Chapter 463: Chapter 463
What it’s like to have a mother like Zhou Xiaochu, Su Lu could not comprehend.
She was fortunate; her mother was so wonderful that every ti she thought of the word “mother,” the image of Zhao Ying would automatically co to mind, and instantly, the word seed to soften.
But not everyone is so lucky.
Su Lu rembered that just a few days ago, she scrolled past a short video. It was a young mother slapping her two-month-old daughter dozens of tis, even covering the child’s mouth and nose to watch her suffocate for a mont before letting go, all captured on film.
The child’s heartbreaking cries in the video were so distressing to listen to for Su Lu!
She was a mother herself; those who are mothers can’t bear to see things like this. It’s unsettling to watch.
But this proves that there really are all kinds of mothers in this world. There are those like Su Lu, those like the woman in the short video, those like Zhao Ying, and those like Zhou Xiaochu.
Bo Jingshen was unlucky to have Zhou Xiaochu as a mother.
The words Bo Jingshen just said were true; he indeed had never been able to act like a child in front of Zhou Xiaochu.
Never, Zhou Xiaochu blad all her misfortunes on others.
And Bo Jingshen, unfortunately, fell into that category of ‘others’ in Zhou Xiaochu’s mind.
She blad Jing Ce for not taking responsibility, not wanting to marry her, and even trying to harm her to cause a miscarriage. She blad Jiang Yan for not dying early enough, and also blad Jiang Yan for deciding to marry her off to a long-haul truck driver. She resented this Bo surna driver for being a toad lusting after swan at.
Then she started blaming Bo Jingshen, blaming him for his lack of fighting spirit, blaming him for not being excellent enough, and therefore not being able to gain Jing Ce’s favor, which prevented her from gaining status through her son.
“What a joke, my father never being a father, and my mother never being a mother. On the contrary, my foster father, a man without any significant skills, a long-haul trucker, also plain in appearance, not as attractive as Zhou Xiaochu, or as successful as Jing Ce, acted more like a parent than they ever did.”
When Bo Jingshen talked about elders, his expression was always cold.
But when he spoke of that ordinary foster father, his eyes and tone would turn soft.
“He must have been very good to you,” Su Lu said gently, caressing his hand, as if hoping that Bo Jingshen’s emotional wounds could also be soothed like this.
The healing of a person’s childhood takes a lifeti, and this phrase couldn’t be more true.
Bo Jingshen humd in agreent, “Quite good. He didn’t have children of his own, and though he clearly knew I wasn’t his flesh and blood, he never minded treating as if I were his own son.”
Bo Jingshen smiled, “My mom’s mood was very unstable. Sotis, she would hit for no reason. My dad was very protective of . He was a mild-tempered man who didn’t dare argue with my mom. Whenever she was in a bad mood and wanted to hit , he’d just hold , shielding .”
Although what he spoke of was a painful past, there was a smile on Bo Jingshen’s face.
Su Lu felt uneasy listening to this, but seeing the smile on Bo Jingshen’s face, she thought that what she heard was about Bo Jingshen being beaten, yet what Bo Jingshen might prefer to rember is how his foster father protected him, shielding him from his mother’s beatings, right?
“He drove long-haul trucks, shared a rig with a friend, running a trip then taking a break. When he was resting at ho, he’d play with , take out, and I’d be so happy. When he was on the road, I had to stay ho with my mom alone, and that made unhappy.”
“If my dad wasn’t there, my mom wouldn’t even feed ; I passed out from hunger a few tis. After my dad found out, every ti he left for a trip, he’d prepare several days’ worth of als and tell how to reheat them so I could eat by myself.”
“The problem with eating was solved, but my mother’s beatings weren’t. One ti when my dad was away, my mom hit so hard and I was so scared that I ran out of the house; I didn’t dare go back. After my dad hurried back, whenever I had a break from school, he’d take along even if he was driving the truck.”
“So I followed him on his trucking routes and ended up visiting quite a few places. Although each was just a brief glimpse, it was still interesting. Eating boxed lunches at roadside diners was fun, and having grilled sausages and tea eggs at service areas was also interesting.”
Bo Jingshen spoke of things Su Lu had never heard before.
She had only heard him ntion vague details; she had never heard these specific incidents, so she couldn’t help but listen very attentively, feeling grateful that there was such a person in his life, soone who provided warmth and companionship during the most vulnerable stage of his childhood.
Soone who gave him many fond mories, ensuring that he wouldn’t need to spend a lifeti healing from his childhood.
Bo Jingshen said, “When it cos to being a father, I’ve taken all my cues from how my dad was with . I’m thankful he was my father. If I had grown up with Jing Ce, who knows what I might have turned out to be–then my son would truly be pitiable.”
So he could never change his family na, even though Zhou Xiaochu had brought it up many tis to no avail.
He bore the na Bo, not Jing.
He was the son of that long-distance bus driver; that was true in the past, it remains true now, and it will hold true in the future.
“So…” Su Lu said softly.
“Hm?” Bo Jingshen looked at her.
“Have you thought of a na for our son?” Su Lu asked.
Bo Jingshen was taken aback and cleared his throat.
Of course, he always rembered Su Lu saying that she wanted Zhao Xiaole to take his surna, but since she never ntioned it again, Bo Jingshen felt it wasn’t right to bring it up.
When Zhao Xiaole was born, he indeed hadn’t done enough, so even if Su Lu truly didn’t want Xiaole to take his surna, Bo Jingshen had no objections.
Thus, since Su Lu didn’t bring it up again, neither did Bo Jingshen.
But now that Su Lu had ntioned it, Bo Jingshen cleared his throat before responding, “I… actually have thought of a na. How does Bo Yuanchuan sound to you?”
Su Lu shrugged her shoulders, “I think it’s fine. Just agree on it with your son. You can tell by the casual way I nad him that I’m no genius at coming up with nas.”
Bo Jingshen smiled at her and said, “Thank you.”
Thank you for still being willing to love .
Thank you for letting our son recognize .
Bo Jingshen went to the restroom, took care of his needs, washed and dried his hands just as his phone started to vibrate in his pocket. He took it out, and the number on the screen made him furrow his brows.
Sotis you really can’t jinx it.
Looking at Zhou Xiaochu’s number on the screen, Bo Jingshen paused for a mont, took a deep breath, and answered the call.
Imdiately, Zhou Xiaochu’s sarcastic voice ca through.
“A son is born to the suffering of his mother,” Zhou Xiaochu sneered. “What, if I don’t call you, do you forget you have a mother like ?”
Bo Jingshen remained silent, listening quietly.
Not getting a response from him, Zhou Xiaochu continued, “You’re out and about, yet you don’t co to see , nor do you get in touch.”
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