Old Injury - Chapter 56

Song Bai Lao stood on the edge of the cliff for a long time, until the sunlight turned a little bit of golden red, and my calf was a little sore, and he reluctantly retracted his gaze.

“Let’s go.” He took a weary step towards the villa.

I followed behind him without talking any further. Although he didn’t show much, I knew he was mad at me.

I wouldn’t be so sentimental enough to think he was angry because I didn’t leave anything. He blamed me, mostly because I emptied the pot of soil without saying a word.

His shadow was drawn very long under the setting sun. We walked one after the other, keeping a distance about two meters away. Every time I took a step, I could just step on his shadow.

This kind of game with shadows, I often play it. No need to communicate, no need to respond, I can play for a day by myself. Sometimes Song Bai Lao fell asleep, and I secretly played with his shadow.

His shadow is much better than him, and it will never get angry if I touch it.

Back at the mansion, Li Xun happened to come to get the documents, and Song Bai Lao led her to the study.

“Mr. Song, Attorney Wu wants to have a video call with you about the lawsuit with the Ruan family…” Li Xun talked about work as he walked, without wasting any time, the two of them soon disappeared at the corner of the stairs.

There may be too many things to discuss and no one comes down until dinner.

Facing a table of dishes, I had no appetite, so I stopped after eating half a bowl. He looked up and saw that there were grains of rice on the table in front of Song Mo. He was almost crying after eating, and the hand holding the spoon was still shaking.

He has just had the cast removed from his hand these two days and is undergoing rehabilitation. The physiotherapist said that the child is afraid of pain and may subconsciously not grab things with the injured hand. He wants us to urge him to use both hands as much as possible.

However, Song Mo is an unusual child. Since the physiotherapist told him that only by exercising more can he recover faster, he always eats with the injured hand. It naturally reminded me of Song Bai Lao’s appearance when he was whipped. I used to think that he was only similar to Song Bai Lao in appearance, but now I suddenly feel a little emotional, after all, father and son are father and son, Song Bai Lao resembles Luo Qinghe in some respects, and Song Mo can’t be completely free from Song Bai Lao’s influence.

These are “parents”, they become your original teachers, teach you your attitude towards the world, determine your three views, and influence your character.

“Momo, your hand is shaking, don’t use this hand again.” I pulled the spoon from Song Mo’s hand, wanting him to switch to the other hand.

Song Mo looked at me innocently: “But… the doctor said that I need to exercise more to get better and faster.”

“The doctor said to let you go step by step and take it slowly day by day, not to let you do everything with your injured hand all at once. “I sighed, “You will be counterproductive.”

He nodded, obediently taking the spoon with his other hand: “Then I’ll change, mom, don’t be unhappy, my sister will too. I’m not happy.”

I don’t know when, he decided that I must be pregnant with a “sister”.

I rubbed his head in a funny way: “I’m not unhappy, I’m just afraid that you will hurt yourself.”

After dinner, I played Ludo for a while with Song Mo, and watched two cartoon episodes. Aunt Jiu might be afraid I was tired, and had to coax Song Mo to sleep early.

Song Mo reluctantly held the corner of my clothes and looked at me timidly from bottom to top with big eyes. I understood what he meant, and offered to read him a bedtime story, promising to leave until he fell asleep.

He laughed all of a sudden, and said coquettishly, “Mom is the best!”

He still had a cast on his feet, so he couldn’t walk by himself in a short time. I wanted to take him back to the room, but Aunt Jiu quickly stopped him when she saw it.

“I’ll come, I’ll come, you can’t be careless now.” She picked up Song Mo and walked towards the bedroom.

Looking at her vigorous figure, I felt a little complicated in my heart.

This is treating me like a walking porcelain doll. I have lived such a long life and have never been treated like this.

Lying with Song Mo on the big soft bed, I took the storybook by the bed, turned to the page with the bookmark string, and said slowly, “If you want to be smart, you have to tell lies sometimes…”

I don’t know how many times I have read The Little Prince, but Song Mo has a soft spot for it. In his words, this was the first storybook Song Bai Lao read to him when he was “a child”, and he has always remembered it.

Speaking of which, he was my little fan before I married Song Bai Lao, and he also collected the video of me reading “The Little Prince” during the live broadcast. He is a five-year-old child, how did he accidentally click into my live broadcast room? After that, I didn’t watch him follow other people’s live broadcasts, it was like downloading Amber just for me.

“Momo, how did you watch my live broadcast?”

Song Mo was already a little drowsy, and he opened his eyes and said in a daze, “Just put it there…I saw it.”

I thought about it for a long time and didn’t know what he meant, had no choice but to give up the question.

After reading two pages, Song Mo fell asleep completely. I carefully tucked the quilt for him, and then went back to my bedroom.

