kingnovel Chapter 1112 Star Wish: Father
Chapter 1112 Star Wish: Father
When Su Xingya slowly woke up, her consciousness slowly returned like the tide, and her chaotic brain gradually became clear. She only felt weak all over, as if all her strength had been drained away.
Her eyelids felt as heavy as if they were weighed by a huge stone. It took a lot of effort for her to glance weakly at the bedside.
Gu Mingcheng and Ye Muxue were standing there with concerned faces, their eyes full of worry and care. She suddenly felt a wave of fatigue coming over her, and she didn't want to say anything more, so she closed her eyes again.
Ye Muxue was very attentive and noticed at a glance that something was wrong with the atmosphere. The air seemed to become sticky and oppressive. She made a prompt decision and immediately winked at her husband and son, signaling them to go somewhere else for a while so that Su Xingya could be alone.
Gu Mingcheng always listened to his wife, so he stood up and prepared to leave without saying a word.
But Gu Yunqian seemed to be nailed to the spot. His feet seemed to have taken root and he could not move. His eyes were fixed on the weak Su Xingya lying on the hospital bed, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him and his heart and eyes were filled with only her safety.
Seeing this, Ye Muxue was so anxious that she kept giving him urging looks, as if to say, "Don't make trouble, kid. Get out now!"
Gu Yunqian finally woke up as if from a dream, and walked out of the ward slowly, looking back every few steps.
Even so, at the moment of closing the door, his hands were still tightly gripping the door frame, his neck stretched as far as he could, looking reluctantly into the ward, his eyes full of worry and reluctance, as if he would lose the love of his life if he turned around.
Seeing his son like this, Gu Mingcheng pursed his lips helplessly, without saying much, he took a few steps forward, stretched out his big hand, grabbed Gu Yunqian's collar and walked out.
Gu Yunqian staggered because of this sudden action, his body leaned forward uncontrollably, and he was filled with embarrassment.
He was an adult after all, and it was too embarrassing to be carried away by his father in public. After struggling for several times, he finally broke free from his father's shackles and stood firmly on his feet.
He hurriedly looked around, his eyes frantically scanning the surroundings, and after confirming that no one had seen the embarrassing and awkward scene, he gradually calmed down his disordered mood.
Gu Mingcheng acted as if nothing had happened. He still didn't say a word, but just walked forward silently with steady steps.
Gu Yunqian, like a child who had made a mistake, followed him obediently with his head hung, feeling unhappy but not daring to show it.
The father and son walked in silence all the way to the rooftop, where a gentle breeze blew gently, like a pair of gentle hands, caressing their hair.
Gu Mingcheng was the first to break the silence. He reached into his pocket and took out a box of cigarettes. He opened it skillfully, then took out a cigarette and handed it to Gu Yunqian beside him, with a questioning and probing look in his eyes.
Gu Yunqian raised his hand to take the cigarette, pinched it lightly with his fingers, and turned it back and forth in his hand. After a moment, as if he had made some kind of decision, he slowly put it back, with a hint of determination in his eyes.
When Gu Mingcheng saw his son's behavior, he immediately smiled and said jokingly with some relief, "Are you going to quit smoking?"
The tone seemed to be teasing, but also seemed to be trying to find out his son's true inner thoughts, trying to break the subtle barrier between them...
Gu Yunqian pursed his lips and stood on the edge of the rooftop, like a frozen statue.
Today, he felt as heavy-hearted as if shrouded by dark clouds. Faced with many situations, he chose to respond in silence. Not saying a word was considered as his tacit acceptance of all the complications.
The breeze blew softly, like a pair of gentle hands, gently lifting the corner of his clothes, as if whispering, and as if trying to pry into the secrets hidden deep in his heart.
After a moment, as if pulled by some mysterious force, he slowly turned his head and looked at his father's profile.
Gu Mingcheng has an upright posture. Although the years have left deep or shallow marks on his face, they have also precipitated a unique temperament as steady as a mountain, which is the calmness and composure after experiencing vicissitudes of life.
The moment Gu Yunqian looked at his father, his parents' love story unfolded slowly in his mind like a long-treasured movie reel, replaying scene by scene.
He clearly remembered that his father's love for his mother was passionate and deep, and he loved his mother terribly.
Even though the torrent of fate hit them mercilessly, causing them to experience changes in identity and appearance, they always held each other's hands tightly, never left each other, and unwaveringly walked through the wind and rain, and walked hand in hand to this day.
Over the years, the trivialities and twists and turns of life have never stopped, but they have supported each other, helped each other, and turned their ordinary days into a romantic poem.
Gu Mingcheng spoiled Ye Muxue like a princess who was loved by everyone. He took care of all the affairs at home, big or small, without hesitation, just to make his mother smile happily all the time.
Witnessing his father's figure, Gu Yunqian's heart seemed to be ignited by a flame, and a surge of ambition and passion surged.
He secretly vowed that as their son, having inherited such affectionate blood, he would definitely surpass his father.
He longed to protect his beloved Su Xingya with all his strength, just as his father protected his mother, and give her a lifetime of stability and happiness, so that their love would be as solid as a rock and as bright as his parents'.
Gu Mingcheng seemed to have telepathic connection with his son. He noticed his son's gaze and turned his head. The eyes of the father and son met in the air and looked into each other's eyes.
However, Gu Mingcheng's mood at this moment formed a sharp contrast with his son's high morale, and there was a hint of depression in his eyes that was difficult to conceal.
He quietly looked at his son's young and resolute face. With just one glance, relying on years of father-son tacit understanding and his understanding of his son, he was able to see through his son's hidden thoughts.
In fact, Gu Mingcheng’s low mood was not because he doubted his son’s ability to be a good father.
He knew that Gu Yunqian was adept at business and decisive in decision-making, and could resolve crises with ease;
In life, he is also brave and resourceful, and handles problems neatly and efficiently, which is enough to demonstrate his outstanding ability and responsibility. What he is really worried about is that his son has made all the calculations, but in the end he still cannot keep Su Xingya's heart.
After all, for so many years, there seemed to be an invisible and tough barrier between Gu Yunqian and Su Xingya, and they had never really been together in both directions.
When they got married, Gu Yunqian was full of joy, with a beautiful vision of the future, thinking that he could start a new chapter of happiness, but Su Xingya's heart seemed to always be outside of this marriage;
The same is true today when we are facing such an important life juncture as having a child.
Even though time passed quietly and Gu Yunqian gave his all and put in countless efforts and hard work, the woman's heart was still like ice in the cold winter and had never been warmed up at all.
Gu Mingcheng really felt sorry for his son. He was afraid that he would not be able to bear the heavy blow he might face in the future. He couldn't bear to see his son go through the pain of having all his expectations come to nothing.
Gu Mingcheng's heart was surging at this moment, and his many thoughts were like surging tides, violently hitting his heart again and again.
But he suppressed his inner turmoil and said nothing. Just a look full of love, worry and warning was like a sharp blade, instantly separating his son's expression from his previous state.
The father and son are connected by blood and their hearts are connected. Sometimes, some things don't need to be expressed with words. A glance can be like a beam of light, penetrating the barriers of the soul and accurately reaching the softest corner of each other's hearts...