For a moment, Su Qing began to hate his eyesight which was obviously beyond the average level. Su Chengde was about three meters away from him, which was enough distance for him to see every subtle expression on Su Chengde's face, the corners of his mouth and eyes were fleeting, The movements that seem to be desperately trying to cover up, as well as the small and complicated wrinkles that have been drawn up.
He saw Su Chengde's drooping eyebrows and eyes due to old age, saw the traces of years carved on them, looked at the khaki coat he was wearing, the plaid scarf that was not fastened around his neck, and the shirt and vest that were exposed underneath. corner.
So familiar, yet so strange.
The two of them looked at each other for five full minutes, during which Su Chengde opened his mouth several times, but he still couldn't say a word, his chest heaved violently, and the light of the setting sun seemed to hurt his eyes, Su Chengde Chengde suddenly closed his eyes tightly, as if he was hit hard by something, and took a step back slightly.
Su Qing straightened up and said "Dad", but her lips were only moving and she couldn't make a sound.
This old, successful businessman finally managed to restrain his emotions. He waved his hand slowly, then turned around silently, parked and locked the car, paused, and waved lightly at Su. Beckons: "Come in and talk."
Su Qing's three-inch tongue seemed to be dumb, and something was stuck in his chest, which made him almost unable to breathe.
He followed Su Chengde into the room, and the little nanny came out to welcome him. Seeing Su Qing, he couldn't help being stunned for a moment, his eyes swept around his face that was always full of peach blossoms, and he even lowered his voice a little : "Uncle, you are back."
Su Chengde pointed at Su Qing nonchalantly: "This is my son, stay for dinner today, you go out and buy more food."
Xiao Wu agreed, and when he passed by Su Qing, he couldn't help lowering his head slightly, quickly changed his shoes and went out. In the huge house, there were only two father and son left.
Su Qing looked at the place, and found that the furnishings in the house were the same as many years ago. From the time he moved out, the father and son fell out because of his mischief, and now, it has been nearly seven years. It's like a lifetime away, really like a lifetime away.
"Where have you been?" Xiao Wu left, Su Chengde asked in a low voice, he just took off his coat and put it on the back of the sofa, but he didn't move his hands from the back of the sofa, his fingers were tightly grasping the sofa, The grip was so tight that the hand seemed to be shaking.
This question was too difficult to answer, Su Qing was stunned for a moment, not knowing where to start.
Su Chengde suddenly took a step forward, raised his hand and slapped Su Qing hard, almost turning his head away, Su Qing was caught off guard, with a "boom" in his head, Su Chengde slapped Black hand, five finger prints immediately floated on his pale skin, Su Qing's ears were full of roaring, he closed his eyes, and slowly stretched out his hand to support the half of his face that was beaten, feeling hot ...it hurts.
"How many years? Where have you been?" Su Chengde roared out, and Su Qing could almost hear a choked cry from his voice, "Ah? Where did you go?"
"Dad..." he murmured almost inaudibly.
"Don't call me dad! I don't have a son like you!" Su Chengde's eyes were wide open, the circles around his eyes were red like burning irons, he suddenly roared furiously, "You do the math, how many years has it been? How many years have you not even made a phone call, and you have never seen a ghost? Even if you leave an address? Even if you don’t want to find me, just leave an address with your group of cronies, ah? Why don’t you feel pitiful? My old man, at least let me know if you are dead or alive?"
Su Qing closed her eyes, forgetting where she heard it, why did the ancients say "old tears flow horizontally" - because people's wrinkles grow horizontally. The turbid tears that flowed down were stuck in those deep wrinkles, as if they didn't even have the strength to roll. At a glance, it was as if someone had stabbed him hard in the heart.
He felt his face was cold, he didn't know what to say, he just repeated over and over again: "I'm back, Dad... I'm back."
"Dad... I was wrong."
Su Chengde, who was almost hysterical, suddenly became quiet after hearing this sentence. He was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help raising his head, looking at the chandelier on the ceiling with mixed feelings. At that time, when he was frantically looking for this child all over the world, what he expected and what he couldn't say, in fact, all added up, there were only these three words, and Su Qing said it first, telling him to finally say it. It's time to wait.
As a result, his nose was so sore that the iron man who had fought and fought for his life in the society for many years became so sentimental and sentimental. He couldn't tell whether he wanted to cry or laugh.
However, Su Chengde still did nothing in the end—he was old and didn't have the strength anymore.
Standing there stiffly for a long time, he slowly raised his hand and put his arms around Su Qing's shoulders. This child was already taller than him at some point, but Su Qing still looked like he was when he was very young, Tucked into his arms obediently.
This was the object of his admiration throughout childhood, the target of hatred throughout his youth, and the man he most wanted to see in his entire youth, but was rarely seen again.
He used to be a hero, a monster, and a dictator, but now, Su Qing discovered that he was just an ordinary old man, an ordinary father... that's all.
