Quick Transmigration: After Fake Death, All the Protagonists I Flirted With Went Crazy

Chapter 142 The Scorching Sun (41 pages)

He went to bed late last night and woke up early today. When he was all alone in the apartment, he felt it was especially empty.

Feeling sleepy, Gu Yao decided to take a nap.

I have to go to class in the afternoon, and after class I have to go to the hospital to see my mother.

Gu Yao yawned and curled up in bed for a nap.

From now on, it will be a full two years. In this year, we need to pry the truth about what happened back then out of Gu's mother.

That means I can't have dinner with Qi Xuan that night.

As he thought about it, Gu Yao's consciousness sank into darkness.

After finishing my afternoon classes, on my way from school to the hospital, the setting sun in the distance dyed the clouds a desolate red, but it was already dissipating. The layers of clouds were swallowed by the actual darkness, eventually becoming a dark expanse.

It was suffocating and oppressive.

Gu Yao watched the sunset gradually fade away until it completely disappeared before turning his gaze away.

When they arrived at the hospital ward, the nurse was changing Gu's mother's dressing.

Originally lying in bed feeling somewhat unwell, Gu's mother's eyes lit up with intense joy the moment she saw Gu Yao, and a smile unconsciously appeared on her face. She couldn't help but sit up straight.

Looking at her child, who had grown into a grown adult, she, as a mother, felt particularly helpless.

After all, since Gu Xi left, Gu Yao seemed to have grown up overnight and never caused her any worry again.

Even when his family fell on hard times, he shouldered the burden alone and never complained of being tired.

Now, even with her as a burden, I'm doing my best to take care of her.

"Yao Yao has arrived."

Gu Yao placed the fruit basket on the table and gave a nonchalant reply.

Having not had a heart-to-heart talk for many years, Gu Yao didn't know how to start a conversation with his mother.

We can only remain silent.

Looking at the boy's indifferent profile, Gu's mother sighed softly.

Gu Yao sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes lowered as he peeled an apple for his mother.

Looking at the apple handed to her, Gu's mother smiled again. She took the apple from the boy's hand, but complained, "You don't need to bring it next time. I can't eat that much."

Gu Yao wiped his hands and nodded.

There was another silent exchange between them.

Gu Yao realized that this wouldn't work, so he looked up at his mother and reached out to get a pillow to cushion her.

"How is your health lately?"

Hearing Gu Yao's words of concern, Gu's mother's eyes welled up with tears. She held her child's hand and said, "It's alright, everything's been fine lately."

The smile on her face hadn't lasted long when she caught a glimpse of the varying depths of marks on the boy's collar.

She wasn't some naive girl; she naturally knew what those marks were.

Without making a sound, Gu's mother withdrew her gaze and tightened her grip on the apple.

Gu Yao sat back down on the edge of the bed. Gu's mother looked at the boy, whose face was normal, and looked up at him. She spoke tentatively, "Yao Yao, Xiao Xi, no, Qi Xuan, I didn't ask you to do anything, did I? My treatment for this disease must be quite expensive."

Feeling Gu's mother's gaze unconsciously glancing towards her collar as she looked at him, Gu Yao knew what this hint was for.

He subtly adjusted his clothes, meeting Gu's mother's gaze openly and honestly, his tone tinged with sweetness.

"Xuan-ge is very good to me."

Upon hearing Gu Yao address Qi Xuan, Gu's mother couldn't help but clench her hand slightly on the white bed sheet.

"is it?"

Seeing Gu's mother's unnatural movements, Gu Yao also sighed.

After all, she was the original owner's mother, and to be fair, Gu's mother wasn't actually that bad to him.

It's just that his heart is subjectively biased towards Qi Xuan.

He was just an ordinary person, and Qi Xuan, who had accompanied him through three worlds, held a higher place in his heart.

He simply couldn't win against people who were going through all these complicated and convoluted situations.

Gu Yao looked at his mother carefully and decided to be frank.

"Mom, what exactly happened between you and Qi Xuan's biological mother? What did you say to Qi Xuan back then that made him leave?"

The boy's tone was not urgent, and could even be described as calm.

Mother Gu looked up in surprise and met the boy's calm, still eyes.

Her eyes, which should have been clear and beautiful, were instead a bottomless darkness.

That gaze was too deep, too profound.

It's like someone who has lived two lifetimes coming to seek the truth.

Gu's mother didn't know why she had this thought in her mind.

But looking at the face in front of me, it was clear that I had only just shed my childishness.

Yet his eyes held an unspeakable weariness.

Gu's mother looked at Gu Yao, and Gu Yao looked back at Gu's mother.

His eyes were open and calm.

However, Gu's mother was defeated by the boy's gaze, and her hand on the quilt couldn't help but crumple the neat quilt cover. "How did Yao Yao know?"

The young man looked at the woman in front of him, who was nearly fifty years old, and sighed softly.

"Mom, do you believe in past lives? You should have sensed it long ago, shouldn't you?"

Gu's mother paused, her hand gripping the corner of the blanket.

Yes, we've known about it for a while now, haven't we?

How can a child who has been pampered since childhood become accustomed to a hard life so quickly?

Still as skilled as ever.

You can find the cheapest house.

They can quickly find part-time jobs to supplement their family's income.

I go to the farmers' market to buy vegetables and bargain with the elderly people there.

They keep an eye out for discounted items at supermarkets and always manage to buy them at the best prices.

She kept the house in perfect order, inside and out.

It's as if there was no transition period.

There is not a trace of being pampered, nor a hint of being spoiled.

They blend in seamlessly into the everyday life of the city.

It's like this greenhouse flower that's grown wildly from the start.

Is that so?

She looked at the boy in front of her and suddenly felt a pang of heartache.

In her previous life, did her child experience these hardships first?

She looked at the mature young man in front of her, whose composure was beyond his years.

They should be at an age full of youthful vigor, but they carry a heavy sense of agelessness.

Like a person who is about to die.

Gu's mother looked at her child and sighed.

She reached out and touched the boy's sideburns, feeling the warmth under her palm, and her eyes welled up with tears.

She hadn't had such close contact with her child in a long time.

She looked at Gu Yao, her voice choked with emotion, and asked, "Yao Yao, are you doing well?"

Gu Yao looked at his mother's tear-streaked face and couldn't say a word.

But he nodded.

"He was very good to me." It's just that I didn't live to grow old with him.

Mrs. Gu was taken aback, then a smile appeared on her lips, tinged with relief and gratitude.

It's as if she's grateful to God for not letting her child experience too much suffering in the second half of her life.

She reached out and held the boy's hand, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably.

"That's fine, that's fine."

Mother Gu bent her back, tears falling onto the white quilt, some deep, some shallow, like scattered stars.

Gu Yao reached out and patted his mother's back, a silent gesture of comfort.

She seemed to realize that she looked a bit disheveled, raised her hand to wipe away the tears on her face, and turned to look at Gu Yao.

"Yaoyao, let me tell you a story."

Gu Yao looked at the woman in front of him, who was filled with nostalgia and guilt, and put a pillow under her to make her more comfortable.

Looking at the boy's careful actions, Gu's mother smiled and began to tell the story of her past with Qi Xuan's birth mother.