It turns out that it's all fake......

Such a beautiful child, his eyes oozed hot tears, it was not sadness, but despair, and he thought for many years to come, no matter how big the reason, they should not be so indifferent.

In that case, why did you give birth to him in the first place?

The little man sat by the clear river, crying quietly, quietly looking at the splash of the water that was swept up by the torrent, and the iron box that was getting farther and farther away.

Looking up at the clear blue sky, the tears on his face had already dried, but he didn't want to leave, he just wanted to sit still, he didn't want to go back and see them......

Is that really your own parents?

It's ridiculous......

Later, when the dark night came, when the grandmother who loved him called out to him, her tear-stained black eyes suddenly opened and she got up......

"Silly boy, where did you go, let grandma find this meal!" hugged the sluggish beautiful boy, and the grandmother cried, her heart ached.

Mo Zixuan will never forget the choked voice of his grandmother at that time, the trembling of his body, and the smell of laundry detergent on his body that made people feel very warm.

It's cheap, but it's very comfortable.

Back at home, as expected, the glamorous couple had already left, and there was still a pile of red banknotes on the table, Mo Zixuan's young age, sneered, and turned to bed.

He wanted to throw the bills in the trash, but he knew he couldn't......

Grandma wants to live on this money, and rely on that money to pay for her own schooling, why not?

That's what they deserve!

However, the slightly slender white little hand covered his heart, why did he think very clearly, but his heart still hurt very much.

After that day, the kind Grandma Wen found that his little grandson became more reticent, sometimes he didn't know what he was thinking, he ate mechanically, went to school mechanically, and became indifferent to anything.

A month ago, when I talked to him, he would answer, although there were few words, but Grandma Wen could feel the presence of her grandson.

However, one day, when her beloved little grandson was carried back by the village teacher, she realized that she had delayed the child's condition.

Doctors said he had severe autism, a condition that is difficult to cure.

But what should she do? What can be done?

She had never touched the money sent by her children in the cabinet, but how could that pile of money save her child's life?

What is the use of all this money?

Grandma Wen is an old man, thanks to the care of her neighbors on weekdays, and now, her grandson is sick and completely helpless.

She hurriedly called Mo Zixuan's so-called biological parents on the other side of the ocean, but when she told them about the child's condition, the other side was silent.

Grandma Wen begged and cried, but the answer to her was just the other side of the conversation, "I can't go back." "How busy are you that you can't go back?

The old man cried for a long time and finally hung up the phone.

What does it matter? Their grandchildren will take care of themselves, and in the future, it may have nothing to do with them.

"Lao Li, help me find a doctor!" Grandma Wen staggered and trembled to the health center, watching her grandson shed tears.

The old man's hand stroked the long eyelashes on Mo Zixuan's hollow eyes, and the old man said with a crying voice, "Don't be afraid, grandma will cure you no matter what." ”

In fact, money is not without money for them, but until Grandma Wen helped Mo Zixuan transfer to the city and spent all her savings, the child still did not improve.

The doctor said that Mo Zixuan, a beautiful boy, was finished, and no one could help him.

However, Grandma Wen does not believe in evil, she brought her grandson home, and took care of her every day, she looked at the beautiful and delicate but increasingly thin face, and often secretly wiped her tears.

Child, is it really incurable?

Grandma Wen was busy with her work and took care of her grandson gently, and the serious illness almost exhausted everyone's patience.

Grandma Wen finally couldn't stand it anymore, she fell ill, one big and one small, lying on the bed, the old man covered with a thick quilt, breathing with difficulty.

The handsome young man leaned against him, his eyes empty.

For a moment, Grandma Wen was thinking about dying and leaving with her little grandson, but when she saw Mo Zixuan's beautiful little face, she was reluctant.

How can such a good-looking child die so sadly?

He's so young, and his life has just begun.

How great is the power of love.

In the spring of the next year, the old man's body was sharp, and she still took care of her grandson every day.

However, Grandma Wen is very happy, at least he is still alive, and her grandson is still reluctant to leave her.

I thought that the days would pass like this, Grandma Wen thought, even if she couldn't wake him up, but, at least, she would stay with him until her limbs couldn't move.

