Chapter 260 Let Her Die
When I saw Han Zhiyuan's mother leaning on a high wooden stool by the door, supporting herself with her right hand on the middle of a crutch, looking at her gray hair, beads of sweat on her forehead, and two legs that could never touch the ground ...
He seemed to hear someone crying behind him, silently and yet extremely sad.
At this moment, Zheng Xiuheng suddenly realized that everything was different from what he had imagined. Pain that he had not experienced personally could never be truly understood, just like others would not know the loneliness in Zheng Xiuheng's heart, just like Zheng Xiuheng did not understand Han Zhiyuan's pain and persistence.
Living like a normal person is like her last bit of self-esteem, but her fragile self-esteem is completely shattered because of Zheng Xiuheng's kindness.
At this moment, Zheng Xiuheng already regretted it. Perhaps he really shouldn't interfere in other people's family affairs.
But Zheng Xiuheng still entered Han Zhiyuan's home, and in the strange atmosphere, he took Han Zhiyuan's hand and walked in. Han Zhiyuan's mother was full of confusion and nervousness, and even looked a little inferior. Perhaps she thought of something, and she seemed very restrained when talking to Zheng Xiuheng, and always looked at Han Zhiyuan's eyes.
Han Zhiyuan lowered her head, her expression still expressionless. Han's mother also felt a little strange, but did not ask anything.
However, Zheng Xiuheng lost his usual composure in this situation. His mind suddenly went blank and he didn't know what to say.
"Excuse me, who are you?" Finally, Han Zhiyuan's mother couldn't help but ask, with a cautious expression.
Zheng Xiuheng couldn't say anything big at this moment. Under such circumstances, he felt that everything he had considered before coming here would continue to bring harm to the two people in the room.
For the first time, Zheng Xiuheng understood many things and understood why Zheng Xiuyan said that. It turned out that if there is no communication between people, even if they are biological fathers and sons or sisters, it is impossible to understand each other. If there is not even the most basic understanding, how can we understand the other person's mood, feelings, and what the other person needs?
In fact, this is not the first time that he has considered other people's problems and feelings from his own perspective. Perhaps good results always outweigh bad results. Even if a sister hates him, Zheng Xiuheng does not really think that he has done anything wrong. At least he has never doubted his starting point.
But this time it seems to be wrong...
"I am……"
“Ah, ah, ah!”
A strange sound came from the room next door, and Han Zhiyuan's face finally showed a reaction. The right hand that was held by Zheng Xiuheng jumped violently, and suddenly she held his big hand, and then...
"hiss!"
It felt as if Han Zhiyuan's nails were digging into his flesh. Zheng Xiuheng turned his head in astonishment, but was greeted by a pair of red eyes.
Han Zhiyuan bit her lower lip as if her face was about to explode. The sound seemed to be her death warrant. Her expression could even be described as hideous.
"Ah, Zhiyuan...you, you guys sit down first, I'll go see Xiaoxiang." Han Zhiyuan's mother didn't dare to face her daughter's appearance at all, so after she said that, she hurriedly turned around and walked inside on her crutches, not even caring about Zheng Xiuheng, the guest.
"Let her die!"
“Boom!”
Han Zhiyuan's mother stood there in a daze, her crutches shaking violently due to her body shaking. Zheng Xiuheng seemed to be a blank person at this moment, and he didn't know whether he should go forward to help Han Zhiyuan's mother.
"I've had enough!"
"fed up!"
"I've had enough of this kind of life. The doctor has already said there is little hope. So let it be. Wouldn't it be better to just die like this?"
The atmosphere was terribly depressing and filled with sadness.
Zheng Xiuheng stared at Han Zhiyuan blankly. But in the eyes of this girl, there was no shadow of him as an outsider at all. Only her right hand that had scratched his palm and bled represented her inner struggle.
"It turns out that I am not God at all, but just a clown!"
For the first time, Zheng Xiuheng felt that his behavior was as ridiculous as a clown. He had inserted himself into the other person's world without knowing anything at all, and had also caused a girl endless pain.
Han Zhiyuan's mother couldn't calm down at all, and the ringing sound in the house did not disappear. After a while, Han Zhiyuan's mother supported herself with crutches with a shaking body and walked slowly inside without saying a word. However, Zheng Xiuheng could clearly see the water drops falling on the ground.
"Let me go!"
A voice as cold as the severe winter sounded in Zheng Xiuheng's ears. Turning his head and looking at the indifference and pain in Han Zhiyuan's eyes, Zheng Xiuheng subconsciously let go of Han Zhiyuan's hand, and Han Zhiyuan also let go of him, then turned and walked towards another room.
Zheng Xiuheng was the only one left in the living room. Everything seemed so redundant. He was not even a guest in someone else's home.
But even so, Zheng Xiuheng couldn't help but walk forward, slowly walked to the front door, and looked at the scene inside the house. Zheng Xiuheng's pupils shook violently, and the painful memories and unspeakable guilt at this moment came to his heart.
