Wang Qiurong can't forget that it was his hands full of sin that killed the remaining breath of his son. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info she stroked the tomb full of flowers, as if she saw her son smiling at her in the tomb, she murmured silently in her heart: "Child, you have to wait for your mother." ”

Wang Qiurong woke up from nightmares many times, and he used to groping around him, which was where his son slept. In the nightmare, her son's innocent eyes have been watching her so silently. She wanted to soothe the sadness on her son's face, but she couldn't touch his cheek.

In Wang Qiurong's memory, whenever it rains, she works outside or sweeps up garbage. The son would hold up the wooden-handled umbrella that was taller than him and appear beside her silently.

Wang Qiurong did not regard his son's death as leaving. She feels that her son is still by her side all the time, accompanying her through the dull and boring days.

Wang Qiurong remembered that his son went out alone, and he went to make soy sauce. She was busy with housework at home, leaned on the door and waited for a long time without seeing her son come home, and finally saw her benefactor Qiu Leiyu, carrying a sack on her shoulder.

Qiu Leiyu can only appear in Wang Qiurong's sight three times a year at most, but this year, after Qiu Leiyu has been appearing, he has not left. What he was carrying was nothing more than some household items, Wang Qiurong thought alone, a pair of lame steps forward, and he couldn't reach out to hold the sack handed to him.

"Your son, a madman strangled him to death. Bury it to the rabbit slope, where the four seasons are like spring, a good place. Qiu Leiyu said expressionlessly. It seems to be talking about a trivial matter, not a major matter related to human life. His words were neither light nor heavy, but they were like knives, piercing Wang Qiurong's heart with a knife.

Wang Qiurong was stunned, thinking that there was a problem with his hearing, and this broken sack contained his son? She crouched down in disbelief and pulled open the sack to see.

Wang Qiurong looked in astonishment at his son's gray-brown face under the burlap bag, with two bruises on his neck, and his cervical vertebrae as if broken, looking so powerless and helpless, and even unable to support the weight of his head.

"God, kill me! My hard-working child whined......" Wang Qiurong let out a cry of grief, her heart was torn and painful, and rolling tears covered her vision. She stretched out her slender fingers, caressed them, and kissed the child's little body, which was gradually cold. I hope to use my mother's love to wake up the child......

"Isn't it nice to cry what to cry about? He is also suffering in life, and epilepsy cannot be cured. Let him leave the world of bitterness happily and go to Elysium to enjoy happiness! Qiu Leiyu still said expressionlessly. From the cold light of his eyes, there was a terrifying, but impossible to see evil touch.

Under Qiu Leiyu's instigation and arrangement, Wang Qiurong personally carried the child on his back and limped to the highest point behind the house, Rabbit Slope.

Rabbit Slope is indeed a good place, with flowers and grass, and beautiful scenery. Standing on the Rabbit Slope can overlook the panoramic view of the entire Lotus Town, and there is a high-voltage power line not far from the Lotus Town, which crosses the Rabbit Slope. If it weren't for the high-voltage lines, it would have been a good place to be recreational.

A deep pit was formed unconsciously, Wang Qiurong hugged the child, and didn't want to let go of his hand for a long time. Qiu Leiyu had left, leaving her alone to look up at the haze of color.

"Son! Don't hold a grudge against your mother, she will come to you soon. Wang Qiurong burst into tears, and reluctantly put his lips on the child's forehead and kissed them.

The child seemed to feel the temperature of love in his mother's arms, his soft little body was paralyzed on the ground, but his fingers trembled slightly under Wang Qiurong's movement.

This slight tremor shook Wang Qiurong, she looked at the child who came back to life with ecstasy, and asked in a loud voice: "Child, are you okay child?" ”

The child opened his eyes weakly, and glanced at his mother with a scattered pupil, and a bright tear rolled down the corner of his eye. The wings of his nose throbbed and he breathed......

"Mom...... Mother...... I...... Uncomfortable, you ...... Give me a ride! Wang Qiurong looked sadly, the child no longer had the strength to twist his neck, his head hung weakly on the crook of Wang Qiurong's arm, his lips were purple, and every word was very difficult. A terrible prediction, compulsively born in her mind, she knew that the child was powerless.

"Son! God, take me and the baby with you! Please! Just as Wang Qiurong shouted these words, a flash of lightning suddenly broke in the sky, and heavy rain poured down without warning.

The child was still suffering from that reluctant breath, and the torrential rain soaked Wang Qiurong and the child in his arms. She looked at the child's painful appearance, slowly reached out to the neck that held the lifeline, twisted her head and pinched it hard.

"Son, go ahead! If you have a miracle, go to the people who have laughed at you and bullied you, so that they will not die a good death. As Wang Qiurong spoke, a bolt of lightning shone on her white face, and the appearance of her mother and brother appeared in her mind.

Wang Qiurong and his son are in the rain, linking the precious maternal love, and the information in the mother's mind is like an electric transmission to the pupil, and then the pupil transmits the information into the little body, which is no longer alive, and then into his brain memory that has not yet dispersed.

The child remembers the mother's words: revenge!

The child kept a heartbreaking smile on his mother's face, and he wanted to tell his mother that he was finally relieved of his pain and left this nostalgic but tormented world.

The heavy rain was still falling, Wang Qiurong was soaked, and the rain was dripping down his trousers. She dragged the child into the bottom of the dug pit like she was demented, straightened out his messy clothes, and raised her head to let the countless raindrops carry the coolness, piercing her pupils like a sword.

A child's life is given by the mother and ended by the mother. It's just that the evil force obscures the truth of the facts. She cried, lying on the child's little body, which was gradually cold and wet, and cried so that the heavens and the earth were moved, and she cried with compassion for all things......

Not far from the Rabbit Slope, a pair of evil eyes stared directly at Wang Qiurong, who was kneeling on the ground. When he saw that the child had been buried, the corners of his mouth drew a smirk that was uglier than a ghost.

After a year, Wang Qiurong didn't want to ask about her mother's affairs, and someone brought a letter to her and said that there was an accident at home, and her heart was completely numb. Children are her everything, even if they are not alive, she has to stay with them.

When Wang Qiurong came to Rabbit Slope again, the environment here was even more beautiful than before. The son's tomb was covered with flowers, and when she remembered the scene of the child giving an umbrella in the rain, her eyes fell into a blur again, and the clusters of blue, golden, and white were all the shadows of the child. Once upon a time, the child would always appear in her dreams on time, rubbing her shoulders and massaging, always bringing a touch of cold breath and taking away a trace of warm maternal love.

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