Mr. Xu's Sunny Boy

Chapter 14 Please

The next afternoon, Ling Yang went to see his parents' tomb alone.

Light snow fell in the sky, and the fine and thin snow stuck to the glass of the taxi window, Ling Yang breathed on the glass, through the blurry glass, he suddenly began to miss his childhood.

Before he could think about it, the car stopped.

After getting out of the car, he wrapped the scarf around his neck, shivering slightly.He dare not go.

In Ling Yang's mind, if his attitude hadn't been so bad that day, his parents would not have bought that insignificant box of chocolates just to apologize to him.It was he who indirectly killed his parents, and he indirectly ruined this family.

He has no face to see them, he even has no face to see Xiaoyue.

In fact, they were not responsible for the accident, nor was the truck that hit them.It's just that a rich second generation in the city was drinking too much and racing with people in the outer ring. In order to avoid them, a big truck pulling steel materials slipped and collided with Ling's parents' car.

The rich second generation is said to have some relationship with the army, and seeing that someone was killed, he was already half sober from the wine.But if the emperor breaks the law, can he be guilty of the same crime as the common people?What's more, he didn't directly hit the Ling family's car.Just do it up and down and lose some money.

Of course, how could Ling Yang know this?

He pressed heavily on his temples, looking at the layers of tombstones in the distance, his legs went weak for a while.Looking at the tombstones one after another, the more you walk forward, the more sad and powerless you are.

Finally, Ling Yang was stunned in front of a marble joint burial tomb. The parents of the Ling family had a good relationship during their lifetime, and they also entered the same tomb after death.The blood on his face faded inch by inch.In front of the grave, his knee seemed to be hit by some heavy object, and he knelt on the ground with a "plop".

After a while, he kowtowed a few times.The strength was more and more ruthless, and the skin on the forehead was scratched.

"Dad... Mom... I was wrong... Come back..." Ling Yang put his head on the ground, and his voice leaked from his clenched lips.Mixed with the blood dripping from the bitten lower lip, "Dad... I was wrong... I won't bicker with you anymore... Come back..."

Ling Yang knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face, and wanted to touch the tombstone with both hands, but he had no strength at all.

His chest hurts badly, and there is nowhere to suppress the guilt inside, and there is nowhere to release it.

During this time, he was used to locking himself up alone.He has never cried in front of Xiaoyue, (except for the time at the police station) he has never vented his grievance and guilt over the accidental death of his parents in front of others.Because he keeps blaming himself.

Every time he wakes up from a dream in the middle of the night, he would lie on the bed and cry silently, biting the back of his hand. In so many dark nights, only a small night light accompanied him.

He knew that if he and Xiaoyue were wronged again in the future, no one could tolerate them unconditionally and never abandon their home.

"Dad... I'm sorry... I know you must be very surprised. You must be thinking, when you were young, such a sensible child suddenly quarreled with you..." Ling Yang's voice was choked, and tears flowed down Looking at his pretty cheeks, "I know you are very angry, I think you played hot pot... When will you stop being angry, how about we have a hot pot together as a family?"

"Dad, don't ignore me...You can hit me and scold me...I won't lose my temper with you anymore...Don't say that you are partial to Xiaoyue...Don't ignore me... " Ling Yang's words stopped suddenly, and he smiled wryly and said to the tombstone: "Mom, my father ignored me..."

The death of the Ling family's parents was both an accident and a man-made disaster.But the lost people will never come back anyway, even if they don't want to admit it, the reality is so cruel.

"Dad, my mother is tricky. You can stay with her. She is timid and delicate... She must be afraid to go down alone... My mother will leave it to you to protect. You don't have to worry about Xiaoyue, I will Take care of her..."

Ling Yang babbled and knelt in front of the tombstone until it was dark, and it was the uncle guarding the tomb who woke him up.When he stood up again, his legs were already numb from kneeling, he struggled to get up and walked out slowly.Looking at the winding path out of the cemetery, the moonlight sprinkled on the road, like salt.

......

When Ling Yang went back, Xu Zhidu was waiting for him at the door holding an umbrella.

Seeing that he finally came back, Xu Zhidu quickly walked over and used his umbrella to help him block the falling snowflakes: "Where did you go? Why did you come back?"

"I went to see my parents."

Ling Yang looked at Xu Zhidu, and suddenly showed him a pure smile like a child.

Xu Zhidu's heart was twisted by Ling Yang's smile, he understood that feeling, sad and helpless: "Your shoulders are wet, are you cold?"

...

Xu Zhidu turned on the warm wind to blow Ling Yang's hair, not knowing what to say.

Ling Yang raised his head and looked at Xu Zhidu's face. For a long time, he felt a stone in his heart was gently let go.He closed his eyes and fell asleep slowly.

Vaguely, he felt that something was wrong in his heart.

Xu Zhidu was startled suddenly, Ling Yang's face was icy cold, and he didn't feel the astonishing heat until his hands were pressed against his neck.

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