Chapter 27 Chapter fifteen

Christmas Eve in 2005. There is a huge Christmas tree in the garden of the villa, and the colorful lights last all night.He Qingying stood alone outside the iron railing, her coat and scarf barely resisting the cold wind.She tied her hair back, and a few locks fell from her forehead, floating back and forth between her eyes. Two hours ago, she saw Gu Qiusha and Wang'er coming back in a BMW car, she must have attended mass at the church.The bushes hid her face before she came out to face the window of Gu’s house—just like Wang’er’s birthday a few days ago, she didn’t receive Gu Qiusha’s invitation, so she could only watch outside alone, hoping to see her son at least once .

The first time I saw Wang'er was on December 19, 1995, in the delivery room of Zhabei District Central Hospital.In the tearing pain, He Qingying almost fainted, and the baby's cry rang in his ears. "It's my brother." The midwife gave a soft cry. He Qingying cried. She tried to open her eyes wide, looked at the white shadowless lamp, and made a weak voice: "Let... let me see..." A crying baby boy, just washed off the blood stains, his face is a bit blurred, but his eyes are slightly opened, staring at his mother with strange eyes. He Qingying had an absurd idea—what was he thinking?Why is he crying so sadly?Like with some kind of unspeakable resentment?

Although he was born a few weeks prematurely, he did not spend long in the incubator. The nurses said that the baby was lucky and was much healthier than other premature babies.Sim Mingyuan was a father for the first time, he kept kissing his son, shaved the stubble off his face for the first time, and his father-in-law and mother-in-law were also very busy.He went to the police station to register for his son's household registration. The name was given by He Qingying. When he was pregnant, he looked out of the window and looked into the distance every day. It seemed that a voice was calling her, so he chose a single name—Wang.

Si Wang. After moving back home in a few days, the old house left by He Qingying's parents could accommodate a family of three.She took a four-month break before returning to work at the savings window at the post office.She earns more than her husband, wears decent clothes, and occasionally uses authentic cosmetics.There is a whole row of Zhang Ailing on her bookshelf, which is not a simple decoration. My husband works at the Nanming Road Iron and Steel Plant. He leaves for work at 7:30 every day and returns home on time before dark.Apart from drinking with colleagues, he seldom has any social interactions. He usually only smokes Peony brand cigarettes and does not read anything other than newspapers.He is tall and burly, looks a bit rude, I wonder if he will pass it on to his son?There is a domestically produced color TV and a Japanese brand video recorder at home. He watches videos at home when he has nothing to do. Most of them are American violent movies, and occasionally there are third-level Hong Kong movies. He didn’t even notice whether the baby would peek at them.

He Qingying didn't care much about him, and focused all her attention on her son.She seldom interacts with relatives of her natal family, and seems to have completely integrated into her husband's family. She has a very harmonious relationship with her parents-in-law, and there is no conflict between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the legend. Three years later, Wang'er became a healthy and beautiful boy and was sent to kindergarten by his mother.The new children in the nursery were crying, and she reluctantly handed her son into the arms of the teacher.The kindergarten teacher is a little girl who often praises Wanger as the best and smartest child.He also likes to be hugged by the teacher, lying on her soft shoulders

head, smelling the scent of shampoo.She also occasionally complained to He Qingying, saying that the boy often kissed her face, which sometimes embarrassed her. The big pagoda tree in front of the house has withered and flourished several times, and the bird's nest hidden in the canopy wakes people up every morning.The epiphyllum that Siming Yuan raised on the window sill blooms for two or three hours every year, and the petals are placed under his son's pillow, and the fragrance accompanies him to sleep all night.The small bed is in the corner of the living room, the walls are full of toys, and there are children's books bought by his mother, although he has never been interested in it, and he doesn't watch cartoons very much, except for "Slam Dunk".But He Qingying felt strange, such a young child shouldn't like this.The second is an old cartoon called "Tianshu Qitan". Every time the fairy Yuan Gong is captured and brought back to the heaven, the child will cry and burst into tears.

In 2000, Wang'er was five years old. He had grown to a height of more than one meter, and his facial contours became more and more clear.He was never picky about food, and he could eat rough food, which is rare these days, although He Qingying tried his best to meet the child's requirements. This year, Si Mingyuan's unit went bankrupt and dissolved, and he only received tens of thousands of dollars to buy out his working years, and he became a laid-off and unemployed person.He was quite happy staying at home, speculating in stocks and looking at the dishes, but he was locked up in a short time, and the stock fell from 18 yuan to 8 yuan.His wallet is getting thinner and thinner. He could have taken his son to buy model cars, but now he can only look through the window.Someone introduced him to work as a security guard, and after working for a few days, he bowed his head and came back, saying that it was embarrassing to meet acquaintances.He went out to play mahjong every night, and often came home at two or three o'clock in the morning, waking up his sleeping son and causing a big fight with He Qingying.

