RPAGF Chapter 146 Xiao Cuo, Don't Be Sad
Chapter 146 Xiao Cuo, Don't Be Sad
Yu Hansheng was awakened by the piercing cry of a baby.
He suddenly opened his eyes, his heart pounding, feeling somewhat lost.
Not far away, a beautiful woman stood in front of the crib.
Her face was contorted with pain and anger, her hands gripping the sleeping baby's tiny throat tightly.
His eyes flickered with complex emotions, a mixture of hatred and affection.
The baby's face gradually turned red as she pinched and squeezed harder, and its tiny limbs twitched restlessly, showing signs of struggling.
They completely ignored how pitiful the baby's cries were.
Yu Hansheng rushed over immediately, trying to stop the woman's behavior.
His hands passed straight through the woman's hands. He frowned and looked at his own hands.
He is currently in a spirit state.
"I can not do it!"
The woman suddenly broke down and cried out. She let go of his hand, knelt on the ground, and tears streamed down her face.
Yu Hansheng looked down at the baby, and the little guy miraculously resumed his calm breathing, as if nothing had happened.
The woman carefully picked up the baby, held him tightly in her arms, and whispered apologies and comfort.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's all Mom's fault."
The scene kept changing, with a woman holding a baby and taking him to the police station to register his household registration.
"Hello, I'd like to register my child's household registration."
"Birth certificate, name..."
"The child's name is Cheng Cuo, Cheng with the radical for grain, and Cuo with the character for error."
"Okay, ma'am, you'll have to wait a month."
"Well, thank you."
The woman hurriedly left, carrying her still-in-wrap baby.
Originally, Cheng Cuo's original name was Cheng Cuo, but the staff misspelled it.
Therefore, Cheng Cuo is no longer Cheng Cuo.
During the woman's pregnancy, Cheng Cuo's biological father became addicted to gambling and drugs.
He squandered all the family's money and is now heavily in debt.
Cheng Cuo's mother blamed everything on him when he was just born.
If he hadn't been born, none of this would have happened.
Yu Hansheng felt as if his heart had been pierced by needles when he learned about Cheng Cuo's childhood experiences; the pain was so intense that he couldn't breathe.
In Cheng Cuo's world of memories, every day is a rainy day.
Although Yu Hansheng had an omniscient perspective, the events had already occurred, and he could no longer change those facts.
The rain fell softly and silently, like fine silk threads.
The sky was overcast with low-hanging dark clouds, which seemed to press down on people and make it hard to breathe.
The raindrops pattered under the eaves, each drop heavy and melancholic.
On the street, the rain soaked the pedestrians' clothes and blurred their vision.
The whole world was shrouded in this oppressive and gloomy rain, devoid of any life or warmth.
Twelve-year-old Cheng Cuo sat obediently on the bus seat, carrying her schoolbag.
Raindrops fall from the sky and form crystal-clear droplets the moment they touch the car window.
He reached out his pale hand, trying to touch the raindrops sliding down the car window, but his fingers could only feel the cold glass.
The world outside the window was shrouded in rain, and pedestrians hurried past on the street.
The car drove over the puddle, splashing water everywhere.
Yu Hansheng sat behind Cheng Cuo, silently keeping him company.
Cheng Cuo had just had a fight with his mother and decided to run away from home in a fit of anger, so he boarded this bus.
Cheng Cuo didn't know where the car would go, but he just didn't want to stay at home.
He's in middle school now and has the ability to take care of himself, so there's no need to worry about him being abducted by human traffickers.
At that moment, his eyes stung, and tears welled up in them.
Mom, why don't you give me more love?
Cheng Cuo had this question in his mind.
Yu Hansheng stared at Cheng Cuo's hair whorl, wishing he could touch him.
Thinking about it, Yu Hansheng found himself holding a baseball cap.
He trembled, not having time to think further.
With gentle movements, she placed the hat lightly on Cheng Cuo's head and carefully pressed it down.
Cheng Cuo could no longer hold back, and tears streamed down her cheeks like pearls from a broken string.
This hat, on behalf of Yu Hansheng, tells him: "Twelve-year-old Cheng Cuo, it's okay, cry if you want to, no one will see you now."
When the bus arrived at the terminal, Cheng Cuo rubbed his dry eyes and turned his head to thank the people behind him.
However, the seats behind him were empty.
"That person probably got off the bus a long time ago," Cheng Cuo thought, gripping his backpack strap tightly as he got off the bus.
After getting off the bus, Cheng Cuo sat there blankly, holding his baseball cap.
His father does nothing all day, and his mother doesn't care about him. Neither of them cares about him. Where should he go?
