Chapter 117 unforgivable

Zeng sent Gu Qingrong a WeChat message asking where he was. She went to the ice rink to find him but he was not there. She didn't receive his reply after WeChat was sent for a long time, so she called him after work. At that time, it was more than 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Gu Qingrong answered the phone quickly, but his voice was slightly hoarse and his mood was not quite right. "What's wrong with you?" Zeng passed and asked. Gu Qingrong's eyebrow eyes softened and said, "Where are you now?" Zeng passed and said an address. Gu Qingrong said: "OK, you stand where you are, I'll find you." Twenty minutes later, Zeng passed and saw Gu Qingrong walking out of the subway station and coming towards her. At the end of winter, the weather was not very cold, and it was sunny today. Gu Qingrong wore a thin white inner shirt and a long coat outside, which was smoky gray. Against the background of his tall figure, he looked taller and more beautiful. Zeng ran up quickly, got into his arms and hugged him tightly. "I miss you so much." Zeng passed and said. "I miss you so much." Gu Qingrong said. In unison, both of them were one leng, and immediately laughed. "Gu Qingrong, what's wrong with you? Do you feel that you are not very happy?" She looked up from his arms and asked him. Under this line of sight, she could clearly see his thin chin and high nose bridge. "Well, I saw two people today." "Ah?" Once passed to let him go, "Who is it?" "My mother's current husband and the girl they gave birth to, that is, my sister." At that time, Zeng passed away and did not dare to speak again, for fear that it would make him feel more dull. Xu was aware of her abnormality. Gu Qingrong sneered and dropped a kiss on her forehead, saying: "They suddenly returned home, so they came to see me by the way." "How do you feel...?" She whispered. "Well..." Gu Qingrong hesitated, "We haven't met before, this is the first time we have met. To be honest, it's strange." After a pause, he continued, "But at the moment when I saw my sister, my mother in memory rushed into my mind. My sister looks very much like my mother, which can be seen at a glance. Her husband told me the details of my mother's death, which made me more sure that Gu Xueren said that my mother had died long ago and was not lying. It's just that Gu Xueren has been hiding me for four years... " He sighed deeply and pulled her over and hugged her tightly. His chin knocked gently on her shoulder, holding it tightly with greater strength. "But he doesn't know me at all. I did all this for my mother and to see her. Now he has only told me that my mother has passed away. What should I do now?" At this time, he is like walking at an intersection. One way is for him to stick to it, try his best to enter the national team and participate in the competition. Even if there is no mother waiting there at the end of this road, there are still more people waiting for him. One way is the way he gave up, stopped training, gave up the national finals, gave up entering the national team, and even gave up the final competition. "No." "Gu Qingrong, I want to ask you now, do you like short track speed skating?" He was stunned, as if thinking seriously. "Yes." "Are you sure you won't feel dispensable or bored because of your mother's affairs?" He nodded: "Hmm." Continue to say, "Although there were many reasons for choosing short track speed skating at first because of my mother, now this dream is shattered. Looking back, I still like short track speed skating." "I like the feeling of sliding freely on the ice rink, and I prefer to feel flying on it." He said. "So, Gu Qingrong." Her eyes looked tightly into his eyes. "You like short track speed skating very much, even if your dreams are shattered, you still like it. Only here, this road is worth continuing!" Gu Qingrong looked at her deeply, and the haze accumulated in her heart seemed to be brushed away with her words at this moment and saw the light. A warm feeling crept through his heart, which had been brought to him by passing. The boy hugged him tightly again, and his voice was full of joy instead of loneliness just now: "After a while, you are really a little sun." "Hmm?" "Every time, you can cure me." The girl's eyebrow eyes stretched out and hugged him tighter. They went back to school, ate together, walked on the school road together, and walked all the time in this gorgeous sunset. This is probably what Zeng passed away to understand. Campus love is pure, beautiful and sweet. * A week later, Gu Qingrong came to the hospital to visit Gu Xueren for the last time. His will to survive is very strong, and his body is gradually improving. After a recent period of reconstruction, he has begun to try to walk on the ground. It's just that walking is still very slow, not too fast, only slowly. Betty has been taking care of him in front of his hospital bed. Gu Qingrong met their children once. Very cute, very innocent, is a little boy. Gu Qingrong doesn't like Betty and Gu Xueren very much, but he feels OK about this little boy, neither like nor hate it. After all, he is only a few years old child, and the evils and accumulated hatred of his parents should not fall on him. "Gu Xueren." Gu Qingrong sat in front of the hospital bed and called him by his first name. Gu Xueren seemed to be used to calling himself like this in the face of him. He was not angry, but looked at him closely. Gu Qingrong handed him the peeled apple, and he took it and ate it, and his mood suddenly improved. "Son, father..." Gu Xueren thought he had forgiven him and was about to say something when he interrupted him. "I have slowly accepted the news of my mother's death, but this does not mean that I forgive you." Gu Qingrong said quietly, "You raised me before, but you have done too many things that hurt me. I have no feelings for you and I don't intend to forgive you. You have your life and family now, and I also have my own life. I hope we don't interfere with each other and take care of ourselves in the future." "You..." Gu Xueren was angry again. As a result, his chest hurt and he could only control it. He sighed deeply: "Well, I know I have been sorry for you, and you have grown up and don't need a guardian. Then let's not interfere with each other, I will let you go." Unexpectedly, Gu Xueren was so easy to talk to and froze. "How do you..." Gu Qingrong suspicious. "This unexpected trouble, I thought I was going to die. I can't rest assured that there are still many things to explain in the future. Especially you, we tortured each other and fought with each other for so many years. Looking back now, I also saw my own problems. You have grown up, and it's time for me to let go... "Gu Xueren looked at the ceiling with tears in his eyes." Qingrong, since short track speed skating is something you like, you should stick to it and don't give up because of your mother. When your mother sees that you are so excellent, she will feel gratified in the spirit of heaven, and she doesn't want you to give up this. " Gu Qingrong stood up and looked down on him: "Don't worry, I didn't want to give up. From now on, all the honors I get belong only to me, not to anyone, let alone to the school and you. I hope you can understand." Gu Xueren took a deep breath, closed his eyes tightly and stopped answering. Gu Qingrong turned and left the ward and the hospital. Indeed, they fought for so many years. It is not so much a fight as his history of resistance. He has been resisting Gu Xueren and has never won or lost. He said he would go east, then he would go west, he said he would go south, he would go north. Making him angry is his favorite thing to do, but even so, Gu Xueren never respected him. He married Betty and had children, and never informed him. As his son, he was learned through a foreigner. Is it ridiculous? He thought it was ridiculous. As a man, why can he interfere in his life and choices at will, but he completely ignores his ideas and never asks him if he likes it or not? Presumably, he also knows that when he asks him that he wants to get married with Betty and even have children, he will strongly oppose it. Therefore, as Lao Tzu, he acted first and acted later. It's ridiculous. Gu Qingrong stood at the gate of the hospital, looking at the dawn of the sun, stretching out his hand in his brow to block the sun. He felt that the sun was dazzling, but it brought him light and warmth. And this warmth, he will never get in Gu Xueren.