed that he was barefoot and wearing very thin clothes. It was such a cold day, and he didn't know how long the child had been here, so he immediately became a little angry.

He carried the child out of the corner, put it on the blanket at the stairs, and looked down at him condescendingly, "What are you doing here if you don't sleep so late?"

Weijin just hugged the little bear tightly and lowered her head without saying a word.

Mo Yufeng knew that Li Xiaowei bought this little bear for Weijin before his death, and after that Weijin would only sleep with it in his arms. Seeing Weijin like this, Mo Yufeng suddenly felt very sorry for his wife.

Annoyed, Mo Yufeng snatched the little bear from his hands, and asked again angrily: "I'm asking you something, who made you stay here? How long have you been here?"

Mo Yufeng remembers that Weijin would do the same in the past few years, waiting for him to come back in the living room at night without sleeping, and when he got home, Weijin would stumble and pounce on him, but during these days, Weijin almost hid everywhere Be on guard against him, let alone wait for him to come back in the living room at night.

Seeing that the little bear was taken away, Weijin's eyes immediately watered, looking very pitiful, but he still didn't speak.

Facing Weijin's silence, Mo Yufeng felt that his patience was about to run out, and he pulled him a little rudely, "What's wrong with you now? You can't even speak, can you? Are you dumb? I Tell you, if you don't speak again, I will beat you!"

Wei Jin stepped back in fear, trying to break free from Mo Yufeng's grasp.

Seeing that he didn't show any signs of speaking, Mo Yufeng was so angry that he pressed the child on his lap and pulled his loose pajama pants.

"Did you hear me?" Mo Yufeng put his hand on his butt threateningly.

Seeing that Mo Yufeng was angry and wanted to beat the child, Uncle Zhang was also anxious to stand aside, and hurriedly persuaded him: "Sir, the young master has been very good these days, he must be tired and doesn't want to talk, don't do it, it's so late... "

"Old Zhang, you go back to your room, I have a sense of propriety!" Mo Yufeng ordered Uncle Zhang directly with a cold face.

Uncle Zhang shook his head and left helplessly.

Mo Yufeng didn't talk nonsense with him, and raised his hand to pat Weijin behind him. Every time he patted Weijin's small body, he couldn't stop bouncing, but he still restrained himself from crying or shouting.

The child's skin was tender, and it turned dark red after a dozen slaps, and Wei Jin finally couldn't help crying.

Mo Yufeng also stopped, put on his pants and pulled him up, "Do you know it hurts? Do you still dare not talk? Huh?"

"I'll go!" Wei Jin finally spoke out sobbingly, her words were a little hoarse.

"What did you say?" Mo Yufeng frowned a little puzzled, "Did you overhear something?"

"I'll go!"

Listening to Weijin's words "I will go!", Mo Yufeng felt annoyed, and he asked angrily, "You go? You know where you are going and you go?"

"Anyway, I'll go!" Wei Jin suddenly snatched the bear from him for no reason, and then ran up the stairs.

"Okay! Don't come back after you leave!" Mo Yufeng blurted out. After he finished speaking, he paused when he saw Xiao Weijin's figure, then stopped suddenly, and then continued to walk up, walking with great difficulty.

Mo Yufeng thought that Weijin was still young, and he would soon forget what he said. He thought that Weijin knew it was just his own angry words... But, he later realized that some words were already hurt and could not be repaired. fact.

Back in the room, Wei Jin crawled onto the bed, and hid in the quilt, weeping softly.

Mo Yufeng's words just now filled his little head, and he finally didn't want himself anymore.

Early the next morning, Uncle Zhang and Aunt Zhang packed his luggage for him, and Wei Jin just sat there watching all this in silence without saying a word.

Aunt Zhang saw how uncomfortable he was like this, so she put on a smiling face to comfort him, "Sir, I just go to study, and I will go home after the holidays. Then Aunt Zhang will cook a lot of delicious food for you, okay?"

Wei Jin felt even more uncomfortable after hearing this. He didn't see Mo Yufeng when he got up today. Maybe he didn't want to see himself at all. He secretly decided that he would never come back to this family again, even if Mo Yufeng didn't give him money or study, even if he went to the orphanage to beg in the future, he would not come back to beg him.

However, time will always dilute that iron determination at that time little by little, and that kind of blood relationship will make Weijin miss this family more and more in the next few years... That feeling, Like an addictive drug, it tortures people's body and mind.

Weijin remembers that besides what Aunt Zhang packed for him back then, the only things he brought out were the plush doll and the photo with Mo Yufeng. took it.

