I stood on the balcony for a while, dried my hair a little, and went back to the room to dry my hair, and fell asleep on the bed in less than two minutes.
There is a big sun in Beijing these days, and Dad Fu deliberately put the brand new quilt in the sun yesterday. The quilt cover is also brand-new washed and dried and aired. Now she lies in the bed with the air conditioner on, and Ye Jian feels comfortable with the pores all over her body. They are all lazy, and fall asleep in a while.
Dad Fu, who returned to the room, didn’t feel much sleepiness. He opened the drawer on the side of the desk and took out a yellowed photo from a diary. This is... the only photo of him and his wife, still preparing to stick to it. Group photo on the marriage certificate.
In the photo, the wife's face remains the same, her bright eyes squinted as if she was drenched in autumn water, and she looked back with a full look, very charming.
Father Fu looked at his wife in the photo, watching deeply, even if he had seen it thousands of times, he would never get tired of it, he would only see Acacia once more deeply.
I don't know how long I watched, Dad Fu lightly closed his eyes, with a deep sadness on his face.
When you open it again, put the photo back again, and put it back in the drawer together with the diary.
The daughter didn't mention too much about herself, nor did she mention too much about his wife. In the evening... he should ask carefully.
No matter what the result is, he has to ask.
Father said that he was too persistent, which is not a good thing.
Then for more than 20 years, his attachment to his wife has become a habit. It is a habit to inquire about his wife's whereabouts only for a while, and even ran out to find his wife's former comrades in arms.
It’s a pity that the comrades in his wife’s army at the time actually used pseudonyms, which is what they now call "codenames." Later, he thought that "Hongmei" might also be the codename of his wife. Her real name is still the present. Never knew.
It is hard to find even the real name in the vast sea of people, let alone a pseudonym... Fortunately, everything is fixed by itself, so that nephew Jinnian meets Jane's and has today's reunion.
And his father's reminder made him have to face a reality that was more cruel than one, one is... Hongmei remarried, and the other... Hongmei has passed away.
The latter is more cruel than the former, so much so that he only dared to think of the former but not the latter.
However, the more I don't think about it, the more I think about it.
In particular, his daughter's refusal to talk to his wife made him feel uneasy.
There are some things that he didn't think of, but that he subconsciously refused to think about it.
"Hongmei, you have to be good, you have to be good. I have treated you two mother and daughter badly for more than 20 years. You can also scold and beat me well, just like before, annoying. He will kick me... I'm waiting for you to settle the bill."
Father Fu looked at the diary in the open drawer, and then gently muttered before closing the drawer slowly.
Outside, Mr. Fu was chatting with the two elders of Qin's family, and the old couple of Mr. Tang and Professor Su who were seen in the car last time when Ye Jianchu came to Dan Guidan.
Although the old man does not have children and descendants to accompany him, he still has a very fulfilling life on weekdays. There will be frequent visits in the Aerospace Academy, sometimes in the research center, and occasionally need to attend several important conferences. At home, I would meet with friends to hang out and play chess. They are all the elders of Bogutongjin, and they are not alone.
Although I am not alone, I feel colder without children and grandchildren by my side.