Even if he went to the execution ground, he would always have to eat a beheaded meal. After unilaterally hanging up Hu Bugui's communicator, Su Qing knew that he was free that night. He was very at ease, more at ease than anyone else. , because now he realizes that there is nothing terrible in this world. In Hu Bugui's words - the sky cannot fall, if it does fall, I will bear it.
People who expect others to carry them are always unreliable, so they are afraid and uneasy.
Su Qing is very calm in her heart now: I can bear it, everyone is safe and sound, I can't bear it... If I blame myself for not being able to do it, I can't blame others, even if there is a flood in the future, it will be after my death.
When Xiao Wu came back from buying vegetables, Su Qing had already taken off her coat and entered the kitchen. Then Su Chengde told her that she was on vacation and could move around freely, and she was not responsible for everything.
After calming down, Su Chengde felt the difference in his son. It wasn't that he had changed, nor that he had become more sensible - he would naturally become more sensible when he got older, but his temperament. Su Chengde leaned against the kitchen door and looked at Su Qing's back. He suddenly noticed that his son's back was very straight. When he lowered his head, his thin side face naturally showed a kind of determination.
In particular, his eyes have changed, and he can't tell exactly where it is, but he can feel that he has experienced a lot in these years... maybe things that others can't imagine.
"Dad, there is no more chicken essence in the jar."
"It's in the cupboard, open a bag."
Su Qing responded, and stretched out her hand to open the door of the small cabinet below. The wooden door touched his calf lightly, as if bumping into something. Su Chengde is now sensitive to anything related to Su Qing, and his gaze immediately It moved to the place where Su Qing's calf was close to the ankle, and felt that there seemed to be something hidden in the slightly wider trouser legs, so he frowned, and couldn't help asking: "Su Qing, what is that thing, how did you stuff it into the trouser leg? ?”
Su Qing's action of serving food outside paused, and after a while, he turned around and said, "I'll tell you later."
Then he handed the dish to Su Chengde: "Eat it while it's hot, and I'll make another one."
Su Chengde felt sour - this is his precious son who didn't even know how to hold the soy sauce bottle upside down.
He took the things in Su Qing's hand, and suddenly noticed that there were many calluses on Su Qing's hands. He couldn't tell how the others were ground out, but the thin layer of calluses on the palm and the joint between the fingers and the palm, Su Qing's hands were full of calluses. Chengde knew it. He was a child and later enlisted in the army. He had calluses like this on his hands. It was the gun calluses worn out by holding a gun.
Su Chengde suddenly raised his head and glanced at Su Qing, he suddenly understood what the inexplicable feeling on him was - it was a kind of powerful composure honed through life and death.
The father and son sat at the dining table, and this time there was only a set of empty cutlery left on the table, chatting in a babbling manner—how have you been these years, how is your body
But it wasn't until the meal was finished that Su Qing automatically stood up and put away the tableware, and Su Chengde realized that he had been talking a lot for so long, and this little bastard only interjected a few words occasionally, and turned his attention every time. The topic diverged, and then came back to himself.
Good boy, have you turned into a fried dough stick
It wasn't until Su Qing was sent to take a bath by him that Su Chengde got the chance to gently open Su Qing's coat on the sofa.
When Su Qing brushed his hair and came out, he saw a pistol, his ID and a small blade on the coffee table. His father was sitting on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, with a serious expression on his face.
Su Qing wasn't too calm, anyway, this matter will have a showdown sooner or later, not only a showdown, but also trying to get Su Chengde away, so she sat down across from him.
Hu Bugui didn't wait for Su Qing's communicator to turn on again all day, and the other party simply turned off his mobile phone, but he wasn't particularly worried—since Tu Tutu had already been taken out, it meant that Su Qing was worried about this matter. There are many, just from selfishness, Hu Bugui even hopes that he will never come back for the rest of his life.
That night, Hu Bugui sent away all his teammates who were hesitant to talk, and there was no difference between eating and sleeping alone—oh, except that he had to stay alone in an empty room.
Early the next morning, the so-called "political trial" ushered in.
The person who came was a stranger, and he told Hu Bugui bluntly that during the political trial, all activities of the Guiling team were terminated, and all personnel who stayed at the headquarters stood by and were not allowed to go out at will. Unexpectedly, the other party did not ask too much.
His activity space was limited to a separate office and bedroom. He first noticed that there was no surveillance system in this room. The examiner didn't make things difficult for him, but just routinely asked some ambiguous questions, and then gave him a bunch of materials for him to write.
On the first day of house arrest, Hu Bugui was writing materials, and two people were watching him. On the second day of house arrest, Hu Bugui was still writing materials, and the two became one person. On the third day of house arrest, the materials were only Quite a few, but the people who watched him changed from sitting there all day to occasionally coming in to take a look.
Hu Bugui finally waited for this opportunity, took advantage of no one's attention, secretly groped into the small locker under the simple desk, took out the keys given to him by General Xiong, tried them one by one, and when he got to the fourth one, Tell him to open it.