A widower's entertainment

Chapter 22 [Crying Unstoppable]

Lin Youcheng actually doesn't feel liberated about his children going to school. After all, there are three smaller children at home that he needs to take care of.

Especially when Lin Zhaoxi went to school, he was missing a helper.

Looking at the three little carrots in front of him, Lin Youcheng admired the child's mother from the bottom of his heart, because the original person had never taken care of his children. The child's mother had always taken care of them, and his life was in order. He was really very good. I admire that woman for being able to take good care of these children despite living a nearly widowed life.

Thinking of this, Lin Youcheng couldn't help but look at the photo again. He was very young, gentle and quiet, with two long braids and a beautiful smile.

Lin Youcheng looked at the child's mother in the photo, shook his head, and didn't think much about it. Now he could only do his best to take care of his children like the child's mother.

Lin Youcheng's eyes turned to the two "Novel Monthly" on the table. This was the result of more than a month of hard writing and rush for the manuscript. It was also the result of his efforts to take care of several children.

Lin Youcheng picked up a book and flipped through it. Until now, he had not carefully read the story published on it.

Just when Lin Youcheng was about to look through it, Lin Zhaole, the sleeping baby in the cradle, woke up and started crying non-stop.

Hearing the cry, Lin Youcheng quickly put down the magazine and picked up Lin Zhaole from the cradle to comfort him.

But just when Lin Youcheng was coaxing Lin Zhaole in his arms, two-year-old Lin Zhaohuan was unsteady on her feet. She didn't know whether it was Lin Zhaoman who touched her or it was his own fault. She fell to the ground and started crying.

Four-year-old Lin Zhaoman looked at Lin Zhaohuan who fell to the ground and cried non-stop. He blinked his big eyes and didn't know what was wrong.

Lin Youcheng hugged Lin Zhaole and tried to coax Lin Zhaohuan, but the two babies kept crying and couldn't stop crying.

The "Novel Monthly" on the table of the Eight Immortals was lying there quietly. Lin Youcheng naturally didn't have time to look at it now. He just wanted to know what happened to these dolls.

Why are you crying all the time!
  Youfeng from the yard rushed into the main room in a panic, flipped through the story "Love at the Hawthorn Tree" on the table, and began to look for the answer.

……

Jingqiu ran to the communication room full of doubts, and saw a soldier who looked like the third child waiting there. When he saw her, the soldier came forward and said hurriedly: "Comrade Jingqiu, right? I am Chen Shumin. Chen Shuxin’s younger brother, my brother is in very bad condition right now, and I would like to ask you to go to the hospital—"

When Jingqiu heard this, she felt that her legs were weak, and she asked tremblingly: "What's wrong with him?"

……

Seeing this, Li Aihong already had a very bad premonition, and she felt the same great uneasiness as Jingqiu.

Li Aihong did not expect that "The Love of the Hawthorn Tree" written by the widower Lin Youcheng would be such a story, a story that people can't put down after picking it up.

In the dead of night, she did not stop and continued to read the story behind.

A good person like Lao San must never really get into trouble. But no matter how great a person’s hope is, it can’t change the destiny, just like it can’t change the destined ending of the story, or the fate of the characters that the author has already written.

When Li Aihong's eyes were red and she was crying, she saw Jingqiu shouting to the third child lying on the hospital bed over and over again, "I am Jingqiu", she couldn't hold it in any longer, and her tears flowed out like crazy. , I can’t stop it no matter what.

The third child once said that even if he has one foot in the grave, as long as he hears Jingqiu's name, he will look back...

Now, he has been dying for several days and has been unwilling to go in, as if his wish was not fulfilled. Until he heard Jingqiu telling him over and over again: I am Jingqiu, I am Jingqiu! Then he closed his eyes, and two tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

Li Aihong was so heartbroken that she almost died. She didn't expect that the third child was really gone.

Li Aihong thought of the third child confessing his love with a hoarse throat, of crossing the river every night just to see Jingqiu, of spending the night in a pavilion by the river without a boat, of Jingqiu going barefoot to do odd jobs and getting her feet burned by lime water. He trembled and helped her pick out the rotten cinders in the footboard, and cried distressedly: "I know you won't listen if I advise you not to work; you won't take it if I give it to you. But if you still have some sympathy, ——If you still feel sorry for me a little bit, put on these shoes."

Li Aihong knew that the third child really felt sorry for Jingqiu, and it was more uncomfortable to see her suffer than to suffer for him, so in the end, he threatened Jingqiu that if he saw her working barefoot without shoes again, he would take off her own shoes and soak them with lime. He stayed in the water until his feet were burned to pieces.

Such emotional words are definitely not the so-called sweet words, but the true words spoken out of love.

Thinking of that, Li Aihong's heart ached again. Where could she find a man who cared for her so much.

When a man like that gets leukemia, he also tells Jingqiu to live well and help him live well. She will get married, be a mother, a grandmother, and have children and grandchildren...

Even when he was dying, the man gave all the things related to Jingqiu to his brother, and told her that if Jingqiu lived a happy life, these things should not be given to her. Give her these things, let her know that there was once a person in the world who loved her with all his heart and soul, and let her believe that there is eternal love in the world.

The third child always thinks about Jingqiu first. Seeing her happy makes him happy too. Seeing her suffer makes him suffer even more than she does. How many men in the world can love a woman to such an extent?
  But even that kind of man who would rather die than betray his lover still left, leaving behind a message——

"I can't wait for you for a year and a month, and I can't wait for you until you are twenty-five, but I will wait for you forever."

Seeing such a sentence, it was really heartbreaking pain, and my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

Li Aihong covered her mouth and tried not to cry too loudly.

Li Aihong's heart was really hurting and she was so uncomfortable that her tears kept flowing out uncontrollably. It was like an instinct, she kept crying.

Li Aihong spent nearly five hours reading it word for word. Her face was full of tears and her handkerchief was wet. She never thought that she would cry to this point because of a novel.

She shed tears of her own sincerely, and she couldn't stop.

I cried for Jingqiu, for Laosan, and especially in such a special era background, two people loved each other but could not love openly and openly, so they suppressed and endured the pain.

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