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Chapter 1302 Chapter 1299·"Moonlight Song"

The woman looked at him with a smile.

Hair tied into a bun, curved eyebrows, and mute eyes.

That's the look in his eyes.

Every time she ordered him to play the piano, she would look like this.

At this moment, Su Mingan seemed to have returned to countless nights of practicing "Moonlight Song"... jingle bells, jingle bells, and the grainy piano sound was like falling moonlight. When he raised his head out the window, he could see the moonlight hidden in the dark clouds. His palms were burning and he couldn't tell whether the keys were white or red.

When he was a child, he didn't understand why his parents kept arguing about the topic of "money". This word seemed to have countless magical powers. No matter how loving they are, they cannot escape this curse. "Money" is a sharp blade that can cut into pieces all the sworn love.

It wasn't until he saw his mother crying because of a bag of rotten vegetables, like a string suddenly breaking, that he vaguely realized something in his heart.

"...He will never come back at all. He will always only care about those guns, thieves and robbers." She sat among the rotten vegetable leaves and hugged him, her chest trembling uncontrollably:

"He is a great hero, and some people thank him, but what's the use of that? Can you get money? Can you make him care about your growth? If you don't go home all the time, what's the use of that little money?"

"Why do even the vendors in the vegetable market bully me... Obviously before I got married, I was a little girl and couldn't even touch water with my fingers. Now my hands are covered with frostbite..."

"Ming'an, Ming'an, you must not be like him in the future. No one will be grateful to a hero. Even if you are grateful, your efforts and sacrifices will never be returned... Don't talk nonsense about protecting everyone, even if you let him Others may be moved for months, lay flowers for you, and sing your praises, but it is your relatives who will suffer for the rest of their lives..."

"The most important thing is to survive. If you die, you will have nothing..."

His mother hugged him, her hot tears fell on him, and she murmured those unforgettable words. They were the truths she had realized through her own life, and they were the fruits of her grief.

At this moment, Su Mingan's mind was not that "saving others is wrong", but - "marriage is indeed a disaster."

If you are lucky, your life will be comfortable. It's bad luck. After marriage, problems that cannot be reconciled are discovered, leaving only trivial matters and pain that cannot be dug out for a lifetime.

So he pulled her sleeve and said softly: "It's over, Mom, don't go on."

Lin Wangan was born into a pianist family. Before marriage, he had a beautiful appearance, a well-groomed manner, and a clean slate. He was full of artistic cells and always had a gentle and happy expression. But for some reason, ever since he was born, her face has always been filled with sadness, and her heart has only been filled with the misery of life.

...Did he bring it?

...It was he who became her chain, trapping her here. She might have been happier if she'd left him behind.

He sincerely persuaded her to leave here, but the child's words had no effect. Any truth once it reaches a child's mouth becomes childish and laughable.

Then she suddenly became hysterical, as if she was angered by his words, and slapped him:

"Children, every family actually persuades their parents to divorce!"

"White-eyed wolf! What a white-eyed wolf! You should interrupt in this kind of thing? You are a little brat, what do you know? Who taught you to say this? Have you read some bad things on the Internet again!? It's the game that's to blame Bar!"

He doesn't understand.

All he knew was that she was unhappy at home. He wants her to be happy. He didn't see any happiness in this marriage, only a resentful person who cried all day long.

But the burning pain on his cheek reminded him that he had said the wrong thing. The only condition for children to judge whether their ideas are correct is whether adults hit them.

He was beaten, so he was wrong.

But he still wanted to "save" her out of the quagmire. Although she said, saving people is not the right thing to do.

But before he spoke, he saw her stand up, walk to the computer desk, and smash the keyboard with anger on her face.

"Wow——"

The keycap fell to the ground, like a black-gray snow. Cracking, like sharp thorns, hitting his heart, his whole body trembled.

"It's all caused by things on the Internet! You must have met some unclean people, and they taught you to say such things..." She pointed the finger at people outside the family: "You are not allowed to go online in the future, and let me listen to it again. If you say this, I will beat you to death..."

At this moment, looking at the woman with disheveled hair, Su Mingan covered her painful cheek and looked at the photo hanging on the wall - that was a photo of Lin Wangan when he was young.

In the photo, she has a ponytail, long eyebrows, fair and rosy cheeks, beautiful lipstick on her lips, wearing an exquisite chiffon dress, and carrying a small designer bag. She looked at the vast sea, walking on the golden beach towards the waves. The night was drooping, and the sky was filled with stars. The light captured in her eyes at that moment seemed to be included in the sea of ​​countless stars. She has traveled far and wide, to far and wide places, just to capture the romantic inspiration of musical notes.

That day, she must have seen herself playing on the world stage.

But now, he only saw her crying day and night, and the furthest distance was only the vegetable market.

The fire in her eyes was extinguished.

But a new fire burned in her chest. Su Ming'an recognized it and the teacher had taught him that the name of the fire was "love".

It turns out that she would rather stay in a cocoon because of "love".

She gave up her ideal of the stars and the sea, trapped herself in the vegetable market and the kitchen, and only stared at his gradually growing height.

Su Mingan couldn't judge whether this was right or wrong. Maybe everyone had different choices, but she used to be so free, and she was not a vassal of anyone... This made him gradually begin to fear the word "love".

——What is love?

Is it a brainwashing agent? Or a poison? Let a person be trapped in a small world, willing to not go out, crying day and night?

It also makes a person a great hero, ignoring his wife and children, always bravely devoting himself to the front line of protecting the people, and not regretting that he might die heroically?

——But aren't the "love" of the former and the "love" of the latter the same thing? Why do they lead to completely opposite results?

——Why does the "love" of the former hinder the "love" of the latter?

——Why does the "love" of the latter make the "love" of the former sharp and painful?

The young child was confused. He asked Uncle Zhao, the girl next door, and the teacher. They all gave different answers, but none of them answered his doubts.

Until the day when he was eight years old, Su Mingan finally got the answer to this question——

That day, Lin Wangan smiled, contrary to her usual behavior. Even if he played a few wrong notes, she did not hit his hand with the dented wooden stick.

"Why is mom so happy today?" he asked, looking up.

"Because something very happy will happen today!" She seemed to have become a young girl again, with a similar expectation on her face as in the photo. There was something shining in her eyes, and Su Mingan guessed that it was the sea of ​​stars she had long lost.

He quietly glanced at the calendar. His father was on duty today, so it was impossible for him to go home and surprise her. Today was not the wedding anniversary, and even if it was the wedding anniversary, it would be difficult for his father to come back. So why was mom so happy?

He smelled the aroma of red bean paste. Today, mom cooked red bean porridge, put it in a bowl on the table, stirred it, and a sticky and sweet aroma came out.

"You continue to practice, I'll go cook." Mom said this and left the room with a smile on her face.

Su Mingan continued to practice the piano. This kind of practice should last at least three hours every day.

"Ding Dong-Ding Dong-"

The wall clock ticked, ticked. The "Moonlight Sonata" under his palm was beating with grainy music, and his heart was gradually filled with curiosity... Mom hasn't been so happy for a long time. He wanted to know why, he wanted to know why.

If he knew the reason why she was happy, even if she didn't want to leave here, he could usually create this kind of happiness to make her feel better.

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["Like a boat swaying on the moonlit surface of Lake Lucerne in Switzerland...\