The husband lost his income, and the health of the parents-in-law and mother-in-law became worse and worse. The whole family's food and clothing expenses were all on He Qingying, and she was just a postal savings clerk, and she could barely get by with this salary. Originally, no matter what troubles he encountered, Simingyuan was super patient with his son, and put him on the bicycle bag rack to play around. He had been to Jinjiang Paradise countless times.Playing chess is one of his few hobbies, chess, military chess, backgammon... But no matter what kind of chess, Wang'er will soon become a master, and no one will be able to beat him again.

Now, Simingyuan is getting more and more distant from his son, and every time he goes home, he doesn't hug him anymore, and smokes cigarettes by himself by the window, one after another, until the ashtray is full and he doesn't notice it.He never drank alcohol at home before, but now he would have half a glass of white wine with his meal.When he yelled with smoke and alcohol and stared at his son with ice-cold eyes, He Qingying felt strong disgust. He regarded his son as an enemy?Or have some kind of fear? Could it be that I have watched too many American horror movies?There is a movie starring Gregory Peck. It used to be a normal family, but suddenly found that the child is different, with extraordinary temperament and intelligence, which adults can’t match, so they can only obediently bow down and become a slave—this child is a heterogeneous, He has a kind of natural evil power, which will bring endless power, but also make his parents suffer tragic disasters, and even endanger all mankind.

One night when it was raining heavily, He Qingying was still working the night shift at work, and Simingyuan went out to drink and play mahjong as usual. When he got home, he found his son found a VCD of "Stimulus 1995" and it was playing. He slapped his son across the face. When He Qingying came home from get off work and saw the five blood-red finger prints on Wang'er's face, Siming Yuan stood dejectedly and trembling.She frantically slapped her husband across the face, held her son in her arms, rubbed his cheeks and burst into tears.Si Mingyuan didn't say anything, he rushed out of the house with his head down, and slammed the door of the room loudly.Half of her son's face was swollen. She cursed her husband as an animal. She saw her husband running wildly under the street lamp on a rainy night outside the window, shouting some vague words, which could not be heard clearly through the heavy rain.

