"No, don't!" Ye Jian immediately shook his head and refused. He glanced towards the kitchen, bit his lip and said softly: "I'll go by myself, you take a rest first."
"Go, kid, grandpa is with you, don't worry about your dad." Seeing Ye Jian's promise, the old man's face smiled. He felt sorry for his granddaughter who had not been protected by his parents since he was a child. It was the sin that his son should suffer. I have to let my son carry it by himself!
Ye Jian and Dad Fu sat in the chess room that the old man usually used to rest, and it was also the lounge where Li Jin took Ye Jian home to sit in at the beginning of the year.
The sliding door of the lounge was closed tightly, and only a faint sound could be heard outside. The old man sat in the living room and occasionally swept his eyes from the lounge. The weathered face looked like Mount Tai, without the slightest worry.
The old gentleman has had too many things to bear, and he has long been as stable as Mount Tai, which can make him flustered.
There was a sound from the lounge when things fell on the coffee table, and there was a silly rolling sound... It was the small tea cup in Father Fu's hand that fell from his hand to the coffee table, and the tea rolled down with the tea cup, drop by drop from the coffee table. Dripping at the edge.
Ye Jian finally told her about the sacrifice of her mother.
"I'm sorry, Dad, I haven't dared to tell you, you are so looking forward to reunion with your mother, I really dare not say, I am afraid that it will make you sad."
She didn't raise her head the whole time. First, she stared at the tea cup that had fallen on the coffee table. After the tea cup rolled down, she stared at the pool of tea stains. With a sad voice, she gently drifted into Dad Fu's ears, "After mother sacrificed Buried in the Southern Martyrs Cemetery, if you want to go there, I will accompany you."
Father Fu's face was snowy and white, and his eyes were dull.
The moment when I heard that my wife had passed away for more than ten years, it was like a thousand arrows pierced my heart, my heart was gone, and the cold wind filled it with "whooping".
Father Fu, whose "heart" was gone, sat motionless like a wood, his body was so cold that even his clenched fists were trembling.
His favorite woman, his favorite wife... More than ten years after his death, his greatest attachment in this life is his lover, but now it’s gone... No one is gone!
When the person is gone, the heart is gone...
Ye Jian finally raised his head after speaking the last sentence, and saw that Father Fu's lips were pale and pale, and he was sitting motionless as if he had lost his soul, with no anger in his eyes or face.
At this moment, Ye Jian felt even more afraid.
"dad… "
She trembled and screamed, trying to wake Dad Fu, who was shocked and without a trace of anger. She was so frightened and scared that she couldn't even say a word, and she was so anxious that Ye Jian's eyes burst into tears.
When Dad Fu heard Ye Jian’s voice, he blinked his eyes very lightly, moving his sluggish eyes, as if waking up from a nightmare, and asked softly, “Jane, you didn’t lie to Dad... are you still? Is there any other secret?"
"No, no... Dad, I didn't lie to you. Mom has really gone for more than ten years and left when I was very young."
Ye Jian saw Dad Fu who was so desperate and unable to accept the reality for a while. He couldn't even breathe smoothly. "How dare I lie to you for such a big thing, it's true... I didn't lie to you."
Dad Fu's expression was even more dazed, like a wood, even if he opened his mouth and said something, he was demented, "You didn't lie to me... Then Hongmei... Your mother really left, she didn't wait until I left. , Jane, your mother must hate me very much, she didn't wait for me."