When Cheng Xiaoyu was finishing the post-production of a song in the studio, he heard someone knocking on the door, he got up to open the door, but standing at the door was an unexpected person, his father - Su Changhe. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Su Changhe rarely talked to him, even if he was under the same roof, the two of them avoided each other, and rarely met alone, this was the second time that Su Changhe took the initiative to find him when he went to the United States to pick him up, so he found out that it was Su Changhe, Cheng Xiaoyu was obviously a little surprised, stunned for a moment, and forgot to move his steps and let Su Changhe come in.

At this time, it was the hottest time in Shanghai, August Weiyang, even in the evening, it was still hot, the heat was rushing from the narrow gap towards the air-conditioned room, Su Changhe's front was under half of the shadow, behind him was the garden dyed red by the sunset, and a slender and upright figure was reflected in the corridor.

Cheng Xiaoyu judged from the sweat stains on his emaciated face and the cigarette butts in the ashtray resting on the ground that he didn't know how long he had been standing at the door. The afterglow of the setting sun shrouded his body, making his whole person radiate a soft light.

Su Changhe put his hands behind his back and said, "Aren't you going to let me in?"

Only then did Cheng Xiaoyu react, opened all the doors, and staggered to let Su Changhe in.

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't know what happened when his father, who had never talked to him much, suddenly came to him, but when Su Changhe sat down, he found that he had a book rolled in his hand, and when he put the book on the coffee table, Cheng Xiaoyu saw clearly that the book was "Ten Days of Hell" written by Jun Aso, Cheng Xiaoyu felt a chill in his heart, and knew that maybe things were a little bad.

This made him like a thunderbolt, at this moment, what he thought of was not that his murder was revealed, but that Su Yuxi, who was concealed by himself, would he recover his memory after seeing it. In his heart, no matter how smart and powerful Su Yuxi is, she is just a girl who shouldn't bear too much pressure, a sister who should be protected by herself, and a girl who should live freely in her own world without fighting with the world.

He stared at the cover of the book on the coffee table, the tip of the knife still dripping blood, and the red memory began to devour him again, making his head a little dizzy.

Su Changhe saw Cheng Xiaoyu's gaze fixed on the cover, and there was not much expression on his face, the only thing he could read was vague shock and worry, far less shocked than Su Changhe imagined, Cheng Xiaoyu's performance made Su Changhe smile, seemed to be very satisfied, he broke the silence and said: "It seems that you already knew this book, I thought you didn't know!"

Cheng Xiaoyu didn't understand what Su Changhe meant by holding this book, he took his eyes off the cover of the book, and didn't look at Su Changhe's expression, he felt that Su Changhe should have come to teach him a lesson, since even Su Changhe knew, it seems that many people already knew, and he should have caused trouble to the Su family again. Presumably there is someone who knows the truth and announces his identity, and at this moment, he is praised as one of the representative figures of China, and he has changed from the pride of China to a stain and trouble.

Cheng Xiaoyu thought for a while, thinking that he was an outsider to the Su family after all, and Su Changhe's attitude towards himself was neither indifferent nor enthusiastic, so he said coldly: "I dare to take responsibility for what I do by myself, and I don't need your help." ”

Su Changhe was unimpressed by Cheng Xiaoyu's attitude, and said lightly: "This matter has just spread overseas, and the domestic media will not report it for the time being, but it is estimated that many people will know in the future, and at that time, others will look at you with colored glasses, you will be criticized, do you regret it?"

Cheng Xiaoyu shook his head and said firmly: "No." ”

Su Changhe smiled again and said, "Thank you, thank you for protecting Xiaoxi." ”

Cheng Xiaoyu rarely saw Su Changhe smile, maybe a large part of Su Yuxi's temperament comes from Su Changhe, he is usually more serious, like a person who has no interest in life, he glanced at Su Changhe, the depression in his heart calmed down, and said: "I don't need you to thank you, that's what I should do." ”

Su Changhe was silent for a moment and said: "You are more courageous and responsible than me, you are a man, I think your mother will be very comforted in the spirit of heaven!"

Su Changhe paused for a moment and continued: "If I had been as brave as you back then, maybe Qiu Ci would not have suffered so much, but she was very strong, she did not let despair and vulgar sorrow overwhelm her, and in the end, she kept her soul open-minded and calm when she was suffering. ”

He turned over the book "Decameron of Hell" and said calmly: "In the past few years, I am happy to see you gradually growing and maturing, but I don't really want to see you, because you are very similar to your mother, and when I see you, I will think of your mother, the regrets I have left, and the mistakes I have made........."

Hearing this mileage Xiaoyu's heart was a little indescribable, anger and sadness and disappointment were mixed, he interrupted Su Changhe's words and said: "Actually, it doesn't matter how you treat me, I don't mind, it's just that what you did to my mother, no matter how much you say now, it won't help, and you don't want to see me, how can I want to see you again......."

