In the end, we all cried

167 Chapter 170 Despair

Carefully put down the cactus, and then looked around.Suddenly, I found this pictorial carefully covered in the corner, and Lu Yu and I exchanged glances, and then he went to remove the white cloth that was covering it.

However, the moment I opened it, it shocked me all of a sudden.And it's not just me, Lu Yu also can't believe it.

On the drawing board is a woman in a light yellow dress, with delicate eyebrows and gentle eyes, looking forward with a smile.The demeanor and expression are even more real, which is enough to show the painter's concentration and emotional investment.

The woman in the painting is Cheng Shan, my mother.

I walked over with extremely heavy steps, and then stroked gently with my hands.Her eyes, her nose, her mouth, everything about her.It was still the same as in memory, and the smile was still as comfortable as the spring breeze blowing on the face, but everything lost the temperature.

Mom, after more than ten years, I finally saw you again...

Touching the portrait over and over again, my heart throbbed like being pricked by a needle.I gently buried my face on the portrait, but Lu Yu pulled me up all of a sudden.

"Remember what we're here for!"

I looked up at the dark night sky in the distance, then got up and said to Lu Yu, "Let's look for it separately."

Lu Yu looked at me and nodded worriedly, then we looked around and looked at everything in the study.Not a single corner was spared.

I used my memory to search for the corner where Lu Yu might store it, even the inside of the illustration vase.The trash can was full of papers, I took them out and opened them one by one, and found some things, some papers contained some information, while some papers were full of "sorry".

Black and white is especially obvious.

And what exactly does that mean?Just when I was a little confused, Lu Yu's voice suddenly came from beside the bookshelf, "Shanshan, come and see what this is."

I walked over in response, only to find that Lu Yu was holding a small box in his hand, a little old but clean.The box was not locked, and he opened it with a gentle pull.

But what came into view were several sealed envelopes, each of which had some traces of time, some were yellowed, and some were worn.And it seems that the owner should open it often.

Lu Yu and I sat on the sofa and opened it carefully. Under the dim light, it was illuminated by beautiful characters, signed by Cheng Shan.

This study room is full of mother's traces, vases, picture scrolls, favorite perfume, a series of sorry, and letter paper.There is a kind of speculation spreading wantonly in my heart, but I can't believe it.

I read the letters with some trembling all over, and every word in the letters was words of despair.Every sentence shocked me, especially the sentence "I'm dead, will Shanshan feel better?"

Big drops of tears fell on the letter paper, Lu Yu stopped me by the shoulder, I buried my face in his chest and wept, from being silent at the beginning to crying loudly at the end.

The quiet study room was filled with my cries. I never thought that my mother would have such an idea. She thought it was my despair.

Mom, do you know that my life changed after you left!Your departure is the beginning of my dark life, Mom!I miss you so much!
I grabbed the corner of Lu Yu's clothes with both hands and cried loudly, "Mom!"

Lu Yu stroked my hair distressedly, then patted my back slowly, and said softly, "There is still me, and there is still me..."

(End of this chapter)