[Clearing the Clouds to See the Sun] 02

Author: Spring Hope
Published on the forum on 2016/9/17
Word Count: 3443
02 Mother and Son
When Sister Fen rushed out of the massage parlor, she saw the young man in the baseball cap squatting on the ground, dry heaving
. Clearly, Hei Zi hadn't held back in that punch.
"How are you? Do you need to go to the hospital?" Sister Fen rushed over and asked with concern.
But just as she reached out to help him up, he ruthlessly pushed her hand away again. The young man
roared, "Don't touch me!"
Hearing this angry, aggrieved, and resentful roar, Sister Fen's hand froze in mid-air. Her body
trembled slightly, and two streams of tears involuntarily welled up in her eyes, sliding down her cheeks and
finally gathering at her slightly rounded chin, forming large teardrops that silently fell to her feet.
"Dawei, let me explain, I, I..." Sister Fen clearly knew this young man, and he
held a very important place in her heart; otherwise, she would never have lost her composure like this. Overwhelmed with emotion,
she tried her best to explain, but she couldn't utter a single word. The regret in her eyes grew
stronger and stronger, to the point that she had to lower her head and dare not look at the young man squatting on the ground any longer.
"What's there to explain? Do you think I'm blind?" The young man gradually recovered, supporting himself on
his knees as he struggled to stand up. His voice trembled as he choked out, "So this is what you call work? This
is what you call working the night shift? Hah, I'm so stupid, so incredibly stupid. I was completely kept in the dark,
wasn't I? My dear, Mom, Mom."
Hearing the young man's words filled with extreme grief and indignation, Sister Fen was even more ashamed and couldn't lift her head. Yes, this
young man was her only son, Qin Dawei. Although she had known for a while that the truth would eventually come out, she
never imagined it would come so quickly, so suddenly, leaving her no excuse or opportunity to explain
. Faced with her son's accusations, she had no way to defend herself and could only lower her head even further.
Seeing his mother's silence, Qin Dawei felt increasingly desolate. He still clung to a tiny,
desperate hope that his mother would speak up for him, that she would denounce him for talking nonsense, that
she would tell him it wasn't true, that she was just... just here. What was she doing here?
Visiting? Even Qin Dawei himself didn't believe these excuses. He dared not tell his mother that he had seen her
emerge from one of the rooms, disheveled. He dared not tell her
how that disgusting fat woman had used lewd words to praise his mother before she appeared. Only today did he realize that
the kind, gentle, beautiful, and brave mother he admired was actually a promiscuous whore, a
shameless slut. The thought of how many men's penises his mother had so earnestly taught him filled Qin
Dawei with nausea. All the etiquette and morality his mother had instilled in him from childhood now seemed utterly
ridiculous.
Gritting his teeth and shedding tears, Qin Dawei silently struggled to lift his heavy left foot. Just as he took a step, he
heard his mother's mournful cries behind him.
"Dawei, don't leave Mommy, please, sob sob sob."
This heartfelt plea stirred Qin Dawei's heart. In his memory, his mother was an extremely strong
person. Even when she suffered the double blow of being laid off and losing her husband in her early years, she had never shown such
sadness and loss. She gritted her teeth and supported her son. Although he lost his father at a young age, under his mother's
meticulous care, Qin Dawei never felt that his childhood was more unfortunate than others. In
his young heart, the seeds of admiration and love for his mother had long been planted. After years of nurturing, the seeds
had grown into a vibrant, towering tree. But all his beliefs collapsed in an instant.
The seemingly indestructible towering tree crumbled as quickly as paper, leaving only a
vast and desolate wilderness in his heart.
Having finally suppressed the overwhelming turmoil in his heart, Qin Dawei felt utterly exhausted. He struggled
to lift his right foot, but his entire body felt like lead, and he barely
managed to move a fraction of a step with all his might.
Watching her son's stubborn back, Sister Fen tried to reach out and grab his shoulder, but at that
moment, the psychological impact on her was no less than on her son. If Qin Dawei's legs were
made of lead, then Sister Fen's arms were. Being discovered by her son for engaging in prostitution had
utterly humiliated her, stripping her of her maternal authority. Unable to muster even a shred of her maternal strength, she
could only resort to the most humble pleas to try and salvage what seemed like an impossible possibility.
Inch by inch, watching her son walk away with slow, determined steps, relentlessly into the distance,
Sister Fen's heart was filled with unbearable grief. She wished she could die immediately. A torrent of tears completely blurred
her vision, and a self-deprecating smile appeared on her sorrowful face. Looking up at the gloomy, dark night sky, an
endless weariness and pain suddenly welled up within her.
She was exhausted, utterly exhausted. Since her husband's death, she had constantly felt
a double weariness, both physically and mentally. The only solace she had received was her son's innocent smile and his obedient, considerate nature
. Unconsciously, her son had become her last pillar of support. And now, with this last
pillar collapsed, the woman felt there was nothing left in the world worth cherishing. Death, which everyone feared, had become
the release she most longed for.
