Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 255 Is it worth it?

The atmosphere in the mourning hall was solemn and heavy.

Celebrities from the business and political circles came forward one after another to offer flowers and express condolences, and the black suits and white bouquets intertwined to create a solemn picture.

Shen Qianhe returned the gifts to every guest who came to express their condolences.

Shen Qianhe was busy in the mourning hall throughout the morning.

After the farewell ceremony, Shen Qianhe finally had a chance to breathe for a moment.

After lunch, she motioned to Gu Wanwan to push her to the bathroom. The wheels of the wheelchair rolled over the ground, making a slight sound.

As she approached the bathroom, she heard a low sobbing sound coming from inside.

Shen Qianhe raised his hand slightly, signaling Gu Wanwan to walk slower.

The two stopped outside the restroom and heard the conversation between Li Xiujing and Xie Lan, mother and daughter.

"It's all her! If it weren't for her, how could my brother......"

Xie Lan's voice was tearful, and her tone was full of resentment and unwillingness.

"Shut up!"

Li Xiujin scolded in a low voice, with a bit of suppressed anger in her voice, "Now is not the time."

Her eyes were cold, like a poisoned knife, staring fiercely at herself in mourning in the mirror.

Xie Lan was frightened by her mother's attitude. She lowered her voice, but still cried: "Mom, my brother...how could he..."

Li Xiujin clenched her fingers tightly around the edge of the sink, trying her best to suppress the anger and pain in her heart.

Shen Qianhe stood outside the door, his eyes calm, yet with a barely perceptible hint of coldness.

Gu Wanwan glanced at her and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to go in?"

Shen Qianhe shook his head, "No need, let's go."

......

The funeral ceremony began in the afternoon.

Shen Qianhe was slowly pushed by Gu Wanwan along the bluestone path towards the depths of the cemetery.

In the cemetery, the coffin containing Mr. Xie's ashes has been placed in the grave.

The black coffin was covered with a layer of white chrysanthemums, making it look particularly solemn.

"Mr. Xie has devoted his entire life to the Xie family. Today, we are here to bid him farewell..."

"Family members are invited to come forward and lay flowers."

Shen Qianhe was pushed to the front.

Gu Wanwan bent down and gently handed a bouquet of white chrysanthemums to her.

Shen Qianhe took the bouquet, and with the help of Gu Wanwan, he tried to stand up, and then gently placed the white chrysanthemums in front of Mr. Xie's tombstone.

On the other side of the cemetery, Wei Guan, dressed in black and leaning on a cane, stood quietly under an old tree, his eyes fixed in the direction of the tomb.

Also today, his mother's funeral was held.

Ironically, no one remembers.

In the empty mourning hall, he was the only one sitting there holding his mother's portrait and urn for the entire morning.

There were no wreaths, no elegiac couplets, no condolences, not even a soft sob.

The air conditioning in the mourning hall was turned on very high, and the chill spread from the soles of his feet and penetrated into his bones, but it was no match for the desolation in his heart.

That’s right, in this huge capital city, they, mother and son, are lonely.

No relatives, let alone friends.

The corners of Wei Guan's lips curled up in a self-deprecating arc, but his eyes were dead silent.

He suddenly felt a little dazed, time was torn apart at this moment, and memories came flooding back like a tide.

Just a few days ago, he drank chicken soup made by his mother.

At that time, with a gentle smile on her face, she brought a bowl of steaming soup to him and gently told him to drink it while it was hot.

At that time, she just said that she had to go out for something, and her tone was so relaxed as if she was just going downstairs to buy some vegetables.

Unexpectedly, when they met again, he saw his mother's body blown to pieces in the police station morgue.

He wanted to shout, but no sound came out; he wanted to cry, but no tears came out.

Why do we live in this life?

Wei Guan stood in the cold wind of the cemetery, this question constantly echoing in his mind.

In his memory, his mother was serious, depressed, unhappy, and even a little morbid and paranoid.

Her smile was always short and forced, and she would only force a smile at certain moments.

There was always a deep obsession in her eyes, like an endless flame that burned her to great pain and made him breathless.

She spent her entire life just trying to gain the old man's reputation.

She wanted to be buried in the family tomb with Mrs. Xie when she died honestly, rather than lying in a public cemetery as a lonely soul that no one remembered or mourned.

Her obsession was like an invisible chain, tightly wrapped around her heart and around him.

Her whole life seemed to be lived for this goal, but until the last moment of her life, she still had not waited for that status.

What about Wei Guan?

What is he living for?

Wei Guan closed his eyes and thought carefully about his life over the years.

He is more mature than other children of the same age. Since childhood, under the expectant gaze of his mother, he has strived to be the best in everything.

He remembered the rare smile on his mother's face when he got a perfect score on the test paper for the first time. Although it was short-lived, it made him feel that it was all worth it.

He remembered standing on the podium, holding the trophy in his hands, searching the crowd for his mother.

Only when she saw his report card and trophy would his mother smile for a moment. That smile was his only comfort.

His mother didn't expect much from him, only one.

That is to defeat Xie Jincheng and make the man he should call father pay attention to him.

This goal was like a mountain pressing on his shoulders, making it hard for him to breathe.

In order to achieve this goal, the mother and son's life abroad was boring and monotonous.

Day after day she cursed Xie Jincheng, cursing the woman who had been dead for many years.

And he just kept chasing, chasing, chasing...

He tried his best to catch up with the man who had never even looked at him.

He thought that as long as he was good enough and strong enough, his father would look at him more and his mother's smile would last a little longer.

However, the harder he pursued, the bigger the hole in his heart became.

Wei Guan suddenly felt that his life was absurd and ridiculous, like a carefully choreographed farce, and he was just a supporting role in this farce, or even an insignificant NPC.

All his life, he had been living for his mother's obsession, like a puppet pulled by invisible ropes, every step he took was heavy and tiring.

He tried his best and achieved brilliant results, but under the halo of that man - Xie Jincheng, his light was just a flickering flame, so faint that it was almost invisible.

Now, the person who spurred him to keep running is gone.

My mother left, taking with her a lifetime of obsession and unwillingness, and left forever.

Wei Guan stood in the cold wind of the cemetery. The wind was biting, but it could not resist the coldness in his heart.

He felt like a fallen leaf, rootless and adrift in the wind.

The fallen leaves will eventually fall to the ground, but what about him?

Where is his final destination?

He opened his eyes and his gaze fell on the gray sky in the distance.

The sky was low and the clouds were thick, as if they would come down at any time and completely drown him.

An indescribable fatigue surged up in my heart, like a weight that had been accumulated for years, finally bursting out at this moment.

He suddenly felt that he had never really lived for himself in his life.

"A bow."

"Two bows."

"Three bows."

"..."

The host's voice interrupted Wei Guan's thoughts.

"Mom, did you see that?"

He asked silently in his heart, his eyes falling on the tombstone of Mr. Xie in the distance.

In front of the tombstone, wreaths were gathered and the crowd stood solemnly.

"This is the man you have been waiting for your whole life, but he never gave you a legitimate status until his death..."

"Is it really worth it for you to do this?"