A few years later, one day when Mo Zixuan was thirteen years old, Grandma Wen accidentally fell to the ground while holding a rice bowl, and the piercing sound of the bowl disturbed the teenager in the other world.

Maybe it's telepathy, and the empty gaze slowly has a glimmer of light, even if it's not deep, but it's slowly getting better......

Grandma Wen was lying on the ground and moving with difficulty, she wanted to call someone, but the strength in her body was lost little by little, and when she reached the door, she fainted.

For a moment of confusion, she seemed to see a familiar figure, the scrawny child walking around with difficulty, he was walking towards this direction......

Later, when Grandma Wen woke up again, many people surrounded her and told her that she might not be so tired in the future.

Grandma Wen was puzzled, looked sideways, and saw the good-looking child squatting on the ground, holding a small pu fan in his hand, flashing the medicine pot in front of him one by one.

Her grandson came to his senses......

The beautiful boy is back, but occasionally, there is no clarity in his moist black eyes, and there is only a faint melancholy or helplessness.

Poor him, he will never forgive, at that time, the so-called nominal parents who hurt him.

When his grandmother, who loved him, died, he knew that the person who loved him in the world had gone, and in this world, no one could really be good to him.

Later, he went to that city, the famous imperial capital of the whole country, the place that everyone dreamed of, but he didn't like it, and his heart became even colder.

Until he met that Xiang Qing, that stupid girl, she liked him, he could see it, but he couldn't believe everyone, how could he dare to accept it easily.

If his parents hurt him fiercely in terms of family affection, making him unwilling to trust anyone anymore, then Mo Xiao's incident undoubtedly caused even more harm to him.

Love, but that's it.

Later, he learned that he just didn't meet the right person, that stupid and cute girl, if he had met earlier, would it be different?

Sadly, there is no if in the world, Xiang Qing will not appear in his most painful years, he survived that winter silently alone.

But he also felt that he was lucky, Xiang Qing, such a good Xiang Qing appeared and saved him, and he found that his heart quietly melted into that lovely girl.

Happiness came very suddenly, and he happily accepted it, although there was a struggle in the middle, in the end, the ending was good.

But, Mo Xiao, why did you show up again?

Her appearance completely shattered Mo Zixuan's dream.

…… Dividing line ......

After the long story was told, Mo Zixuan's aunt had tears in her eyes, the Spa in her hand was already soaked, and Xiang Qing on the opposite side was even more tearful.

She just felt that Mo Zixuan's body had a melancholy temperament, but she didn't expect that that temperament was caused by that unhealable wound.

Why would such a good-looking man be so hard? Xiang Qing always thought that her life was very bitter, but now, she knew that compared to Mo Zixuan, the hardship she received was nothing at all.

At least, her parents gave her love, and at that time, her father would hold her, walk the streets, and show off her white and chubby girl.

Although her mother didn't care about herself, but, at least, every time she came back, she would buy her a bunch of good things, although at that time, the pencil eraser she bought was no longer used by herself.

That's a proof that, at least, my father and mother have loved me.

However, Mo Zixuan, who was born in a foreign country, was immediately sent back to China and sent to a poor grandmother's house.

Because she doesn't agree with Mo Zixuan's grandfather's way of doing things, Grandma Wen has returned to her hometown, and her life has been very poor, how can she take care of the young Mo Zixuan.

Mo Zixuan's childhood must have been very hard.

"Xiang Qing, I am convinced that for Zixuan, you are his hope, so I beg you, don't give up on him."

"Yes." With tears in his eyes, Xiang Qing nodded firmly.

How could he give up on him? Not only Mo Zixuan, for Xiang Qing, Mo Zixuan is not the driving force for his life?

All he had, she thought now, she felt the same way.

A few minutes later, when Xiang Qing opened the bedroom door again, the man on the bed was still facing away from her, maintaining the state he was in when he left, and it seemed that he really didn't move much.

Xiang Qing cautiously approached, looked at his emaciated, obviously malnourished back, and secretly wiped his tears.

He thought he was asleep, but when he looked sideways, the man's eyes were open, but he still didn't have any look, as if he was a walking corpse.

He didn't say anything, just obediently immersed in his own world.

The little hand stroked the man's slightly cool side face, looked at his handsome but emaciated cheeks, and wiped away his tears, "Mo Zixuan, what are you thinking?" ”