Mo Yufeng finally came back, he hurried back from the company, he suddenly regretted it, he suddenly didn't want Wei Jin to leave.

When he just came back, he saw Wei Jin walking out of the house step by step with her schoolbag on her back, without looking back.

When Wei Jin looked up and saw Mo Yufeng, Mo Yufeng remembered that Wei Jin had a surprised expression, but he quickly recovered his composure.

Mo Yufeng suddenly felt very uncomfortable. He would rather Weijin could cry or make a fuss, but such an easy compromise showed more than the calmness that this age should have. In a flash, something disappeared.

Mo Yufeng approached him, then squatted down, it seemed that it was the first time he spoke to him so gently after that incident, "Weijin, do you want to go to that school?"

Being supported by Mo Yufeng's shoulders like this, Weijin's small body was still a little trembling, he hesitated for a while, and Mo Yufeng's firm words from last night came to his ears again.

"I'll go, thank you for willing to read to me!" His voice was very soft, but full of lethality.

Mo Yufeng gave up all of a sudden, he let go weakly, his face was a little slumped, "Okay, I'll take you there!"

Along the way, Weijin sat quietly in the back seat without saying a word, which made Mo Yufeng feel distressed.

"Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?" Mo Yufeng stopped the car on the side of the road and asked, pointing to the breakfast shop that he often took his son to.

In fact, Mo Yufeng was very contradictory at that time. On the one hand, he didn't want his son to become autistic;

Wei Jin didn't answer his question right away, but stared blankly at the breakfast restaurant, whispering something in her mouth, "Mom likes coffee and sandwiches best, brother likes soybean milk and pineapple buns best, Dad..."

Weijin suddenly stopped reciting silently, looked up at Mo Yufeng with fear, "I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry at all!"

Mo Yufeng heard Wei Jin's silent recitation, and for some reason, it seemed that something was tearing at his heart, and he asked hoarsely, "What do I like the most?"

Wei Jin was stunned for a moment before carefully replying, "You like milk and toast best."

"Wait, I'll buy you breakfast." After speaking, Mo Yufeng got out of the car.

No one noticed that the moment this strong man got out of the car, his hands were clenched tightly, and a tear unconsciously fell from the corner of his eye, which fell silently to the ground.

At this time, Wei Jin looked at Mo Yufeng's back and cried uncontrollably.

……

In this way, time flies, one year, two years, three years... Every time Mo Yufeng is on holiday, someone will pick up Weijin, but they are all kinds of cram schools, interest classes, even Olympiad, science and technology, etc. The excuse of the competition made Weijin stay in school. He never knew that Weijin had such a wide range of interests, but he couldn't stop the child's indifferent heart.

Chinese New Year is the most tormenting day every year. Others’ homes are full of joy and prosperity, but Mo Yufeng is alone at home, guarding the empty house.

He would always find time to sneak to Weijin's school to see the children, but two or three times Weijin went abroad to participate in competitions, and he returned disappointed.Once, Weijin spent New Years in the dormitory of foreign students. These foreign students stayed here during the Spring Festival. Seeing that Weijin had grown taller and stronger, chatting and laughing so happily with others, Mo Yufeng suddenly I feel that everything he has done is worthwhile, at least his child is still healthy, both physically and mentally.

Maybe it's been a long time, maybe the two of them are getting farther and farther away. Mo Yufeng wanted to see Weijin in person several times, but he was discouraged. He was afraid that the child would see his cautious look, and he was afraid that the child would "" You you you..." He was at a loss.He suddenly didn't have the courage to stand in front of the child, he didn't dare to face him.

Now, looking back on the past, Mo Yufeng is still very confused.

That day, he suddenly asked his son: "Jin'er, did you really not want to go home that much?"

Wei Jin just showed a shallow smile, but with a bit of bitterness, "I was really sad when I heard that you were going to send me away. I cried all the pillows that night, and I made up my mind the next day. Determined never to come back again, I want to forget you, forget this home... But in the end, I found that I can't do it at all, I still take out that photo from time to time to see your appearance, and suddenly want to cry, In the end, when you came to pick me up, I tried my best to appear calm, but in my heart I was very excited, very happy, an indescribable feeling."

After hearing this, Mo Yufeng stroked Weijin's shoulder guiltily, "I'm glad you didn't do it, otherwise Dad must be so regretful now that his intestines are green."

"Dad, it's all over! Let's not talk about it in the future, okay?" Wei Jin slowly moved her body, and then gave Mo Yufeng a gentle hug.

Mo Yufeng stretched out his arms and hugged his son tightly. He raised his head and tears welled up in his eyes. After a long time, he choked up and said, "Okay! Don't mention it, never mention it again!"