Chapter 6 Li Wei 02
Leng Zimo was vomiting, squatting on the side of the road and vomiting very violently.
I stood there stupidly, watching the clean-looking boy holding his stomach and vomiting with tears in his eyes.
Inadvertently, a trace of heartache passed through my chest.
The Leng Zimo I know is cold, arrogant, resolute, and responsible. He makes people feel reliable at all times, as if there is nothing that cannot be solved with him around.
It makes me feel safe to have him around.
But now, he looked hurt, helpless, confused, and in pain, crying like a child.
"Leng Zimo, are you okay? Don't cry, wipe it!" I covered my aching chest, squatted beside Leng Zimo, handed her a pack of tissues, and spoke softly.
Leng Zimo looked up at me, his eyes were red and tears were still falling, but he didn't look away and let me wipe them for him.
The next second, I felt a cold touch on my face. Leng Zimo's hand suddenly reached out to my face and stroked the finger marks on my face.
"It's so dirty!" he said in a hoarse voice, his eyes shining from crying.
My face was a little hurt by his rubbing. I made up my mind and wiped Leng Zimo's mouth vigorously, saying angrily: "It's not as dirty as you!"
Leng Zimo's eyes dimmed instantly, the hand that was resting on my face suddenly dropped, and he turned his head away with an unsightly look on his face.
"Yes, I am dirty! The man just now was my father. His blood flows in my body, so I am dirty too. I never knew he was that kind of person. I always thought my parents divorced because of their incompatibility. I always thought my father was a good person. I never knew I was so dirty."
I felt like I was slapped in the face and couldn't react.
Leng Zimo once told me that his parents divorced when he was very young and they later each started their own family.
Leng Zimo's father turned out to be the fat man, who is also the father that Leng Yuting is following now.
Leng Zimo didn't expect that the fat man would be that kind of person, so after hearing what happened from me, she was so shocked and vomited so painfully.
The reason why that fat guy suddenly stopped suing me was simply because of Leng Zimo.
No matter how bad a father is, he certainly doesn't want his children to see him in such a ridiculous state.
But it’s really hard for me to accept why such a disgusting man would have a son like Leng Zimo who seems so clean.
Leng Zimo kept saying that she was dirty.
He stood up from the ground, pushed my hand away, and staggered forward.
I stood there, looking at his thin back, unable to suppress the pain in my chest, and finally took a step forward to catch up with him.
Impulse is the devil.
I became a devil and hugged tightly the angel who accidentally lost himself in the world.
Leng Zimo finally stopped, her body stiffened, and she turned her back to me, allowing me to hold her.
My hands felt cold and Leng Zimo was still crying.
"Leng Zimo, whether a person is dirty or not is not determined by the body, but by the soul. Even if you have that person's blood flowing in your body and you are that person's son, your soul is independent and belongs to no one but yourself. It will not become dirty because of anyone." I put my face against Leng Zimo's back and said quietly.
Leng Zimo's hoarse voice sounded: "Even so, it still can't change the fact that I have the same blood as that man. I was born by him, and I may have inherited all his shortcomings, you know? He was not like this before. My mother said that before they got married, that man was as bright and clear as the stars in the sky, and as clean and handsome as the moonlight. Now, he is full of worldliness and has done such disgusting things. He has changed. People will change. Maybe in a few years or decades, the blood lurking in my body will riot, and I may become the same as him, or even worse than him. Thinking of this, I feel uncomfortable in my stomach. I don't want to become so dirty! But I'm afraid, I'm afraid that I will change in the future! No one can predict the future, right?"
"Yes! No one can predict the future. If it is impossible to predict, why worry about it? It is not the blood that changes a person, but his heart. If his heart wants to be dirty, even if he has clean blood flowing in his body, he will still become bad. Whether a person is bad or not has nothing to do with blood. For example, do you think I am dirty? Tell the truth, do you think I want to vomit?"
As I spoke, I asked Leng Zimo to turn around, stared closely at the face that was crying like a child, and asked seriously.
Leng Zimo looked at me, took a breath, wiped her tears carelessly, and muttered: "It's not dirty. Although you are always in a mess every time I meet you, I don't feel as disgusted as I do now."
"That's terrible! Because I'm not dirty. But according to what you said, I'm the same as you. You don't know my mother, do you? My mother is the same as your father. She used to be a well-mannered and noble lady. But after she was abandoned, she became a woman who drank every day. These are all dirty in your eyes, right? In fact, in my eyes, too. I think she is very unbearable. I hate her because she doesn't cherish herself, but I don't hate her blood flowing in my body. Parents can only give you life, but your life depends on yourself. In fact, you are suffering from mental cleanliness. You are too strict with yourself and are unwilling to accept any flaws."
Leng Zimo stood there blankly, looking at me in shock.
After a long while, Leng Zimo said to me in a hoarse voice: "When you say this, your face seems to glow."
I rolled my eyes at him, held my head high, and answered without any modesty: "It's not my face that shines, it's my soul."
As soon as he finished speaking, Lengzi hit him on the forehead.
He said, "You are quite capable of being poor."
I covered my forehead and cried out in pain, and the pain in my head, which had already been swollen, became even more unbearable.
I held Leng Zimo's hand and looked at him seriously: "Leng Zimo, don't worry about it. He is not your father now. You were only two years old when he left. Your impression of him will always remain in your mother's memory and your own imagination. He should have visited you in the past ten years, otherwise you would not recognize him. But ask yourself, is he in your family? You already have a new family. Your current father should love you very much. He must be a very good man to make you such a responsible boy. So, don't worry about the past anymore, don't be sad for some unworthy people, live happier!"
Leng Zimo finally smiled.
Then, his smile faded away in my gradually blurring vision.
I seemed to hear Leng Zimo calling me anxiously.
"Aiye, what's wrong with you?"
"Ai Ye, wake up!"
"Ai Ye, don't scare me!"
It’s not that I don’t want to open my eyes, it’s just that my head really hurts. Is it because of the river breeze or because of my illness? I don’t know…
I just couldn't wake up because of the pain.
But I have to wake up because I can't go to the hospital and let others know that the strong Ai Ye is actually so fragile that it will soon disappear.
I am just a tiny leaf floating in this world. When I can't fly anymore, I should lie quietly under a tree and turn into spring mud, ending everything silently. I shouldn't let others be sad and upset for me.
