Although this letter made me have a lot of emotions, when I read it, I quickly analyzed some of the things behind the letter. Moreover, this feeling made me feel uneasy, and soon it disappeared.
reached its peak.
The letter was indeed written by my father, but the way it was delivered to me was so abnormal. The sender obviously didn’t want me to know who he was, but the most important thing is, how did the letter come to me?
Sent to the house? There is a threshold outside the security door, and it is impossible to squeeze it in along the crack of the door. I thought for a long time, and the only answer I could come up with was: This person has the key to my house, and he wants to give it to me.
I created a false impression, so I quietly opened the door and dropped the letter in the room.
I feel unsafe. If an unknown person can enter my home silently at any time, it would be a bad feeling.
What makes me even more uneasy is what happened to my dad? He was obviously not on a business trip this time. He went to do other things. Every word in this letter has the meaning of farewell and last words.
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I sat in silence for a long time, then stood up and walked to my dad's bedroom. In normal times, I would not dare to go in and out of his room casually. In fact, I am a very strict tutor, and I am afraid of my father in my heart.
Following the instructions in the letter, I found the box under the bed. It was a big lockbox. When I dragged the box out, I felt it was a bit heavy, but if I didn't open it, it was impossible to know what was inside. This was given to me by my dad.
I can't imagine what a serious and old-fashioned person like him would leave behind for me.
I used the password to open the box. The moment I opened it, Zhang Qiao and I felt as if our eyes were blinded by a bright light, and we gasped sharply.
"Your father is so rich." Zhang Qiao smacked his lips and muttered.
There was a suitcase full of cash, all of which were hundred-yuan bills, neatly stacked. I couldn't estimate the specific amount of money. Then, my dad's figure became very blurry in an instant, which made me
There was a lot of speculation that could not be suppressed.
It can be said that his image has suddenly changed. He cannot be said to be stingy with me, but he is very careful. From childhood to adulthood, my pocket money has been paid accurately on time. The money is definitely not enough, especially for me
When I got older, I knew about his hardships, and I always thought that my family relied on his meager salary to survive, so I didn't ask him for money randomly, and I would find a way myself when I was really desperate.
An old geological team member who doesn't talk much and lives an extremely simple life. Where did he get so much money?
"We must find him." I closed the box and as soon as I stood up, I remembered the letter again. He left the letter, which meant that it was impossible for me to find him again, but I was troubled by these questions.
It was like several claws were scratching. I thought, even if I couldn't find him, I should at least figure out where he had been and what he was doing.
After that, I didn’t do anything. I set the watch and forced myself to sleep. I planned to go to my dad’s work to ask. Growing up, I never went to the work to find him because he worked in the provincial capital.
, and he doesn’t allow me to run around.
I barely slept a wink that night, and all kinds of thoughts kept pounding my mind. At dawn, I hurriedly called Zhang Qiao, took the earliest bus, and rushed towards the provincial capital. I vaguely remembered that my dad and I used to go there.
As I said, he works at the Fourth Institute of Mineral and Geological Survey.
Zhang Qiao and I searched around the provincial capital for a long time and found this place. But before we could enter, we were stopped by the gatekeeper. I said I was looking for Zheng Lifu, but he was very suspicious.
He looked at me with his eyes and told me that there was no such person in this place.
"Stop joking." I said a little anxiously: "Uncle, when did you come here to look after the door? Zheng Lifu is my father, and I have something to do with him."
"I have been here for twenty-one years." The uncle became more and more suspicious that I wanted to sneak in and blocked Zhang Qiao and me from outside. We negotiated for a long time, and in the end, I finally believed that my dad was not here.
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I can't describe my mood at this moment. There is a kind of loneliness that flows through my whole body like an electric current from the deepest part of my heart, invading every cell.
My father, who has been with me for so many years, lied to me? He doesn’t work here at all?
Zhang Qiao pulled me away because he saw that this old man was impatient and had to retreat in order not to cause trouble. On the way back in the car, I kept thinking about some things in the past. If I use a calm mind
If you look at these, you will find a problem. Many things have actually penetrated into my life invisibly. It only takes an accidental or inevitable event for these things to be catalyzed.
