When I saw this news, I thought that Park Zhengnan and his gang would probably end badly. Unless they stay in China and don't go back, they will be severely punished if they go back.
If I had read this news in the past, I might not have any emotional fluctuations, but now I feel a little emotional. The fat man lived an extremely luxurious life and held a high position of power, but in the end, he and countless people were dead.
Like a human being, turned into a handful of ashes and placed in a small box.
People, with just a few decades (except for freaks like Li Fusheng), can live for such a long time. I suddenly couldn’t figure out what people like my dad wanted?
"To be honest, Park Zhengnan's gang is very difficult to deal with." Li Fusheng looked at the TV and said, "My brains are all rusty, and I dare to work hard to complete the task."
"Don't worry so much now, they are probably leaving."
"Perhaps he will continue to stay." Li Fusheng pointed to the TV and said: "Don't forget, the second fat man died, and the third fat man. Although he is still young, he will not think that he will grow old one day. Since Park Zhengnan
Having been doing it for so long, I will definitely let him continue to do it, so this person will probably meet us again in the future."
I was amused by Li Fusheng's words. People's moods always change with the environment. These three months of rest made me feel relaxed. But thinking that these days are coming to an end soon, I feel a little melancholy.
Kuang Haige was finally fine, and we left here. When we arrived at the city where I used to live, the three of us had only a few dozen dollars left on our bodies. We did not run home immediately, but first went to the edge of the city.
I found a place to stay, bought a glass knife along the way, and stayed up until dark before heading home.
In fact, the time I have been away from home is not particularly long, but when I walk in this familiar city, my mood cannot be stable, especially when I see the dilapidated small building where I have lived for many years.
I received some strong shock and then thought about the things I had experienced. For a moment, my eye circles turned red.[
I have lost my keys a long time ago, and the security door at home cannot be pried open easily. Fortunately, I live on the second floor. This kind of old building has no concept of property, so no one takes care of it at night. In the middle of the night, everything is pitch dark.
, Kuang Haige climbed to the second floor along the drainage pipe, used a glass knife to open the balcony door, jumped in and opened the door for us.
I haven't been home for a long time. The house was full of dust, but there was a smell that I was familiar with. Nothing had changed at home. I checked it carefully. No one should have been here during this time. Uncle Lai knew this place, but he
Having been with my father for so many years, I had a good feel for his temper and behavior, and I expected that he would not leave anything at home, so Uncle Lai probably felt there was no need to come and search.
I opened my dad's bedroom. The box was still under the bed. I gathered up the remaining cash and packed it. Then I stood up and took a formal look at the bedroom for the first time. The decorations were simple and the furniture
They are all a bit worn out, and the bookshelves are all filled with books on geography and geology.
In the past, I didn't dare to enter this bedroom without permission, so after living in this house for so many years, I was actually very unfamiliar with my dad's bedroom. This was the first time I started going back and forth in the bedroom.
I rummaged around, and as I thought, there was nothing here, just a pile of books, and some changes of clothes in the closet.
There was a locked drawer in the closet, which was probably the only locked place in the whole bedroom. I pried open the drawer, and inside was a photo album wrapped in a plastic bag. The plastic bag was wrapped very tightly and very well.
Carefully, I feel that this photo album was carefully hidden here by him.
A small lock cannot prevent external damage, but if it is locked, it means that the locked thing is very important in his mind.
The photo album is very old, and the edges have been frayed by being turned over many times. As you can imagine, my dad often looks at this photo album. When I opened it, all I saw were photos of my childhood. These photos, my
It's also in the photo album, but I really didn't expect that my dad would keep a copy for himself.
I am so young in the photos, smiling in every photo. The photos are very old, but I can feel that at that time, my eyes were clear and transparent, not contaminated by anything from the outside world. Photos in the album
, recording every bit of my growth, from when I was very young until I was almost ten years old. When I was ten years old, I was already sensible, and I felt that my relationship with my father was relatively distant, because he was too serious and I didn’t dare to
Show your natural side in front of him like other children.
