Chapter 7 Loving You is My Destiny 05
"Xiao Wei, do you still hate your father?" Aunt Qing asked me.
I shook my head: "No."
"That's good." She leaned back into the sofa, the slender lady's cigarette was mostly burned out, and there was a thin layer of ash in the ashtray.
She seemed to have a lot to say to me, but she didn't know where to start. Finally, she stood up and said, "You guys chat, I'll go see Lao Fang."
"I'm going too." I didn't know what was going on with Fang Chongyan, so I wanted to go see him, so I followed her to the second floor. Fang Xuyu put away the teacup and followed us.
I opened the door and saw Fang Chongyan lying on the bed with his eyes closed. His cheeks were sallow and he looked lifeless. There seemed to be more white hair on his temples, which hurt my eyes.
Fang Chongyan is no longer young. The relatives around me are getting older day by day. My heart trembled a little, and it took me a long time to feel the bitterness in my throat and the pain in my eyes. It was very uncomfortable. I could have expected it a long time ago, and I didn't want to be sure. In the face of time, what hatred can't go with the wind?
Fang Xuyu told me that Aunt Qing always wanted to be with Fang Chongyan, but Fang Chongyan didn't want to delay her. The older generation had their love stories, and those stories were longer than Aunt Qing's first puff of cigarette.
I have forgotten when Aunt Qing left. I am not in the mood to eat dinner. I am worried about Fang Chongyan's health. I plan to sleep here for one night.
At night, I curled up on the cold floor, drinking coffee and staring at the lighthouse outside the French window. If willfulness cannot be forgiven, then I must be deeply sinful.
I called Shen Huai, and Nian Xuan was babbling on the other end of the phone, trying to call for help. Hearing the voice of a loved one from afar, my heart was filled with warmth.
After turning off the lights, the sea was still dark. With the light from the lighthouse, I saw the rain falling again.
I walked to the balcony and looked at the vast sea. The sound of the waves was like someone crying. I sat on a rattan chair, my shirt was soaked by the drizzle and darkened. Someone was playing the piano beside me, and it was a song "Moonlit Night" with the dripping rain. The piano sound was sad and cold, lingering, with an inextricable melancholy and sadness. The song ended and then continued, and the music gradually faded.
Later, the piano sound stopped, and I felt that there was no rain falling on my head, but there was still a shroud of mist around me. I looked up at the inky black umbrella above my head, and then turned to look behind me. Fang Xuyu saw me turn around and asked in a positive tone: "I'm listening to the sound of the waves!"
I stared at him blankly. It was real, but also like a dream.
I smiled nonchalantly: "Yes, I'm listening to the sound of the waves."
"Does it sound good?" he asked.
"It doesn't sound good." I remembered that when I was a child, I asked him the same question, and I answered him with his answer, "It sounds like someone is crying."
When you are sad, listen to the sea, the sea is crying.
"Your dad is awake," he told me.
"Yeah, I know." Fang Chongyan woke up at eight o'clock, ate a bowl of rice, drank a glass of water, and went to the bathroom. I didn't go to see him, but I knew everything.
"Why are you hiding here alone?" I didn't answer.
“Why don’t you hold an umbrella when it’s raining?” I still didn’t answer.
A coat was draped over my shoulders. I took a look at myself before I realized what was happening. The coat was thin to begin with, and now it was soaked by the drizzle, clinging tightly to my body, revealing my exquisite curves. I blushed, and quietly pulled the coat closer.
Fang Xuyu held the umbrella over my head, took a towel from the wall and handed it to me, saying slowly, "Dry your hair before answering."
I didn't take the towel. He looked at me meaningfully, knowing that he couldn't persuade me. But he didn't say much and just helped me wipe my hair.
"What are your plans for the future?" I asked him.
"What are your plans? Or dreams?" he asked me.
I smiled bitterly: "Why ask me?"
His voice was hoarse and low, and he spoke slowly: "I am worried about you."
I was startled, my eyes fell on him, his face was exhausted, the umbrella shielded me from the rain, water drops slid down his wet hair, fell on his shoulders, fell into his collar, and even a few drops like tears, shining on the tips of his hair...
——I’m worried about you.
Those few barely audible words struck into my soft heart.
"My dream ..." My eyes swept across his face, through his shoulders, looking at the faint mist in the distant night sky, and I said in a murmur, "After finishing school, I want to live by the blue sea in a small house with a white spire. I can see the clean sea water when I open the window in front of the house, and the path behind the house leads to a lively market in a small town where flowers bloom all year round. The people there are very simple. In the morning, I go to work in the morning glow, and in the evening, I walk home from work with petals under my feet. When I open the door, there is a person in the house. It doesn't matter if he is not handsome, but he looks clean and comfortable. He may be a businessman in a suit and leather shoes, or a fisherman in sackcloth. He doesn't have to be rich, but he must be healthy and love me and accompany me for the rest of my life."
"Naive and pretentious." He laughed at me.
"I think so too." I laughed dryly and lowered my head.
Because of this topic, we became more relaxed. Seeing my long-lost smile, he also smiled. He looked deeply at the sea, and I heard him murmur with a smile: "It's not impossible..."
I didn't answer, but I seemed to hear a faint sigh coming from his chest. I turned my head to look at his face, but I couldn't see the unpredictable expression on his face, nor could I feel any trace of sigh, which made me feel that the moment was just an illusion.
Fang Chongyan was finally fine, and on the day he left his house, he insisted on having me cook a meal for him, because, he said, he had never eaten a meal that I cooked.
The whole afternoon, I made a mess in the kitchen, Fang Xuyu leaned against the door, watching me busy like a monkey. In the evening, I put all my efforts into cooking and served the dishes on the table. Fang Xuyu was so happy that he seemed to have signed a big deal, and he kept praising my cooking skills.
"My Weiwei has inherited your mother's true skills." He gave me a thumbs up.
I nodded stupidly, forced a smile, and didn't tell him about my mother's death. They were enemies who had forgotten each other, and there was no need to add to his pain, not to mention that he was not in good health.
"Ahai, what do you think?"
"Very good." Fang Xuyu served Fang Chongyan soup and put a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs into my bowl. He suddenly put down his chopsticks and said, "Aunt Qing came to see you a few days ago."
"Oh, Wan Qing is back." Fang Chongyan muttered to himself, repeatedly stirring the bowl with his chopsticks.
I picked up the bowl, swallowed the ribs, and said, pretending not to care, "Auntie Qing is fine."
"Do you know Wan Qing?" Fang Chongyan's voice became very soft.
"I met him last time and he's a very comfortable person to get along with." I said it easily, but my heart was churning like the sea. Fang Chongyan should understand what I mean. I don't mind him finding someone to take care of himself.
"Yes... Wan Qing is a good woman." Fang Chongyan sighed inaudibly.
The three of us didn't talk anymore.
Everyone has the right to pursue happiness, and Fang Chongyan is no exception.
That night, Fang Xuyu drove me home. On the way, he suddenly asked me about Lin Jiaxuan and me. He thought I was still secretly in love with Lin Jiaxuan and that I agreed to date him just on a whim.
I didn't tell him about Lin Jiaxuan's change. I knew that Fang Xuyu and I couldn't be close friends. He kissed me and said he loved me, but I knew that in Fang Xuyu's heart, I was not as important as he thought. He loved himself more.
It's just that it doesn't matter anymore. We are hedgehogs hugging each other, with our spikes covering the outside to defend against the enemy, and our fragile hearts facing each other, each of us knows everything.
Draw warmth and parasite hope.