After sitting for an unknown amount of time, a middle-aged man who was waiting for the bus arrived.
He sat silently in a corner of the platform, a pack of cigarettes on his lap and a lit cigarette butt in his mouth.
He would occasionally lift his hand to remove the cigarette butt from his mouth, then skillfully flick it in an arc so that it would fall to the ground.
Several cigarette butts were already scattered on the ground.
Smoke swirled around him, and Cheng Cuo was inevitably affected.
He coughed from the smoke, his face turned red, and tears were almost streaming down his face.
"Excuse me, uncle, could you smoke a little less?"
"The smoke is so pungent it's unbearable."
The middle-aged man glanced at Cheng Cuo, complained to him bitterly for a while, but at least he didn't smoke anymore.
"Little brat, what do you know? Smoking helps you relieve stress and boredom."
"Sigh, I didn't want this either. My wife is sick, and I'm scrambling to raise money. I'm so busy and overwhelmed..."
Cheng Cuo had only ever heard of drowning one's sorrows in alcohol, but never in smoking.
For some reason, he also wanted to try the taste of a cigarette to see if it was really as the uncle said.
Cheng Cuo lowered her head and twisted her hands together, which were resting on her knees.
"Could I have a puff too?"
Cheng Cuo spoke very softly, but the uncle heard her.
"Why is a little kid like you smoking? You must be in elementary school."
"Kids, study hard, make lots of money, don't be like me."
A bus stopped, and the uncle glanced at it, patted his leg, and stood up.
Cheng Cuo hurriedly rummaged through his schoolbag, clutching the pocket money he had saved inside tightly in his hand.
I helped the older man up, intending to give him the money.
"Uncle, I can donate some money to Auntie's medical treatment, just as a token of your appreciation for keeping me company."
The man waved his hand in refusal, and the bus doors closed.
Cheng Cuo stood there helplessly. Yu Hansheng sighed softly and placed his hand on Cheng Cuo's head to rub it.
With a slight twitch of her hair, Cheng Cuo blinked in confusion.
He felt someone touch his head, but there was no one else around.
Maybe it's the wind.
The images flashed by frame by frame, revealing that Cheng Cuo's childhood was not easy.
Finally, it ended on Cheng Cuo's eighteenth birthday.
Outside the window, the rain was pouring down. Cheng Cuo bought a small cake, wanting to wait for his mother to come home and celebrate his birthday with him.
Yu Hansheng rested his chin on one hand, staring intently at Cheng Cuo.
Xiao Cuo, I will spend every birthday with you from now on.
If no one is there to accompany you, then I will.
If no one loves you, then I will love you.
Cheng Cuo still harbored a deep-seated expectation.
If his mother can be with him for his eighteenth birthday this time, he will forgive her for everything she did to him in the past.
At nine o'clock in the evening, the sound of a key turning could be heard at the door.
Cheng Cuo couldn't hide her joy and hurried to the entrance to greet her mother.
The woman frowned and pushed him away, so Cheng Cuo could only awkwardly walk to the side.
"Mom, do you know what day it is today?"
Cheng Cuo's throat was dry as she looked at her mother with anticipation.
The woman didn't say anything and silently went into the room to pack her things.
When Cheng Cuo saw the suitcase, he comforted himself, thinking that his mother was probably going on a long trip.
But reality dealt him a harsh blow.
The woman gripped the suitcase handle tightly, turned and left without looking back, leaving behind only the words, "Cheng Cuo, I'm moving out to live with your stepfather from now on. This house is yours."
Cheng Cuo was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and chased after him.
He ran in the rain, tugging at the woman's sleeve without regard for his image, sobbing.
"Mom, don't go, you're all alone now."
The woman held an umbrella, and the rain pattered down on Cheng Cuo, but she felt no pity or hesitation.
"Listen to me, you're eighteen now, you can live on your own."
After saying that, he forcefully pulled Cheng Cuo's hand away, grabbed his suitcase, and walked away.
Cheng Cuo collapsed to the ground, letting the rain pelt her.
Yu Hansheng knelt down in front of Cheng Cuo and gently patted his head reassuringly.
Cheng Cuo stared blankly ahead, hoping her mother would turn around.
Before I could see anything clearly, my wrist was suddenly tightened, and I was pulled into a warm, minty embrace.
Yu Hansheng hugged him, holding a black umbrella in one hand to shield Cheng Cuo from the heavy rain.
"Xiao Cuo, don't be sad."
Cheng Cuo could no longer tell whether the water dripping onto his shoulder was rain or the tears of the person holding him.
Then, a scene that puzzled Cheng Cuo occurred.
The person who had just been holding him in his arms vanished into thin air; only the fallen black umbrella proved that someone had been there.