novelraw Chapter 597 - 600: Shaocheng, I’m with you 1_1
Chapter 597 - 600: Shaocheng, I’m with you 1_1
Thump!
The loud sound of a solemn prostration echoed through heaven and earth!
Thump!
The loud sound of a solemn prostration knocked against the gates of heaven!
Yes, his mother, such a kind-hearted and gentle woman, would not fall into hell; only heaven could be a worthy place for her!
Thump!
The loud sound of his solemn prostration, a silent telling, could not exhaust his mother-son affection!
Thump!
The loud sound of his solemn prostration, life and death both beyond reach, could not fully convey his yearning for his mother!
Thump!
The loud sound of his solemn prostration, "Mom, how many bows do I owe you, how many times have I failed to call ’mom’, how many times have I failed to sweep your tomb, how many years of resentment did I owe you, I’m sorry... I’m sorry I only found out now... that you had already left this world."
Mom...
Why didn’t you tell me?
Why did you bear it all alone?
Why did you depart without letting your son see you off?
When you were sick, when your muscles were wasting away, your despair, your pain, your living nightmare... you bore it all alone. So, why did you give birth to me? Isn’t having a son meant for care in old age? Isn’t having a son meant for filial piety?
Why didn’t you let me know?
Why didn’t you let me, your son, and your husband accompany you in the last journey of life?
Mom...
I truly am the most unfilial person in this world. I never even noticed that my mother had long been replaced by someone else. That innate mother-son connection, I had none of it. How could I be so confused to call someone else ’mom’?
Leng Tong, standing to the side, watched as Gu Shaocheng continually prostrated deeply, and could no longer bear to look.
He had been kneeling without food or drink for 56 hours, if he continued to prostrate, the man would break.
Just a month ago, he had woken from a severe head injury, walking a month at the brink of death. His brain cannot withstand such severe prostration after just recently beginning recovery.
Leng Tong was infuriated and anxious on the side. At this moment, he truly didn’t know what to do.
Finally, after the last prostration, he could no longer bear it.
"Sir, please don’t do this, you’ve been kneeling for two days now. If you continue like this, you won’t be able to take it,"
"You fell seriously ill two months ago and your body can’t take this torment. Even if you don’t care about yourself, think about your mother. Seeing you punishing yourself like this from heaven, she would be heartbroken."
"Sir, I beg you, please stop prostrating!"
At that moment, not only Leng Tong, but all the personal guards knelt down as well.
All to plead for him to cherish his life.
He was their god. If he falls, their pillar of support would collapse as well.
"Sir, please stop prostrating, we beg you!"
"Sir, please stop prostrating, we beg you!"
"Sir, please stop prostrating, we beg you!"
Each plea louder and more desperate than the last.
But he wouldn’t listen, he didn’t stop for anyone’s words.
Kneeling straight, prostrating loudly.
All the tears, swallowed deep into his heart.
No one could understand his feelings;
No one could sympathize with his sentiment;
The hate he had carried towards his mother all these years, the countless harmful words he used to discredit her, only now did he realize that his resentment was misplaced...
Continuing to disrupt his mother’s peace even after her death, he personally exhumed her tomb, opened her coffin. Without punishing himself, he couldn’t overcome his guilt!
How many tears of regret streaked down his face!
How much sorrow was left unresolved!
How much pain could not be told!
How much love for his mother could not be concealed!
One of the subordinates pulled Leng Tong aside to talk.
"Leng Tong, I think our persuasion is useless, sir won’t listen to us. Let’s call his brothers from City E to persuade him? Only their words might be able to make him listen a little."