After dinner, only the family members were left. The master and his wife began to talk serious things to their daughter.
Before they came, the two old men were worried that they would not even be able to see their daughter. They did not expect that things would go so smoothly. Not only did they meet, but they could now sit and chat with their daughter.
"Rong Rong, my parents came here originally to tell you something, but now we see that you are doing well, so there are some things that we won't mention." The teacher's wife is not going to mention the past events.
, now she is very satisfied.
The master also nodded, agreeing with his wife’s words and not mentioning it anymore!
But Ling Xiaowei felt that it was not good to avoid the truth of the matter. From the moment she entered the house, she felt that the house was very empty and without a trace of life. She felt that the senior sister was still having a good time on the outside despite her beautiful appearance.
Bitter.
"Senior sister, Master and Mistress have found out something. Do you want to hear the truth?" Ling Xiaowei straightened her body, sat opposite the three of them, and said.
Fu Rong is actually quite conflicted. She has not let go of what happened back then. She has a deep sense of guilt in her heart. She always feels that she killed the person she loved deeply. In the early years, she hated her parents.
Yes, that's why I haven't gone back to see them for so many years.
But as time went by, and new days replaced old ones, her longing for her parents became deeper and deeper day by day, surpassing her hatred for them. Especially when she saw the two old people today, and saw their rickety bodies and gray hair, she
She didn't want to worry about anything anymore, she missed them.
But when this feeling diluted, in the dead of night, the guilt in her heart was like the shadow under the street light in the dark night. When the light came on, the shadow came out, lengthened little by little, wrapping around her heart like a vine.
She needs medicine at this time, otherwise she will be emotionally nervous and even suffer from insomnia.
Over the years, she has relied on insomnia medicine.
"I'm sorry, I need to go to the bathroom!" Fu Rong ran away as if she was running away. She was afraid that she would collapse if she stayed for one more second.
In the bathroom, she found some medicine and took one. It was a tranquillizer that could calm her down.
At this moment, outside the bathroom, the teacher's wife blamed Xiaowei: "Xiaowei, why did you tell your senior sister this? Didn't we agree not to tell your senior sister!"
"Senior Wife, look at this house. Although it is very big, it is empty. There is not even a flower. Do you really think that Senior Sister has looked away? Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain. This matter has always been a knot in Senior Sister's heart.
Let's untie this knot today! We can't let senior sister live her whole life alone like this!" What Ling Xiaowei said went beyond the awareness she should have at her age.
The two old men were so shocked by her words that they trembled in their hearts. "Xiaowei, you are a young child, how can you see so clearly? Master's wife has not thought of this. Thank you for reminding me." Master's wife thanked her.
Then the master and his wife discussed quietly for a while and decided that it would be better to tell Rongrong the truth of the matter. The long-term pain would be worse than the short-term pain. The truth might make his daughter miserable, but wouldn't it be more cruel not to tell her the truth?
So when Fu Rong appeared in the living room again, there was some extra information on the coffee table.
"What is this?" Fu Rong asked doubtfully.
"Rong Rong, there are some truths that we think we should let you know. You can see for yourself!" The teacher's wife pushed the materials in front of Fu Rong.
Fu Rong smiled and tried her best to show calmness on her face, but her hands began to shake. She always felt that something bad would happen.
When she picked up the materials and read them page by page, the expression on her face became more and more solemn and her hands shook more and more. When she finished reading them all, her hands softened and the materials were scattered on the floor. Fu Rong hugged her head and cried.
What started as a suppressed sob turned into a roar.
The guilt, self-blame, and deep emotions that had been suppressed for so many years all exploded at this moment.
"My Rongrong! I'm sorry, mom, I'm sorry for you." The master's wife was holding her daughter with tears streaming down her face. Cry! Just cry! The master, who has always been tough, was like a child at this moment, holding his head with one hand and whispering
of crying.
Ling Xiaowei had already burst into tears, but she was also happy at the same time. She just wanted to cry. Senior sister finally felt relieved!
As for what relief was, Ling Xiaowei didn't quite understand, but she felt that after she finished crying, the sky would clear up after the rain. Master, wife, and senior sister must be a harmonious and beautiful family.
Hey! Why is love so powerful and so hurtful? Ling Xiaowei doesn’t understand it at all! It’s so unclear!
The senior sister cried herself to sleep in her arms. Then the two old men were busy again and carried their precious daughter to the sofa. Ling Xiaowei went to the room to get a quilt and a pillow.
After making arrangements for the senior sister, she went to comfort the two old people and asked them to go back and rest early.
After the arrangements were made, Ling Xiaowei went back to her room, lying on the bed unable to fall asleep. She missed Shi Mingwei so much!
Now that she thought about it, let’s make a call! Fortunately, there was a phone in the room. She picked up the phone and dialed a number she was particularly familiar with. It rang several times, but no one answered!
Lost, Ling Xiaowei put down the phone, feeling empty in her heart. At this moment, she seemed to understand a little bit about what love is...
After a dreamless night, Ling Xiaowei slept soundly on her first night in a foreign country. When she looked at the time, it was already nine in the morning.
This is the first time she has slept so late, no! It’s too embarrassing, how can she sleep in at someone else’s house!
Xiaowei got dressed, opened the door and went out.
Suddenly she felt that something had changed in the house. She saw a vase of bright sunflowers in the vase on the coffee table, facing the bright sun outside the window.
"Xiaowei, go wash up quickly and have breakfast later." The wife said with a smile while holding a plate of fried dumplings.
"Xiaowei, wake up! Do you like milk or juice?" the senior sister asked with a smile on her face, holding milk in one hand and juice in the other.
…
What's going on! Everyone seems very happy!
"I drink juice!" Ling Xiaowei said, then turned and entered the bathroom.
After brushing her teeth, washing her face, and tidying up, she left the bathroom.
The master was reading the newspaper in his hand, and then waved to Xiaowei: "Come, Xiaowei, sit down, we will have breakfast later. Your senior sister made it herself, English breakfast."
"Oh!" Ling Xiaowei nodded, then waved to the master and whispered: "Master, the relationship between senior sister and senior wife seems to have improved."
She saw that the interaction between the senior sister and the junior wife in the kitchen was no different from that of an ordinary mother and daughter. They would blame and act coquettishly.
The master's eyes were full of smiles, he nodded, and extended his hand to Ling Xiaowei and gave a thumbs up.
After a while, Ling Xiaowei had two breakfasts, one Chinese-style and one Western-style, which made her feel full.