Re-engraving the Spring - Chapter 37

Chi Qiu held his hand and didn’t dare to touch his back again. He put Lu Ming’s slightly cold hand to his lips, and kept exhaling and rubbing, trying to use this clumsy way to get Lu Ming warm.

Lu Ming was choked by the murky air and coughed hard, coveting Chi Qiu’s warmth like a child: “Can you hold me…” He asked weakly, but his eyes never opened.

Chi Qiu said, “I’m afraid of pressing your wound.”

Lu Ming did not seem to listen to what he was saying, but just kept pleading: “Can you hold me, can you not leave me …” He whispered and gasped, his tears wetting his hair.

Since the death of Lu You, Lu Ming had not shed a single tear. He built an airtight space for his heart and put in all the sadness and happiness associated with it.

The only thing left behind was the hatred for Lu Rongtian who destroyed their mother and son.

It didn’t matter if he didn’t have those memories, Lu Ming just needed to know what he needed to do.

He clearly understood that it was time for him to return to his country, to snatch away everything that Lu Rongtian and Zhen Zhen longed for.

It was them who had caused Lu You’s misery, and it was them, too, who had driven themselves to a dead end and turned themselves into the people who had crushed Lu You’s last straw.

Since there was no other way in the world to punish them, then Lu Ming would have to rob them of what they cared about most.

Elder Lu’s unfulfilled wish for Elder Chi became the key to Lu Ming’s past.

He found Chi Qiu, the poor little blind man, who actually appeared in the information of his investigation.

Looking at the photo comparison between Chi Qiu and the Chi family’s old man when he was young, Lu Ming indifferently unwrapped a new envelope of information. He took out more photos of Chi Qiu’s life from inside and watched them carefully.

Looking at the quiet and gentle Chi Qiu in the photo, Lu Ming felt as if he had seen this man before, yet he didn’t seem to have the slightest impression of him.

The private detective told him, “This young master Chi has been looking for you, he wants to contact you.”

And those simple words told Lu Ming that he and Chi Qiu had a past. If he needed to, he could easily make the simple Chi Qiu fall deep into himself, unable to extricate himself.

So he immediately returned to China and deliberately created the scene of his reunion with Chi Qiu.

The moment he saw Chi Qiu’s tears in his eyes and hugged him tightly, Lu Ming reassured: it doesn’t matter if he can’t remember.

Anyway, what Chi Qiu wanted was just to be with him. He could give it, he could even take care of Chi Qiu all his life.

Chi Qiu liked him, loved him, and he would not be the second Lu Rongtian.

This was an incomparably stable marriage, far more lasting than Lu You’s vigorous love and was not easy to decay.

But now, Lu Ming was in pain.

He kept remembering Lu You’s persecution, kept remembering the fragmented sounds in the garden——

Lu You’s frantic roaring threat gradually overlapped with the promise made by someone in the garden.

In his dream, he saw in horror that the seventeen-year-old himself was standing in front of the bathtub, watching helplessly as his mobile phone and computer were smashed by Lu You and thrown into the bathtub full of water.

Lu You laughed loudly and hideously tore up the gifts he had prepared for Chi Qiu, chewing and swallowing them in front of him before vomiting.

Lu You also hid his passport and warned him, “Didn’t Mom say? You can’t leave! None of us can leave!”

All things considered, Lu Ming took two steps back, and then two steps back again, horrified and disgusted: “I hate you…I hate you!” He left that room angrily, he had nowhere to go.

In the end, he honestly went to the hospital to get Lu You’s medicine for this month, and walked aimlessly on his way home.

He saw a few children around him running past with kites, free and easy, as if there was no trouble at all. Lu Ming tilted his head up and looked at the sky, his dark circles under his eyes made him look not a bit energetic.

He mumbled something to himself and lowered his head to the empty road, not knowing who he was talking to.

The twenty-seven-year-old Lu Ming heard his seventeen-year-old self say this: “I want to come back, I want to see you so much.”

Want to see you, thinking that when we meet, can you give me a hug?

So, at this moment, Lu Ming rested on Chi Qiu’s lap, his eyes blurred. He repeated the wish he had when he was seventeen years old and sadly asked Chi Qiu: “Can you give me a hug?”

Chi Qiu no longer hesitated and no longer afraid, he hugged Lu Ming tightly.

Lu Ming still said: “I want you to hold me, I’m so uncomfortable.”

“I’m holding you, I’m holding you.” Chi Qiu cried.

Perhaps his cries were too pitiful, which provoked the weak Lu Ming to turn his gaze to him. Having gotten the hug he dreamed of, Lu Ming finally gradually came to his senses.

The nightmare was very long, but fortunately, Lu Ming was used to sealing up his painful memories.

Lu Ming’s lips were dry. Having just woken up from Lu You’s entanglement and looking at Chi Qiu’s tear-streaked face, he thought for a moment in a trance that he was still in a dream.

He tried to call out, “Chi Qiu?”

“I’m here!” Chi Qiu touched Lu Ming’s face and asked in a hoarse voice, “How are you? Where does it hurt? Is it your back? When I hold you like this, does it really hurt? Lu Ming, you need to tell me if it hurts…” His series of questions were intermittent, which became a series of notes in Lu Ming’s ears.

“Lu Ming, don’t be afraid, no matter what, I’ll stay with you.” He sniffled and suppressed his sobbing voice, “We will always be together, we said so before.”

Chi Qiu’s voice was not pleasant to hear at the moment; it burst into Lu Ming’s empty thoughts and woke him up in the midst of an endless nightmare.

Perhaps, from hell to earth, one second was enough.

Rescuers finally arrived, the four people trapped were soon rescued.

Lu Ming was the most seriously injured and was put on a stretcher.

Although Chi Qiu injured his arm, in the predicament of depression, he spent too much effort and didn’t have the strength to stand up by himself. With the help of paramedics, he was eventually put on a stretcher too.

From a distance, he saw a furious Ji Yanchen rushing over from the crowded people outside: “What kind of theater is this! The building can still collapse ah! Is there any problem?”

It turned out that the news of the collapse of the theater corridor was soon posted on the internet. After Ji Yanchen saw it, he rushed over. He and the rescuers arrived at about the same time.

Seeing Chi Qiu covered in blood, Ji Yanchen drew a breath of cold air. He closely followed Chi Qiu’s stretcher, his face was white as he took care of Chi Qiu, stammering: “It’s okay, it’s okay, you, don’t be afraid.”

Chi Qiu was not afraid at all: “Where is Lu Ming?”

“He’s in the ambulance in front of you, don’t worry, I’ll accompany you.”

Chi Qiu settled down and gently asked Ji Yanchen: “Yanchen, my rose is still on the ground, can you help me take it?”

Lu Ming gave it to him, he was reluctant to leave it behind.

When Ji Yanchen turned his head, he saw that the bouquet of roses had already been crushed to the point where it was out of shape and had been accidentally stepped on by the rescuers. He didn’t say anything, rushed over, grabbed it, and got into the ambulance.

T/N: It’s a bit late today. Sorry everyone!