In other words, some things are destined. Even if it doesn't appear now, after a certain amount of time, it will change my life.
Zhang Qiao asked me what to do, because he always thought that my brain was better than his, but now, there was nothing I could do.
When I got home, I felt that my steps were heavy and my body was weak. But when I opened the door, I saw another letter lying on the ground inside the room. My heart beat a few times.
I couldn't help but scan the room.
The messenger is here again.
There was nothing unusual in the room. I closed the door with my backhand, and Zhang Qiao's expression became a little weird. At this moment, even he could see these abnormal situations.
This letter was thinner than the previous one, maybe just a piece of paper. After I opened it, several very familiar handwritings appeared on the paper.
If you really need something, you can go to Uncle Lai.
Behind the handwriting was a phone number. I could tell that it was still my dad's handwriting. I hesitated. If yesterday's letter was reasonable, then today's letter was strange. Where is my dad?
It's probably not too far away, otherwise how could he ask someone to deliver the letter so quickly?
"Who is Uncle Lai?"
"A friend of my dad's."
When Zhang Qiao asked about Uncle Lai, a shadow of a kind middle-aged man in his forties appeared in my mind. His name is Lai Weiguo. He is one of my dad's few friends and a frequent visitor to my house.
When my dad came back from a business trip to rest, Uncle Lai would often come to visit. The two of us seemed to have endless topics to talk about. I can’t say that I know Uncle Lai very well, but I have met him many times, so I know this guy fairly well.
This was probably the only clue I could pursue at the moment. I didn't hesitate for half a minute. I immediately picked up the phone and called Uncle Lai. I said I had something, but I didn't say what it was. I just said it was very serious.
To the point of death.
Uncle Lai thought about it over the phone. He said that he had something to do and couldn't leave, so he asked me to go to Bihaiyuntian 1012 to find him. And he specifically told me that I could only go alone.
When I arrived at Bihaiyuntian, Uncle Lai was alone. Although he had tried his best to tidy up the room before I came, I could still see that he was sorting things out. There were so many messy things that almost ruined the room.
Every corner is full. If I were in normal times, I might not think so much, but what time is it now? Some things have made me a little nervous. I think Uncle Lai’s motives are weird and I can’t stay at home.
, do you have to come to the hotel?
Uncle Lai had a very gentle temper. He poured me tea and asked me what happened. In fact, I had already thought about it before coming. I didn’t need to beat around the bush and asked him directly. Because the letter clearly stated that if
Uncle Lai doesn't know some things, and it's impossible for my dad to let me come to him for anything.
"Uncle Lai." I tried my best to act natural and stretched on the sofa: "Where is my dad?"
"What's the matter, money is tight?" Uncle Lai smiled and said, "Your father has some things to do and will leave home for a while. He will come back after the things are done. If you are short of money, I will get you some here."
"No, no, no, Uncle Lai." I shook my head vigorously and clutched the tea cup: "You know, this is not what I need."
This sentence actually makes it very clear. I just want to tell Uncle Lai in this way that I have learned something and there is no need to be careless with me anymore.
As expected, Uncle Lai's smile gradually faded. He lowered his head to take a sip of tea, then raised his eyes to look at me. I tilted my head at him, urging him to answer.
"I really don't know where your father is, I really don't know."
Uncle Lai didn't answer my sincerity. I asked him back and forth several times, but he refused to say a single pleasant word. I was already anxious, but I didn't show it for the time being. I put down the cup in my hand, walked to the window, and took a handful of it.
Open the curtains.
Uncle Lai didn't know what I was going to do. It wasn't until I opened the curtains that he stood up quickly and tried to catch me. But I also acted very quickly. I turned over and jumped onto the window sill. I stepped out of the window with one leg and looked down.
Look, the hotel is on the eleventh floor. Just looking at it makes you feel dizzy.
"Uncle Lai." I turned back to look at Uncle Lai, and stepped out with my other leg, grabbing the window frame with both hands: "You know I am a prodigal son. Without my father to support me, I will starve to death sooner or later. If I die sooner, I will be reborn sooner. You
If you really don't want to tell the truth, I don't blame you. When my dad comes back from doing things, you can tell him that I will take the first step."