When the son was seven years old, a major event happened in the family. Siming Yuan disappeared in the early morning of the New Year's Eve before the Spring Festival.The whole Spring Festival was not good, and He Qingying reported the disappearance to the Public Security Bureau.Grandpa Wang'er's hair was all white, so she was admitted to the hospital, but she often went to take care of her in-laws. Others mistakenly thought that she was not a daughter-in-law but a daughter. People kept coming to my door to collect debts. It turned out that my husband owed a lot of gambling debts outside, including several loan sharks. Siming Yuan never came back. Monday, September 2, 2002 was the day when Wang'er went to primary school for the first time. It was a rainy day, and He Qingying held a big umbrella, holding her son's hand tightly, and came to Changshou Road No. 1 Primary School.Her hands were hot and soft, and she was carrying the schoolbag for Wang'er, which contained a newly bought pencil case, whether it was genuine or a counterfeit Disney plastic pencil case.There were many children and parents at the opening ceremony. She greeted the teacher politely, watched Wanger sit down in the classroom, confirmed his seat, and then reluctantly left. The first grade has only been in half a month. One time, when Wang'er came home from school, He Qingying found an extra note in her schoolbag, which read "Meeting and Happy" written by Empress Li: "Wuyan went to the west building alone, the moon is like Hook. The lonely sycamore tree is locked in the deep courtyard, and the autumn is locked. It keeps cutting, and the arrangement is still chaotic. It is the sorrow of parting. Don’t worry about it.” Although it is only written with a pencil, it is a beautiful handwriting, and adults may not be able to write it. .She grabbed her son and questioned him. Wang'er said that he picked it up from the side of the road and thought it looked good and planned to imitate it. In the summer of the following year, the raging "SARS" finally passed, and He Qingying enrolled her son in a painting class, a training institution called Feifei Art School.The teacher was an old man with long hair and a very artistic temperament. He taught him sketching and watercolor painting, and he believed that Si Wang had experience in learning painting.In order to reward him for his achievements in painting, he will be promoted to the second grade of elementary school, and he will wear a red scarf. He Qingying gave him a gift - a computer. Si Wang's first personal computer, a Celeron processor assembly machine.He touched the keyboard and mouse excitedly, watched the WINDOWSXP flag fly by after turning on the computer, and installed each driver in turn.Broadband has not yet been popularized. Some households are using ADSL, while other households can only use MODEM plus telephone line. Soon, He Qingying discovered that her son was addicted to the Internet and spent the whole day in front of the computer.In the past, she was reluctant to scold Wang'er, but this time she scolded Wang'er for half an hour for the first time, until she also had a runny nose and tears, but the boy thoughtfully hugged his mother and comforted her for a long time. One day, Tian Siwang went out with his grandparents, and He Qingying turned on the computer at home alone. She secretly installed a software that could monitor the child's use of the computer, and found that her son had been browsing the web, first on Google, and then on Baidu, constantly searching for some keywords— — In 1995, Nanming Road murder case. In 1995, Nanming High School murder case. In 1995, a dead body was discovered at the Nanming Road Iron and Steel Plant. In 1995, the victim declared. the year 1995…… A few days later, He Qingying turned on the computer again, only to find that it had been formatted by her son, and all the contents disappeared. This fall, Si Wang's grandfather died. He left very suddenly and was sent to the hospital where his heartbeat had stopped.Grandma is a conservative person, she insisted on bringing grandpa's body back from the hospital and laying it in the mourning hall at home for a few days.Grandpa was lying on his bed, and Si Wang's uncle helped him change into a shroud.The whole family crowded into the narrow room, busy setting up portraits, flowers and incense burners. He Qingying asked for leave to stay in the mourning hall, and her son also stayed with her overnight.Grandma and her relatives took turns to rest. For a while, they were the only mother and son, looking at the dead old man at two o'clock in the morning.She kept her son away from the corpse, fearing that it would spoil and stink if left at home.But Si Wang always stared at the dead, and he was not afraid of the flies biting on the corpse. The boy's eyes were frightening. Everyone thought that the missing Si Mingyuan would come back to take one last look as the eldest son of the family.Until the old man was sent to the funeral home and stuffed into the cremation furnace, he still didn't show up. In the second year, He Qingying's mother-in-law also passed away.The old man was lying on the bed before his death, and the uncles and sisters-in-law seldom took care of her, but as a daughter-in-law, she often went to take care of her, bathing her, wiping her body and changing her clothes.In the process of arranging the funeral affairs, He Qingying also contributed the most, but her relatives hated her very much, and made sarcastic remarks from time to time.The black gauze on Si Wang's arm was covered with a red cloth. Facing countless strange and suspicious eyes, the boy couldn't help shouting: "Do you have any conscience?" The entire memorial service fell silent... An unknown voice came from the corner: "Oh, is Mingyuan still alive?" From then on, He Qingying no longer owed the Si family any favors, and her son stopped interacting with them. This autumn, Si Wang began to change. There was no hot water for bathing at home, so He Qingying took her son to the unit to wash.When she walked out of the unit's bathroom, her hair was still not dry, and it naturally fell to her shoulders, revealing an irresistible temptation for men.A middle-aged man cast an evil look at her, and Si Wang stared at that guy fiercely. He said awkwardly, "Xiao He, this is your son?" "Yes, Director." He Qingying forced a smile, and pulled Si Wang's sleeve, "Wang'er, why are you staring at him like this? This is the director of our branch post office. Hurry up and call him Uncle!" Si Wang shook his head stubbornly: "Let him take care of his eyes first." He Qingying understood what her son meant, and didn't want to argue with him, so she lowered her head and sighed, and cleaned up the towels and shampoo in the washbasin. He doesn't allow anyone near his mother. During the November holiday, He Qingying had to go to the post office every day to be on duty.One night, the new branch chief asked her to stay, took her to a restaurant for dinner, and forced her to drink.He said that he knew about He Qingying's difficulties. Her husband was missing, and her life and death were unknown. It was not easy to be alone with a child. Every day, loan sharks came to her door.The director is going to promote her to be the head of the counter, so that her income can be doubled, and there may be hope of repaying her debts.He praised He Qingying's beauty, this thirty-four-year-old woman, as long as she dresses up a little, she is very charming on the street.She resisted not daring to refuse until she was dizzy from drinking, and he said he was going to a hotel to rest.He Qingying stood up to leave, but was forcibly held back... In the middle of the night, she came home with disheveled hair, a strong smell of alcohol on her collar, blue lips, and a frighteningly pale face.The son hadn't slept yet, and was anxiously waiting for his mother to come home. He immediately helped her to lie down and poured a cup of hot water: "Mom, what's wrong with you?" "Wang'er, I'm fine, go to bed early." Si Wang covered his mother with a thick quilt, and was about to turn off the lamp in the bedroom, but found a deep bloodstain on her chin. "Is that bastard?" "Adults' affairs...children...don't worry about it..." Before he finished speaking, Si Wang saw the tears in her eyes. "Mom, your business is my business!" He hugged his mother tightly, almost crushing the bones of both of them, until she said out of breath, "Wang'er, it's not what you imagined! I didn't... Wang'er... I didn't..." Si Wang kissed her forehead: "Mom, don't worry, no matter what happens, Wang'er will definitely earn money to support you!" The next day, He Qingying lay on the bed with a high fever, only to find out later that something serious happened that day. It was her colleagues who told her——Si Wang rushed to the branch post office where his mother worked, just in time to see the wretched branch chief, a nine-year-old boy with a bloody spirit from somewhere, directly grabbed an abacus from the counter, and pointed it at the guy's head Throw it over... His head blossomed. 出事以后，何清影先是愤怒地责骂儿子，又拿起扫帚重重揍了他一顿，最后却把他抱在怀中亲吻：“望儿，妈妈知道你最爱我了！谢谢你！但不要再做This kind of thing!" She could no longer go to work at the post office, and was forced to submit a resignation report, which destroyed her ten-year job. Soon, Gu Qiusha knocked on the door unexpectedly and took away her hope from then on. Christmas Eve. He Qingying stood in front of this big house for three hours, her legs numb several times, and her cheeks were almost frozen. On the second floor, a curtain was pulled open suddenly, and the son's immature face reflected the light like a ghost, and anyone who saw it would shudder. She hurriedly hid in the bushes, and fled like a ghost in a grave.