Chapter 7 Loving You is My Destiny 04
"You don't know about me, do you?" He seemed to be talking to himself, his eyes devoured by despair, and the corners of his mouth were filled with deep sadness and smiles. "When I was eight years old, my father and mother took me to the amusement park. The sun was shining brightly that day, the clown performing juggling was very cute, and the dancing sisters were very beautiful. When I came home at night, I didn't want to sleep, so my mother told me stories by my bed..."
"That night, the night was very quiet in the early morning, so quiet that I could hear rustling footsteps as if a thief had broken into the house. I secretly got up and wanted to notify my parents to catch the thief. At this moment, I heard my mother scream, and I still remember that shrill scream. Then I heard my father's cries for help and wails. I was terrified and didn't know what was going on. I was so timid that I ran to the attic and hid in the groceries. I held my breath and didn't move. I don't know how long I hid, but when it was dawn, I woke up. I ran to their room desperately, and the moment the door opened, I saw..."
"The room was in a mess. Mom and Dad were lying in a pool of blood. Their faces were bloody and they were not breathing..."
Sadness reflected in his black eyes, and I saw a transparent tear fall on his cheek and disappear in an instant.
Those things that I thought I could forget, bit by bit, I can’t forget them.
The wind gradually died down, and a drizzle began to fall. I looked at his rain-soaked cheeks, listened to the words coming out of his thin lips, and my heart felt like it was shot through by a loaded bullet.
"you……"
"I can't go back anymore." He clenched his hands, his eyes filled with anger, and he was drowned in pain and darkness. He was so close to me, but I couldn't seem to touch him.
"I hate my cowardice. If I had run out and called for help, my parents might not have died. After the criminal was caught, I still couldn't forgive myself."
If the past could be rewritten, would the ending be different? If we knew the ending, would we still be so weak? Those relatives who gave us all their love and life, they occupied our young hearts, integrated into our bones and blood and future. We didn't have time to keep them from leaving, leaving behind countless regrets and guilt. How cruel.
"It took a year to catch the criminal in this case. The criminal came for money, and mom and dad happened to wake up at the moment when the criminal stole the money. He was an old thief and brought weapons with him. Mom and dad's resistance aroused his murderous intent." He looked at me sadly for a long time, "During this year, I thought about ending my life countless times, and it was always the policeman Uncle Wei who took me with me. Your father and Uncle Wei are friends. They heard about my story and felt sorry for me, so they decided to adopt me. Later, your father saw that I couldn't get out of the shadow, so he took me abroad, hoping to change the environment and forget those things."
"I was eight years old...my father and mother had just been divorced for two years at that time." I suppressed the strong urge to cry.
"I don't know about your parents' relationship situation. I only know that he treated me as his own child and told me that I was his only child. I stole the fatherly love that should have belonged to you and lived a miserable life. Without your father, I would probably have died long ago." His tone was filled with gratitude and admiration.
Fang Chongyan gave up a family and saved a life.
"That's why I want to pay you back."
The rain was getting heavier, and Fang Xuyu stood up, his back straight, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. This heavy fact weighed on my heart, and I looked at his thin back, my heart burning.
"Fang Xuyu..." There was too much sorrow in my voice. I asked myself if I blamed him? I don't blame him. Today will pass, tomorrow will come, and then everything will become yesterday. We are all crawling and rolling in the mire of the past, unable to get ashore, and the past will eventually die slowly...
"I'm making a bet with you to repay you for everything. I'll ask you again, do you want to bet? Let's date and see if we can be happy." He looked at me with a smile, and the heavy rain hit his face and body.
I looked at the raindrops shattering and falling from the sky, and suddenly wanted to give him and myself a chance.
"Okay, I'll bet."
I raised my head high, forced back my tears, took a deep breath, and smiled at him standing in the rain.
Just pay it back like this! Just pay it back like this! How wonderful! We are still young and can still afford to make mistakes.
"You make me want to kiss you." He half-closed his eyes, and I smelled a cool scent. Fang Xuyu directly grabbed the back of my head and kissed me all over the face.