I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, and the wind was blowing outside the window, making the branches and leaves in the forest rustling, as if the next moment was about to break down. I glanced at the clock, it was two o’clock in the morning, the other side of the bed was still empty, and Song Bai Lao didn’t come back.

Lying in bed these days, I have done a lot of homework, I know that sometimes the reaction during pregnancy is unreasonable, and it comes, just like now…

I suddenly feel sick in my stomach, and I have a strong urge to vomit almost in the next second, I immediately rushed into the bathroom and spit on the toilet, it was all bitter water.

After I vomited, I rinsed my mouth with water, rubbed my throbbing stomach, and planned to go downstairs to pour a cup of hot water.

Passing by the library on the first floor, I suddenly heard the sound of glass shattering inside. I stopped my steps, looked at the light from the crack of the door, and pushed the door hesitantly in.

There was a strong smell of alcohol, I frowned, and found Song Bai Lao under the warm yellow reading lamp.

He sat quietly on the sofa, alone and unhappy, with a book spread out on his lap, looking down at it.

As I approached, I realized that it was Song Xiao’s photo album, and the letter inside was taken out and placed on the coffee table.

I looked away with a guilty conscience, and found a broken wine bottle on the floor between the coffee table and the sofa. The liquor dyes the carpet and becomes the source of the strong alcohol smell.

Song Bai Lao raised his head slowly, saw it was me, and smiled: “You’re here…”

Some people’s face will become more and more red after drinking too much, while others will only become paler, Song Bai Lao is the latter.

I saw his pale face and lack of popularity, and his tone was extraordinarily sloppy, and I knew that he must have been drinking a lot.

Song Bai Lao raised the hardcover book on his knee to me, and pointed to the aisle on the coffee table: “This is a photo book published by my mother, those are the letters I wrote to him when I was a child. I miss him very much, but I don’t know what to do. How can I forgive him… Forgiveness is sometimes difficult…”

He was obviously drunk, and his speech was a little out of place.

“Go back to sleep, it’s late,” I said.

Song Bai Lao shook his head and suddenly asked me expectantly, “Ning Yu, do you hate me?”

I was speechless for a while, and was very caught off guard by this question. When he misunderstood me, of course I would complain, and even resent it. But now, what am I going to “hate” him for?

I haven’t answered for a long time, and I don’t know how to answer.

“You don’t hate me.” He stared into my eyes, and the dark eyes that were wet with drunkenness gradually dimmed, “You don’t love me, don’t hate me, you don’t have any feelings for me. You can like other man, but you doesn’t like me because I’ve done too many wrong things, because I’m not worth it, you can’t forgive me any more… Right?”

I wasn’t sure if he was really drunk, He was more logical now than when he was sober.

“You’re drunk.” I wanted to pull him up, but he grabbed my hand and dragged me onto his lap.

The photobook fell in response, making a dull sound on the carpet.

He hugged me tightly and buried his head beside my neck: “Even if I say sorry, you won’t forgive me…”

The hot breath spit on my skin, and I couldn’t help trembling. Hidden under the heavy smell of alcohol, the pheromone breath on his body just entered the nose, and it successfully calmed the discomfort in my stomach. Like a potion, it made me lean towards him more uncontrollably.

“How can you know if you don’t tell?” I closed my eyes.

The lip printed on the neck socket seems to form an arc: “I don’t want it.” He said in a low voice, “then I really… have nothing.”

I opened my eyes and was stunned for a long time. My heart suddenly and violently hurt for no reason.

“You will all leave me and leave me… I’m the only one…” he said stiffly, and his voice gradually disappeared in his sigh.

The body that hugged me became heavier a little bit. Seeing that he didn’t respond for a long time, I couldn’t help but push him.

“…Song Bai Lao?”

What answered me was the sound of deep breathing in my ears.

He actually fell asleep holding me like this?

I laughed and broke free of his restraints and helped him lie down on the sofa. He didn’t respond at all, like a Sleeping Beauty, letting me play with it the whole time.

Went to get a blanket to cover him, and cleaned up the broken wine bottles and photo albums on the ground. After doing all this, I knead my aching waist and looked at the Alpha sleeping on the sofa who knew nothing.

The warm yellow floor lamp cast our shadows on the opposite bookshelf, the thumb clasped the index finger, formed a circle, moved to the upturned nose on the bookshelf, and flicked the fingertips.

Clearly nothing was played, but I still laughed out loud. But when I turned back to see Song Bai Lao sleeping peacefully, the smile gradually subsided, and finally there was only a faint aftertaste left.

This time I reached out, and my fingertips fell directly to his cheek, carefully covering the side of his face.

“No.”

The sound of rain rang out one after another, making the library even more secluded.

I sat for another half an hour before I got up and went back to the bedroom.