The sunlight after four o'clock is no longer so strong. It should be said that the sunlight after four o'clock and the sunlight at ten o'clock in the morning are the best and gentlest for the human body.
The sunlight outside the window filled the room. Zheng Xiuheng looked at the girl lying on the bed, the objects covered with white cloth beside her, the cabinets, sinks, and instruments on the right...
Perhaps the only thing that was different for Zheng Xiuheng at this moment was the person on the bed and the scenery outside the window.
"call!"
Zheng Xiuheng lit another cigarette, his heart completely unable to calm down. At this moment, he had actually figured out why Han Zhiyuan's attitude was so firm.
Her experience was no less than mine, and she was even more mature than me, and she seemed to have fully integrated into this society. But that was not the point. The point was what I could do to help her.
Restoring Han Ji-won's mother's legs? Resurrecting his sister Han Ji-hyang?
Perhaps only these two things could move Han Zhiyuan and make her let go of her last bit of self-esteem .
But there is no doubt that he could not do any of them, and even plunged Han Zhiyuan's family into a more painful abyss.
The number of cigarette butts on the ground is slowly increasing, and time is slowly passing.
At the same time, Lee Jong-min and Lee Ji-mi from MBC were going crazy. They didn't arrange a substitute DJ today, and they couldn't contact Jung Soo-heng until 11 o'clock. Even Han Ji-won didn't come to the company yet. They couldn't get through to either of them. This was simply a life-threatening situation.
This resulted in Yoo Hee-yeol, who had finally gotten a chance to rest early, rushing to MBC to put out the fire.
“Ahhh!”
A little creature jumped onto Zheng Xiuheng's leg and made a cry. At this moment, Zheng Xiuheng's attention was finally diverted a little. He lowered his head and looked at Bai Xiaoxiao who quickly jumped onto his shoulder. Zheng Xiuheng asked calmly, "Xiao Baibai, do you think our life was happier before, or is it better now?"
"Aoao!" Bai Xiaoxiao stretched out his little paws, scratched Zheng Xiuheng's temples twice, called out twice, then jumped onto Zheng Xiuheng 's head and lay down quietly.
"Can't understand!"
Zheng Xiuheng sighed lightly and threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground. Looking at the empty cigarette box beside him, his mood did not change at all.
"Let her die!"
That voice sounded in my mind again, and there was no way to erase that little figure from my mind. I was like this at one time. Almost one-third of my life, except for sleeping time, was spent like this. And that mother's tears always fell into my heart. Maybe I really shouldn't mess it up.
“Ahhh!”
"It hurts, stop grabbing my hair!"
The little claws started scratching his head again, interrupting Zheng Xiuheng's thoughts.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
Zheng Xiuheng reached out and grabbed the little guy, looking at it dancing with a surprised expression. Is this guy really talking?
“Ouch!”
Looking at Bai Xiaoxiao biting him, Zheng Xiuheng's face instantly fell. He realized that he was the fool.
"The stinky fox is looking for death!"
“Ahhh!”
Seeing the little fox trying to escape from the crime scene, Zheng Xiuheng stood up angrily, but only for a moment. He sighed again, turned his head to look at the bright building in the distance, then raised his head and looked at the sky again.
The night sky was very beautiful, and Zheng Xiuheng was trying hard to recall something in his mind...
"A man should understand responsibility and not always put the blame on others. Making mistakes is not terrible. What is terrible is that you always think that the mistakes are made by others. Dad doesn't want you to be that kind of person, so take the beef pie made by mom to Grandma Oli's house. This is your apology gift for stealing Grandma Oli's chocolate. My son, you have to be a man, do you understand?"
"call!"
“It’s decided!”
Even though Zheng Xiuheng no longer cares about the word "man", his father is right. He should understand his responsibilities. Since it is his own mistake, he should naturally solve it himself.
After making the decision, Zheng Xiuheng finally felt at peace.
Leaving the balcony, Zheng Xiuheng returned to the living room with a smell of cigarette smoke all over his body. He glanced at the two girls who were still in the living room, checked the time and said, "It's getting late, go back to your rooms and get some rest!"
"Brother!" Krystal called out nervously, she was very worried about her brother.
Zheng Xiuheng sniffed his sleeves and tried his best to force a smile: "You smell too bad, I'm going to take a shower first, you two girls should rest soon, tomorrow is Monday!"
After that, Zheng Xiuheng went back to the room to find some clothes to change. Zheng Xiujing and Jin Hyunya looked at each other. Although they were still curious and worried, they finally breathed a sigh of relief. After turning off the TV, they went to the bathroom to relieve themselves, and then returned to the bedroom.
It was already 0:20 when Zheng Xiuheng came out of the shower. He returned to the room and turned on the radio. Zheng Xiuheng listened quietly to Yoo Hee-yeol's hosting. Through the radio, he knew that many viewers were asking him where he had been, and many people asked if he was sick. Although Zheng Xiuheng knew that these were specially selected messages, it was enough to make him relax a little and feel a little warmth in his heart.