I have a lot of photos, occupying almost half of the album. The photos at the back are of some strange or familiar people. I saw Kuang Haige when he was young, and Lu Jie and others, some were group photos and some were alone. I think, this
Maybe it's just a photo album without any other meaning. It records some past people and past events.
I kept looking and searching, but never found what I was looking for. I was thinking, why is there no trace of my mother in this photo album? My dad treasures this photo album and the photos in it, and often
Taking it out to look at shows that it contains a period of the past that he feels is worthy of remembrance and nostalgia, but what about my mother? There is not even a picture of a woman in this photo album.
Unknowingly, the photo album was almost finished. From this photo album with no trace of my mother at all, I suddenly realized why I, and other people who have followed my father for many years, have never seen me.
My mother? I once asked Uncle Lai this question, and he said a few vague words, but now that I think about it, they were just a few perfunctory lies.
It is impossible that my mother did not leave any photos, but her photos disappeared because my father did not allow her photos to appear in this album. An unprecedented thought suddenly came to my mind, and it scared me very much:
Did anything happen between my father and mother? Because of these things, everything about my mother was erased by my father?
It was only at this time that I felt more and more strongly that my family was not normal.
I was a little absent-minded, flipping through the last few pages of the last photo album, and I even had more terrifying thoughts. What kind of person is my dad? What is the purpose of his hard work over the years? I don’t care for the moment, but for
To achieve his goal, he will definitely do something that ordinary people cannot do: gouge out Sun Wanhua's eyes and curse so many people at the same time.
What did he do to my mother? Or, in order to erase everything about my mother, he killed her? Let her disappear forever and completely? [
This idea is very funny, and it is the first time I have thought of it in my life, but other than this, how can I explain the fact that my mother left no trace in my life, or even in my father's life?
She is gone, definitely gone, maybe she was gone when I was still ignorant. At that moment, I was completely sure that what my father said to Kuang Haige, that my mother died in childbirth when she was giving birth to me, was a genius.
Big lie, he must be lying, he is covering up the truth!
I have never met my mother, but this does not prevent me from having deep feelings for her. Precisely because I lacked maternal love since childhood and grew up under the discipline of a serious and dull father, I long for her more than anyone else.
Maternal love, attachment to mother.
But, I can't see her anymore.
I couldn't help but burst into tears, falling drop by drop on the yellowed photo album. I really couldn't control my emotions and cried very sadly. Looking at the photo album in my hand, every cell and pore in my body was filled with tears.
They were all crying. I was thinking, if at this time, I could stay quietly in my mother's arms for a while, just for a short while, let me feel my mother's warmth and her breath, then I
Willing to give everything of oneself.
However, when I cried with misty eyes, I knew that this was just an extravagant wish, a dream that could never come true.
My hand mechanically turned to the last page of the photo album. Suddenly, my eyes froze. There was only one photo on the last page of the photo album. I saw that it was a photo of my dad and a woman. The entire photo album
This is the only photo of my dad with anyone else, and the only photo in which a woman appears.
The tears in my eyes covered my sight, making my vision a little blurry. I wiped away the tears immediately. The photo became clearer. My dad in the photo is still young, and the woman next to him is younger than him.
Some. It can be said that this is a photo full of warmth and love. In those days, it was impossible for them to eat hugs and kisses like they do now. The woman in the photo was leaning against my dad gently like that.
The smile is happy and brilliant.
That smile seemed to light up the dark night sky and make everything sparkle.
Their movements seemed a little unnatural. The father in the photo was still young, but his face was so serious that he had no expression at all. The woman was half lower than him, her head resting gently on my father's.
On the shoulders. Although my father's expression was so serious, his arms also gently hugged the woman.
I have no doubt that they are attached to each other, and people express their feelings in different ways. For an emotionally introverted person like my dad, being able to hold someone of the opposite sex gently like this is already his limit. If he wasn't in love with
This woman wouldn't do that.
This is not a wedding photo. It is a very ordinary photo. But to my dad, this photo seems to have a different meaning. It was placed on the last page of the album, indicating that he did not want to see the photo. However, this photo has been used several times.
I took it out. On the plastic layer of the album, there are faint traces of yellowing. I don’t know if those are the tears left on the album.