I raised my head and let him kiss me passively. I felt the sourness in my heart fermenting. Tears fell from my eyes, flowed down my face, and disappeared in the rain.
After a brief kiss, he stood in front of me and looked at me expressionlessly. Those eyes were filled with a sadness that I couldn't understand, which was scary.
He said in a hoarse voice, "Even if it's fake!"
"What's fake?" I asked him hastily without thinking too much. He was acting strange today, telling me what was in his heart, confessing his feelings to me, and making a bet with me.
Fang Xuyu turned around dejectedly, said "I'm leaving" in a low voice, and then walked back.
The coldness in his back made me shiver. We returned to Fang Chongyan's home in silence. Before entering the house, he told me that Fang Chongyan had "three highs" and almost had a stroke after falling down today. He was sleeping before we left, and he must have woken up now, so I should not stimulate him.
Of course I am not so bad as to bully a sick old man.
He said, thank you.
This thank you was like a slap in my face. Perhaps, compared to Fang Chongyan and I, they are more like family.
I followed Fang Xuyu into the room and stared blankly at a pair of women's high-heeled shoes at the door.
"Aunt Qing?" Only then did Fang Xuyu realize that there was someone else in the room.
I stood at the door and saw a noble lady with extraordinary temperament inside. She looked at Fang Xuyu : "Xiaoyu, long time no see. Why are you wet?"
The woman was very beautiful, wearing a lace waistcoat with a black corduroy skirt underneath, a green jade hanging around her neck, and her hair was neatly tied up. Her fingers were as white as scallions, and her nails were red and red. She looked a little older but still had her charm.
"Is that Xiao Wei at the door?" She saw me looking at her and greeted me with a smile. I was surprised that she could call out my name. The woman waved at me and said, " Come in quickly."
I changed my shoes and came in, greeting respectfully: "Hello."
"What would you like to drink? Biluochun?" Fang Xuyu said as he went to make tea. It seemed that the noble lady was a frequent visitor to the Fang family.
"No hurry, no hurry. Go take a shower first, don't catch a cold." The lady looked around and said, "I just flew back home last night. I heard that Lao Fang was sick, so I came to see him. I wonder if you have been doing well these days?"
"It's okay." Fang Xuyu turned around and looked at her and smiled, with an expression that could not hide a kind of intimacy.
Fang Xuyu prepared some clean clothes for me. I took a quick shower and when I came out I saw that Fang Xuyu had also changed into clean pajamas.
He looked at me wearing his shirt, with a longer part at my wrists, smiled, and said nothing.
"Xiao Wei, you don't know me yet, right? My name is Song Wanqing, and I'm your father's old classmate. We worked together on several business deals abroad a few years ago." Aunt Qing stood up and walked to my side, putting her arm around my shoulders. "Do you mind talking to Aunt Qing?"
"I don't mind." I said, and walked to the sofa and sat down. Aunt Qing sat opposite me across the coffee table.
"I often hear Lao Fang talk about you." Aunt Qing lit a cigarette while speaking. I was surprised. How could a woman who took such good care of herself smoke?
Auntie Qing's cigarettes were different from those of the men. She smoked those thin ladies' cigarettes, which were not strong in smell but had an inexplicable fragrance. Through the rising smoke, I felt that the person sitting opposite me seemed to have a hint of worldly smell.
She sighed and seemed to be about to speak, but leaned over and found that there was no ashtray.
I stood up, took the ashtray from under the coffee table and handed it to her.
Aunt Qing looked at me with a smile: "You are not much like Lao Fang. He has a bad temper..."
"Did you know? Aunt Qing pursued your father when she was young." She seemed to be immersed in beautiful memories, with an infatuated glow on her face.
"Auntie Qing, have some tea." Fang Xuyu came over and placed the teacup in front of her, then placed a glass of milk on the table in front of me and asked her, "Is he still not awake?"
"Doctor Zhang came to see him, and he woke up for a while but fell asleep again." Aunt Qing replied.
Fang Xuyu nodded, and the whole person was very quiet.