Su Changhe was not angry because of Cheng Xiaoyu's rough words, and still said calmly: "Sometimes individuals are very powerless in a big era. He sighed and said, "But .......... There's nothing to explain, it's true that I didn't protect her....... This is irrefutable and my responsibility, probably because I was still young at that time, I didn't know much about the world, and the world was a little chaotic........ I am far less strong than your mother, in fact, I am still easily conquered by the world, easily defeated by myself, and easily overcome. Maybe the difficult and dangerous trek of thousands of mountains and rivers is really not capable of it, yes, I am so afraid of being fruitless in the future to prove that I am actually a failure, I am glad that today you made me understand this, young and incapable can not be called an excuse, the key is that I lack courage, you are not like a cowardly me, so I am relieved. ”

Then he added, "You don't have to worry too much about killing people. ”

Cheng Xiaoyu's heart warmed slightly, but he still said in a cold tone: "Don't think that if you say this, I can forgive you." ”

Su Changhe reached out to touch Cheng Xiaoyu's head, Cheng Xiaoyu tilted his head to dodge, Su Changhe's expression was a little regretful, his hand stiffened in the air, and said: "I don't want your forgiveness when I say this, I don't have much time left, I checked my body a few days ago, the lung cancer is in an advanced stage, it has spread, and I have lost the opportunity to do surgery, and the doctor said that there will be half a year at most.......... You are still the first to know, your Aunt Zhou and sister I haven't told them yet, after I leave, this family will be handed over to you to fight........."

The sound was transmitted from far to near, like an abrupt, sharp and piercing friction sound at night, crossing his eardrums, Cheng Xiaoyu's body, expression, and thoughts were frozen in ice. In an instant, too many memories came flooding back to my mind, noisy as a crazy bar, dark and colorful.

He remembered that he had also resented Su Changhe very much in his heart, but after returning to Huaxia after the car accident, this resentment gradually faded, and the pain of the two life memories was deliberately forgotten by him.

But the sense of emptiness that always exists in the depths of his soul is indeed a sense of exile, a clear and clear emotion, and sometimes it can be transformed into an arrow of anxious memories, of course, more often than not, he thinks that the thirty years in his memory are his own absurd delusions.

In the early days, sometimes he often closed his eyes fiercely in a no-man's corner, and when he opened his eyes to see what world he was living in, he felt that he was happily waiting for the doorbell of his loved ones to come back or the familiar footsteps on the stairs, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was still alone.

But this strange sense of detachment, as he slowly became familiar with his family and friends, and deepened into the world, gradually faded, and it seems that he should and can only enter the current role.

Su Changhe's sudden death announcement made Cheng Xiaoyu a little overwhelmed, he never imagined that he would face such a situation, life is like this, disasters are always sudden, maybe the ancients were right, disasters do not go alone, blessings are incomparable, even if he resented Su Changhe at this moment, he was emptied of hatred in an instant, and there was only a huge sense of emptiness left in his body.

Even if the two have been in a state of alienation and mutual judgment for a long time, even if the two deliberately avoid each other, both of them have completely changed each other's lives.

Cheng Xiaoyu thought about the weirdness of life, and then didn't know whether to do it, how to comfort a person he couldn't forgive. There were all sorts of voices ringing in his head, and he didn't know what he was going to do. Gradually, only worry and melancholy remained in his heart like a cold tide slowly drowning his thoughts, this sadness that did not have much time to say goodbye, this kind of hatred and love did not have a support point of emotion, collapsed, put him in the center of the vortex of life, his expression was blank, he opened his mouth, unable to speak, only tasted a trace of saltiness.

"I don't want chemotherapy, I want to be euthanized, the doctor said that the next half a year will be a very painful half a year for the patient, maybe no one can become an adult, but I don't want this, I want to see your mother decently.........." Su Changhe stood up and said in a flat tone, not at all like a person who was about to die.

Su Changhe pushed the door out, how many human repertoire splashed into memory like this cold alternation, birth, old age, sickness and death are of course just ordinary things, just like the sun will rise every morning and the sun will set in the evening, and the sycamore trees on the side of every familiar road, the leaves grow and fall with the seasons, fall and grow.

Cheng Xiaoyu followed and pushed open the door, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to say it, looking at Su Changhe's back, he pulled a bookmark in the lonely empty court, some things are always not spared, people always grow up in pain, healed by the soothing of time, sometimes silence and nostalgia are the only best attitude we can do.

(Thank you for the reward of innocence, cancer, car accidents, amnesia, illegitimate children, brother and sister love............ I know you're squirting my dog's blood again!) )