Her human skin had completely broken, and she also wanted to tear off her son’s skin.
So mom, are you trying to find someone like yourself after completely sinking down?
But whether it’s intense or not, Li Zhiyuan doesn’t know, because he could understand.
Because this is absolute rationality.
She proved with her own practice that all the struggles are useless and meaningless, so she wanted to save herself this process by this method.
But Li Zhiyuan was very confused, because she shouldn’t have sent herself back, she shouldn’t have sent herself back to Nantong.
Sometimes, it’s not about what others have said, but what she has done.
Continue to stay in Beijing, continue to attend the Youth Class, continue to study methodically, graduate methodically, and be assigned to a work unit methodically...
As long as everything is done methodically, she can become someone like her earlier.
She just needs to do nothing to turn herself into her, because, she fell ill earlier and more severely than her.
But she still sent herself back to her hometown, saying that she would never come back this lifetime.
Is it because here, is the last fantasy in your heart?
Is this your final protection and expectation towards me?
Do you think, the life here is why you fell ill later than your son and could still marry and have children, living a normal life?
Li Zhiyuan hugged his head with both hands, his expression painful: or is it all just my wishful thinking.
Run Sheng saw the boy’s body starting to rock back and forth, he seemed to want to fall into the water canal.
Indeed, Li Zhiyuan wanted to crash into it, jump into the canal, crying and splashing the water, he thought he should vent a bit at this moment.
But in the end, he stopped his body because he felt it was childish.
Li Zhiyuan turned his face to look at Run Sheng squatting beside him.
Run Sheng shuddered, immediately averted his gaze, he didn’t dare to look into those eyes.
Li Zhiyuan looked at the incense stick in Run Sheng’s hand, he reached out and gently held the burning tip.
The burning pain came quickly, but the boy’s face showed no expression.
Until reaching a critical point.
The boy finally let go of his hand, showing pain.
"It hurts so much..."
His voice turned into a plaintive child’s voice.
Run Sheng turned his head, he had just felt the incense in his hand tremble, and upon seeing the wound in Li Zhiyuan’s palm, immediately began to blame himself anxiously:
"I’m sorry, Xiao Yuan, it wasn’t intentional, I really didn’t mean it."
Run Sheng thought it was his fault for turning his head just now, accidentally burning the boy with the incense.
"It’s okay, Brother Runsheng, it was just me being curious and grabbed it."
Run Sheng was on the verge of tears, Xiao Yuan was still providing such a clumsy reason to spare him from self-blame.
He felt even more guilty, thinking how he had been distracted by Xiao Yuan’s frightening gaze just now.
Li Zhiyuan looked at the wound in his palm.
Has the illness worsened to the point of seeking self-harm?
Li Zhiyuan stood up and said, "Brother Runsheng, let’s go back."
"It’s okay, I’ll ask Aunt Liu for some ointment."
Walking home, the folks on the dam were still eating, probably deliberately slowing down the pace, waiting for him to return.
"Xiao Yuan, was it mom’s call?"
"Yes, it was, Grandmaster."
Li Zhiyuan sat down and while picking up chopsticks to eat, he narrated the conversation with his mom.
He acted very happy and joyous.
Like all normal children, there’s always a period when parents are their idols, always talking about "my dad" "my mom" and so on.
Li Sanjiang listened happily, interjecting from time to time, each time Li Zhiyuan responded, making Li Sanjiang even happier, incessantly tapping his bowl with chopsticks saying, "I knew it, I knew it, haha."
Aunt Liu was also very happy, her personality is inherently cheerful, and she was pleased to see the atmosphere at home lighten.
Even Yu Mei asked Li Zhiyuan a few questions.
She thought to herself, no matter how smart a child is, they can’t change their childish nature.
Run Sheng nibbled on incense while eating, looking at Li Zhiyuan’s behavior, he subconsciously thought that the silence on the way home earlier was just the child missing his mother.
He had no parents, only a grandfather, so seeing Li Zhiyuan incessantly narrating to everyone, his face gradually showed a longing expression:
So having a mom is such a happy thing.
Only Alii quietly put down her chopsticks.
She liked looking at the boy’s expressions, but the excited and joyful boy in front of her had no light in his eyes.
After dinner, Li Zhiyuan forcefully took Li Sanjiang to Zheng Datong to get some medicine.
Originally, getting a shot would have been more effective, but Li Sanjiang absolutely refused.
After returning, everything resumed as before.
Run Sheng sat in front of the TV, smoking a cigarette while watching.
Aunt Liu, having cleaned up the kitchen, was busy dyeing paper.
Alii was lulled by Li Zhiyuan to go to sleep with Grandma Liu.
Li Zhiyuan, in the backyard, diligently practiced the horse stance.
When he returned to the second floor, he saw Li Sanjiang pouring laundry detergent into his hand.
By the water tank, on the stone slab, was placed a basin of hot water with a towel hanging.
"I got congratulated again."
"Go away, stop nagging!"
Because the call from mom interrupted, Li Zhiyuan then realized that the issue with his Luck hadn’t been resolved yet.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t ask the Grandmaster directly because the Grandmaster himself didn’t understand.