Amidst the horrified screams of those nearby, a speeding car screeched to a halt. The driver, despairing,
watched the woman suddenly dart out from the side of the road, cursing his bad luck—out on his way to a brothel, he
'd run into a suicidal lunatic. Just as the front of his car was about to strike the poor woman, a
dark figure suddenly lunged from the side, catching her in a split second and tumbling into the nearby greenbelt
.
"Screech..." The car finally came to a stop. The driver, drenched in a cold sweat, jumped out and rushed over...
Seeing the two still tightly embracing, he couldn't help but burst into a tirade.
"Get out!" Qin Dawei roared hoarsely, his mood extremely agitated.
The driver was startled by the sudden shout. When he saw the murderous glint in the young man's eyes
, he involuntarily swallowed the curse that was on the tip of his tongue. Glancing at the
gathering crowd around him, the driver could only spit angrily, mutter a curse under his breath, and get back into the car
and drive away.
Seeing the crowd surging in, Qin Dawei, somewhat ashamed and annoyed, whispered to his mother, who was still clinging to him
, "Let go."
Having just escaped death, Sister Fen was unwilling to let go of her son, whom she had just regained. Not only did she not let go,
but she hugged him even tighter. She was afraid that if she let go, she would lose him completely. She was not afraid of death, but
the only thing she could not accept was the departure of her son.
Seeing his mother's pitiful, tear-streaked face, Qin Dawei, even with a heart of stone, couldn't harden his resolve.
In that instant, memories of the past ten years he and his mother had shared, relying on each other for survival, flashed through his mind. Growing up without
a father, he inevitably suffered bullying from other children his age. Whenever he was most heartbroken, only his mother
's warm embrace and gentle comforting words could bring him unparalleled security. Later, as he grew older
, his mother worked tirelessly to create a good living and learning environment for him. Whenever he saw
his mother's exhaustion after work, Qin Dawei felt an overwhelming sense of emotion and self-reproach. He constantly dreamed
of creating a prosperous and comfortable life for his mother with his own hands. Thinking of these
dreams, Qin Dawei could no longer hold back his tears.
A man doesn't easily shed tears, except when he's truly heartbroken. When salty tears fell like broken pearls
onto Sister Fen's face, her heart shattered completely. In her memory, her son had only cried a few times during his early childhood; he
had never shed a tear before. Although young, he was very sensible and understood early on that he shouldn't cause his mother too much trouble
. From childhood to adulthood, her son always considered himself a little man. While other children were still clinging to their parents and acting spoiled,
he was already helping with simple chores at a young age. Several times when he was seriously ill... When she was unable to get out of bed,
her young son would stay by her side and take good care of her. He would also try his best to cook for her, even though the food was
not very palatable. In Fenjie's heart, it was the best food that no delicacy could compare to. In addition to
being sensible in life, he never had to worry about her studies. The certificates he received from childhood to adulthood could not be covered on two walls
. He went to key provincial high schools and was in the best class. Not long ago, good news came that
he was very likely to be admitted to Jinling University, a key national university, without taking the entrance examination.
Fenjie's greatest pride in her life is her son's outstanding performance. Although she is now engaged in the lowly profession of prostitution,
no matter how hard or tiring it is, Fenjie's heart is filled with sweetness. She also has a dream: to make the most of her remaining
beautiful years and earn a large sum of money with her body to pay for her son's future high tuition fees, living expenses, and
overseas study fees. She doesn't want her son to struggle at the bottom of society like she did for the rest of his life. She wants
him to be among the elite. For this goal, she is willing to become a stepping stone for her son's success, even if it
means sacrificing herself.
Mother and son, each lost in their own sorrows, broke down in tears, embracing each other.
It took Qin Dawei a while to recover. Looking at his still heartbroken mother, his resentment subtly lessened
. Not wanting to be watched any longer, he softly said to his mother again, "Let go, get up." Seeing that
she still didn't respond, he added, "I won't leave."
Hearing this, Sister Fen hesitantly released her arms from her son's waist. Seeing him get up, she
tried to stand up as well, but cried out in pain as soon as she lifted her foot.
The mother's scream startled Qin Dawei. Seeing her clutching her calf in pain, he quickly bent down to check
. It turned out she had accidentally scraped her calf on the curb, injuring a large area of skin. Fortunately, she was wearing
a skirt; otherwise, the wound would have stuck to her pants, causing even more pain. Her ankle was also swollen and red, indicating a
sprain.
Seeing that it was just a superficial injury, Qin Dawei breathed a sigh of relief, whispered that it was nothing, and then helped his mother to her feet .
Sister Fen, half-weak, leaned on her son's shoulder as he helped her push through the crowd and flag down a taxi to
head home.

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