Chapter 82 Mom, I'm Leaving

Mo Wange's words were like spring rain, constantly moistening the boy's dry heart.

Wang Xianxian seemed to have more courage. He greedily enjoyed his mother's warmth and was reluctant to leave for a long time.

"You are so old, but you still cling to your mother. Isn't it shameful?" Mo Wange chuckled, "Go get some rice, let's eat."

...

On the table, Wang Xianxian covered his face with a bowl.

The boy pursed his lips, shed tears, and ate.

Looking at the boy's wolfing down, Mo Wange gently stroked his son's hair with his hand.

"Why are you crying? Were you bullied?"

"Tell mom, okay?"

Wang Xianxian held the chopsticks tightly in his right hand, and his voice trembled.

"I have a friend who was born with a terminal illness."

"This is heaven and earth, she was not allowed to survive, and was given a terminal illness."

"Even the most advanced medical skills could not cure her."

"But one day, a miracle doctor told my friend's mother a prescription..."

The boy paused here, and Mo Wange did not urge him, but waited quietly for his son to continue.

"In the end, my friend survived, but the price was that she lost her mother forever."

"She was very sad, very sad, so she asked me why her mother did this."

"Useless child, just throw it away..."

"She was very scared, she was afraid that her mother would blame her, she always thought that she killed her mother."

"I want to comfort her, but I don't know the answer..."

Mo Wange looked at the boy in front of her, she did not choose to answer immediately.

Slender hands gently wiped the tears from the corners of her son's eyes.

"There are no useless children, only incompetent parents."

"Her mother will not blame her. A mother who loves her children will never blame her children."

"When she took the initiative and faced death calmly, she had already given the answer."

"Xianxian, everything in the world has gains and losses."

"Under normal circumstances, a mother will never use her life to save her child."

"Because, that kind of love is too heavy..."

"It will always give the survivors deep pain."

"Such love will also turn into a heavy shackle, forever locked on the child."

"Trading life for life, this is a method that only people who are desperate and in desperate situations will use."

In the courtyard, Yun Ying listened to Mo Wange's words and slowly opened his eyes.

It looked at the pond in the yard, the pond that Mo Wange took the initiative to step into, and fell into deep thought.

Mo Wange looked at his son who was buried in his head and continued to preach.

"Your friend's experience is regrettable. Her mother must not want her to know the truth."

At this moment, Wang Xianxian suddenly spoke.

"Then should she be kept in the dark?"

"Yes." Mo Wange replied.

"Why..." The boy's voice was indescribably sad.

Mo Wange smiled and replied, "Because she is a child."

"She is the child that the mother would rather give up her life to save."

"The original intention of the mother to let her child continue to live in this world is not to let her suffer pain and torture."

"But to let her feel the world with her heart and enjoy her own life."

"When she decides to change her life, she will definitely leave the child's world with all the truth and pain."

"Because only in this way can she face her death calmly, happily, and without worries."

Mo Wange's voice was very gentle, but it was extremely cruel to Wang Xianxian's ears.

Guilt, self-blame, and pain almost drowned him...

His teeth bit his lips tightly, and the bright red blood kept flowing along his teeth.

At this moment, Mo Wange stood up and hugged him gently.

"My child, don't be sad..."

The tears that were restrained to the extreme finally couldn't help, and flowed down the corners of the boy's eyes.

His head was drooped tightly, and he didn't dare to look at his mother.

Mo Wange seemed to have noticed something. She held Wang Xianxian's chin with both hands and asked him to look up.

The strong mother looked at the boy's dodging eyes seriously.

After a long time, tears welled up in Mo Wange's eyes.

"It has been painful all along, right?"

Hearing this, the boy's tears rushed down like a flood.

He tried to control his voice.

"I... I... I'm living... living... living very well..."

Although the boy tried to refuse, the tears on his face revealed all the truth.

"Xianxian, you lied to your mother, right?"

Mo Wange looked at the boy who was shaking his head frantically and burst into tears.

"Tell me, okay?"

"Mom will help you find a way..."

The boy's hands were too strong, and his nails pierced deeply into the flesh.

The strong pain made him try to restrain his desire to confide.

He didn't want his mother to worry about him anymore...

Mo Wange seemed to understand something, and she kissed the boy's forehead lightly.

"Xianxian, you don't need to think about anything. You are my child. If you have grievances and pain, I should bear it. This is the law of the world."

"This world is fair, but also unfair."

"If you lose something, you will always gain something, and if you gain something, you will always lose something."

"Mom is very happy. As long as you are here, I will be happy."

"You are my eternal pride."

"Even if I die for you one day, I will be happy."

"The opportunity to extend your life with my life is the greatest gift from God to me."

"You are a gift from God to your mother, and your mother should continue to accept God's gift."

"Xianxian, you must remember that no matter when or where, your mother will always love you."

"My mother will never blame you."

Hearing this, Wang Xianxian could no longer control her emotions.

The extremely aggrieved cry surrounded the boy's home and could not dissipate for a long time.

"They beat me, scolded me, bullied me..."

"No one in the family likes me. After you left, they all bullied me..."

"Wang Jiannian destroyed my family. He also wanted to kill me. He also wanted to kill me..."

"He and the woman from the Murong family he brought back tortured me in various ways..."

"The people of the Wang family bullied me and said that I was a motherless bastard..."

"I dare not have anything I like, dare not have any hobbies, and dare not show interest in anything."

"Because if that group of people knew about it, they would destroy and take away everything I like."

"They didn't give me food and made me kneel in the ancestral hall as punishment..."

"They wronged me and framed me..."

"They also wanted to kill me..."

"..."

At this moment, Wang Xianxian finally vented all the grievances that had accumulated in her heart for several years.

Holding the boy in her arms tightly, Mo Wange burst into tears.

She couldn't do anything. The only thing she could do was to give the boy in her arms some warmth.

After a long time, when Wang Xianxian calmed down completely,

Mo Wange began to pick up food for Wang Xianxian.

——

In the outside world at this time, everyone focused their attention on the boy who was standing there crying.

No one knew what he had experienced. They only knew that Yunjiu had been trapped on the eighth floor for nine hours.

Except for him, no one else was trying to pass the Nine-Layered Tower of Babel.

All the people who advanced to the ninth floor had reached the ninth floor, and the rest were eliminated.

Everyone was waiting for the boy to wake up.

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After finishing the meal, Mo Wange looked at Wang Xianxian reluctantly.

"Child, you don't belong here."

Wang Xianxian suppressed his emotions and nodded gently: "Yeah"

After that, the boy wiped his tears and ran straight out of the room to the courtyard.

Yun Ying had been waiting here for a long time.

Looking at Wang Xianxian's back as he was about to leave the courtyard, Mo Wange spoke again.

"Child, don't be sad, mom is always here, always here."

Wang Xianxian didn't dare to look back, he was afraid that if he looked back, he would never be able to get out again.

Just when the boy was about to flee, Yun Ying called him back.

"Your mother died with a smile and hope, so stand up straight and say goodbye to her."

Wang Xianxian suddenly stopped, turned around and ran to give Mo Wange a hug.

"Mom, I'm leaving."

Mo Wange kissed the boy's forehead and whispered.

"Take good care of yourself, mom will always be with you."