Father came back soon, followed by two white-clothed nurses, a man and a woman. He doesn't want their help.
This stubborn old man!
Lu Qingfan went up to meet him and whispered, "Father, Jiyu is back."
Father looked up, and I saw a pair of cloudy and old eyes. Eyes never lie, until now I really believe that my father is really old, in the years I don't know.
I was not by his side.
I felt guilty and called him, "Dad."
My father looked at me, the momentary excitement flashed in his eyes, then he calmed down, and he returned to the smelly and hard old man in my memory.
"I have severed the father-son relationship with you, you still have the face to come back, get the hell out of Pei's house!" He yelled at me angrily.
But his body couldn't bear such intense emotions, and the nurse behind him immediately rushed forward to support his father, "Mr. Pei, please calm down!"
My father pushed the nurse away, and he threw the cane at me, hitting me on the forehead.
"Unfilial son, get out!"
I took a step back, clutching my forehead, watching Lu Qingfan step forward to support his father, and went back to the bedroom surrounded by a group of medical staff, but there was nothing I could do.
I sat downstairs in the living room for a long time, when a young maid secretly looked at me.
There was a big swelling on my forehead, and the pain was so painful that I wanted to take out an aspirin to relieve the pain.
Lu Qingfan finally came down from upstairs. He stretched out his hand as if he wanted to touch my forehead, but he retracted it halfway, thinking I didn't notice it.
He doesn't even dare to be aboveboard when he cares about me. Is he afraid that I will pester him because of his little comfort
"Father, he didn't mean it. He has been in a bad mood recently." He said.
"I know." How could I not know my father, with a bad temper and a straight face all day long.
When I was young, I always thought he didn't like me, and secretly asked my mother if I was picked up from the street, so my father never smiled at me gently.
My mother couldn't laugh or cry, hugged me in her arms, and said softly, "Why doesn't Dad like Xiao Jiyu? It's just that Dad is too shy and keeps his love for you in his heart, so he doesn't say it. If one day Dad calls Xiao Jiyu is sad, so don't blame him, because he really loves you."
Only the mother knows the father in this world.
I stood up, "I'll go back today, I'll come back when I find time."
"I'll see you off." Lu Qingfan said.
I thought about it and didn't refuse. This might be the last bit of kindness I can accept from him.
I asked him to drive me to a place near Meng Siqi's apartment, and I didn't want him to know where I lived.
The winter night came very quickly, and in the blink of an eye, there was endless darkness.
The neon lights had already shone like brilliant stars, and I saw the Ferris wheel again in the billboards passing by the roadside.
Suddenly I remembered when I was young, my mother led me and Lu Qingfan to the amusement park.
At that time, he was adopted not long ago, and he was still very rusty and reserved. I pulled his sleeve and asked, "Shall we go ride the Ferris wheel together?"
He stood straight on the spot, pursing his lips, neither saying yes nor no.
I had to ask again, "Let's go together, okay?"
He did not agree after all.
I thought he would say hello to me one day, so I waited in vain for so many years. It's not necessary to ride the Ferris wheel, just be with him.
The young child waited in place for a long time, the tourists from back then gradually dispersed, the Ferris wheel stopped spinning, and the person he was waiting for never gave him the answer he wanted.
As a last resort, I can only grow up in an instant.
"Lu Qingfan, do you still remember my mother?" I couldn't help asking him. "Why did you mention her all of a sudden?"
"Dad almost cut off the father-son relationship with his grandfather in order to marry his mother."
I suddenly remembered this old story, which was told to me by my mother when I was very young.
Lu Qingfan was slightly surprised, he had never heard of this past.
"She is not a lady from a great family, nor is she Xiaojiabiyu. Before meeting her father, her mother was just a cleaning lady in Pei's office building. Her father accidentally bumped into her bucket, and they knew each other like that."
Identity is not insurmountable, as long as you are willing to struggle for each other, it is always possible to be together.
So I am always willing to believe in love, so I always wait alone.
But Lu Qingfan will never understand.
So the story of Pei Jiyu and Lu Qingfan came to an end, and there was nothing after that year's spring afternoon when the white flowers bloomed all over the branches.
I asked him to drop me off on the street.
"It's so late, where are you going?" He asked with a frown.
I showed him the watch on my wrist, "It's only a quarter past eight. I've been an adult for a long time, there will be no one who doesn't have eyes, Tete came to abduct me, Pei Jiyu is not that valuable."
The tone is slightly dissatisfied, but I just don't want him to know where I live now.
"Are you guarding against me?" He immediately sensed my intentions.
"You're thinking too much," I said, "I was just looking for a place to have dinner."
I never thought about guarding against him, I was only guarding against myself. I'm afraid that I just wake up from a big dream and quickly fall into another long dream.
I have decided to completely cut off from the past, and I will slowly learn to forget.
"I'll accompany you," he said.
"Lu Qingfan, I am twenty-six years old and can take care of myself." I insisted.
No one can be more stubborn than me, Lu Qingfan had to park his car on the side of the road, and I kept seeing his car disappear into the shadow of the stream of traffic.
The city was freezing cold at night, I put my hands in my coat pockets, and walked on the side of the street for the purpose of strolling.
There are so many people on the street, they are used to never sleeping at night. This city has gradually stopped dreaming, so those who are sleeping in the dream have to wake up from the dream.
There is no more hand to pick an unbloomed flower in a dream.