When Gu Qinghan was twenty-four years old, he lost the boy he had raised.
Shen Yan was eighteen years old. One night he drank too much and pushed him into the sofa. When he woke up the next morning, the first thing Gu Qinghan did was to cover him with a quilt, and the second thing was to leave the room.
He thought that if he avoided it, he would be able to return to his original position. Brother, family member, elder brother, any identity is acceptable, as long as Shen Yan is still the boy who knocks on the door when he has a stomachache in the middle of the night.
But his body betrayed him first.
He was still socializing that day when he suffered a pain in his lower abdomen. He was holding a glass of wine and listening to his partners talk about the plans for the next quarter. His shirt was soaked in cold sweat. Lin Yue sent him to the hospital. The doctor handed him the B-ultrasound sheet, pointed to the blurry image on it and said: It's been more than two months, and his development is normal.
He sat in the consulting room, clutching the sheet, his fingertips turning white.
When Shen Yan rushed to the hospital with red eyes, he had just swallowed the words "acute gastritis" in his stomach. The boy squatted beside the bed, put his palm against his lower abdomen and asked if it hurt. He tilted his head and said it was okay. Outside the curtain, a copy of the B-ultrasound sheet was still stuffed into Lin Yue's hand, and the edges of the paper were soft with sweat.
Some lies are destined to be covered with countless lies the moment they are spoken. Some thoughts, the deeper they are hidden, the more they grow in the flesh and blood.
Later, Shen Yan found out that Gu Qinghan had never seen him like that.
"Do you want this child?" Shen Yan's voice was hoarse. "If you don't want it, I'll leave. If you want it, I'll stay and never leave again."
Gu Qinghan looked at the young man he had raised by himself, and suddenly felt that fate was playing a ridiculous joke on him. He hid from Shen Yan for two months until he had an extra heartbeat in his body. He thought it was absurd, a mistake, and drunken sex. But when this young man stood in front of him and said, "If you don't want me to leave," he realized that there was never a day when he didn't want to keep him.
The little life in my belly is growing up day by day, but the knife chasing me from behind is getting closer and closer. On the day of the car accident, Shen Yan held him tightly in her arms and absorbed the entire impact with her back. As the ambulance siren honked, he listened to the person in his arms breathing gradually weakened, and there was only one thought in his mind: How would he survive alone if Shen Yan died.
But some words can only be said when you are on the verge of life and death.
A story about "I raised you, but you want to be the father of my child." At the end of the year, he developed a habit and ran with the ball - oh no, he didn't make it, he was chased to the bedroom door.
Motto: Life is precious