343 Mother’s Life Is So Bitter
In his dream, He Xun found himself inside a peculiar temple. He was sitting on a futon while facing a Buddha statue in front of him.
He Xun didn’t know what his purpose was. He couldn’t figure out why he was in that position.
All in all, everything was mysterious.
Why was he inside a temple?
Where was this place?
He Xun propped himself up and stood up. He looked around the temple, but there was no one around.
Even insects and birds couldn’t be heard.
He Xun turned around again to look at the Buddha statue that he didn’t pay attention to. Only then did he realize that this wasn’t a Buddha statue, but a Child-Giving Guanyin!
He Xun couldn’t help but frown.
Did he overdo it with the nagging? How could his desire to have a child intrude even on his dream?
Did he unconsciously want to beg the Child-Giving Guanyin?
“No, that’s not it.” At this time, a seemingly childlike voice could be heard out of nowhere.
He Xun was startled by the sudden response, but he didn’t show it. He said calmly, “Who are you?”
“It doesn’t matter who I am. I just want to have a few words with you,” the unknown person answered.
He Xun couldn’t determine the source of the sound at all. He looked around a few times, but he couldn’t find any clues.
Perhaps it was just a dream, so there would be no traces of evidence?
“Don’t look for me. You will not be able to see me,” the child said.
He Xun lowered his eyes. “You won’t even tell me who you are. Why should I listen to you?”
“Because you and I both have someone we want to protect,” the child expressed.
“We both want to protect someone?” He Xun frowned. The person he wanted to protect was naturally Chen Wei’er.
But who was this child?
Why did he also want to protect Chen Wei’er?
“Are you my child?” He Xun asked.
The air suddenly became silent.
After a few seconds, the voice replied, “I’m not.”
From his reply, He Xun could sense a trace of pain and regret. He couldn’t help but be curious.
Since he wasn’t his child, why did he want to protect Chen Wei’er?
What was this child’s purpose?
The child’s voice sniffled, and his breathing became apparent.
“I have already seen you, and you have also seen me.”
“Have we met before?” He Xun was utterly confused. He could count the number of children he had seen. The only one he could think of now was his second brother’s daughter, Youyou.
But Youyou was a girl, and this one was obviously a boy.
“Yes, we have met before, but you might have forgotten about it.” The little boy floated in the air, looking at the man he had only met once with a sorrowful expression.
“I might have forgotten,” He Xun repeated.
“Yes.” The boy’s voice was crisp and clear.
He Xun couldn’t understand what the child was saying at all.
“It doesn’t matter if you don’t remember me, but you know my mother. Her name is Chen Wei’er,” the boy explained.
When He Xun heard this, his body suddenly stiffened, and he broke out in a cold sweat.
He said in a trembling voice, “Are you that child?”
The child who had appeared in his dream. He was the child who had already taken form but was no longer breathing.
“I am.” The boy confirmed it.
He Xun’s breathing was rapid, and he tried his best to calm himself down. He suppressed the pain.
“What are you here for?”
The boy pursed his lips and spoke with a sobbing tone.
“My mother seems to have let me go… She won’t think of me anymore.”
He Xun opened his mouth, wanting to ask what the little boy meant.
The boy continued, “But I don’t blame her. It is what I wanted. I am the one who chose not to come to this world. How can I ask my mom to continue to be sad for me? However, I still feel uncomfortable. Mom has always missed me… But today, I can feel that she has let go… I’m deeply saddened that I can’t appear in this world and grow up in her arms…”
The little boy went quiet.
He Xun could only swallow before he finally found his voice after a long time.
“Perhaps you should know that your mother… She left with you.”
That was the dream He Xun was most unwilling to face. That dream brought him profound pain that he couldn’t breathe.
In the dream, he watched helplessly as Chen Wei’er closed her eyes in front of him, but he was helpless. He could only hold the dead child in his arms and cry silently beside her.
Every time He Xun thought of this dream, he felt devastated. He didn’t understand why Chen Wei’er would experience such a thing.
Why did he lose Chen Wei’er in his dream and let her suffer such a miserable experience in his dream?
When the boy heard this, he could not help but cry.
“I know… I didn’t want to do this…”