Chapter 861: You're in Heaven, I'm in Hell (Supplement 25)

This dad in the Spanish underground world, a tough guy who didn't shed a tear even when his own son was injured and became a vegetative person, at this time, big tears fell into the plate in front of him, but he didn't raise his hand to wipe it.

With the smell of tears, he gulped down the plate of hot seafood risotto, but he couldn't taste what it tasted like.

From my heart to my stomach, I warmed up.

A large plate of seafood risotto was quickly swept away by him, and a blue and white checkered handkerchief was handed to him, Daddy Garcia took the handkerchief, stroked it on the nose fiercely, and looked up a little embarrassed, seeing that she looked in love, but his eyes did not fall on him.

Looking along her line of sight, Garcia's father was slightly stunned, it was a wooden primary color frame, and a group photo of two boys was placed in it, the eldest one was twelve or thirteen years old, handsome and straight, and the younger one was only seven or eight years old, with a naughty face, missing two front teeth but grinning, and the smile was extraordinarily bright.

He stretched out his big rough hand and picked up the picture frame, his weather-beaten face was full of nostalgia, and slowly rubbed it, and a soft call of a female voice came from his ear: "Cyril, Carlos—"

His body shook, and when he looked up, her eyes still fell on the picture frame in his hand, with a restrained expression and reluctance.

Old Garcia looked back on the picture frame, and when he looked up again, the smoke in the room had cleared, and she was gone, as if everything just now was just an invisible dream of his.

But he knew that this was not a dream, all of this had really happened.

He raised his head and looked at his youngest son, who had appeared at the door of the room at some point, and behind Cyril, the driver's uncle patted him on the shoulder and gave him an encouraging push.

Cyril looked away a little weakly under his father's urgent gaze, and whispered, "I'm fine, I know what to do, Uncle Pillais!" ”

After they had finalized the whole plan, Jane reminded him that Daddy would see through their set-up, but not necessarily her performance, because his desire to see his wife again would overpower everything.

However, after the performance, she was not sure what he would do to Cyril.

He took a deep breath and strode to the dining table, across the dining table, and his father bravely looked at each other.

Old Garcia didn't say a word, silently looking at the stupid son who had obviously set himself up.

Cyril's lips moved, and he finally made up his mind and said, "Father, I don't mean to tease you, I just want to tell you that what I did was meaningful!" ”

Old Garcia's eyebrows were raised, and a very familiar disapproving expression appeared on Cyril's face, and even the tone of mockery was the same as always: "What is the point? Haven't graduated from college for seven years? ”

"Or is it that I have always advertised that I will be the premier director in Hollywood in the future, but I always take a camera and take pictures of some girls to earn a pitiful remuneration-"

"Even in the group, you can't be ranked as a director?"

"Oh, my son, your life is really meaningful!"

Cyril pursed his lips and kept telling himself in his heart that this was his father! This is his own father! Don't do it to your own father!

The most important thing is that he really doesn't necessarily beat this old man!

When he came in, he was like a tall young poplar, and he was hit by him as if he had encountered a storm, and all the branches were hanging down raw, and old Garcia glanced at the photo at hand again, hey, how likable the little cub was when he didn't grow up!

He coughed heavily and said meaningfully, "That girl just now is very good." ”

How many ups and downs has old Garcia experienced in his life? When his most trusted subordinate betrayed him, as soon as he approached, he lifted his foot and kicked him out.

A person's emotions, whether they are true or false, he knows clearly.

Although he was still as ruthless as ever in front of his son, he had to admit in his heart that he was moved and moved by the girl's performance.

He had no doubt that if his wife had been alive, or had God's forgiveness, well, he had never doubted that his wife would be able to enter heaven, and as for him, he was destined to go to hell, and in view of this, he would not have been able to see the old woman of his family if he had died, and he would have lived a few more years.

Ahem, far away.

What he means is that if his wife can get the gift of God and can return to the world one day, well, he has to admit one more thing, since he was a disobedient cub, he had to work hard in Hollywood, and he watched a lot of movies when he was fine.

What is the sixth sense, the ghost love is not over, he thinks it makes sense.

Maybe one day, his wife and son will be able to come back one day!

Yes, she can't hear him call her wife, Mrs. Garcia.

If Mrs. Garcia can return to the world and stay for a day, her performance must be exactly the same as the girl's performance just now!

At that moment, in her sight, on the photos of her sons, the moment of lingering love, when she softly called out the names of her sons, he suddenly woke up to the fact that after her death, he had been fighting desperately and fighting against life in order to make his sons' lives better.

But I forgot the original intention of being a parent, but to let the children be happy and live a healthy life.

And now, he has folded an eldest son, do you want to sacrifice the younger son again?!

Thinking of his eldest son, who was originally extremely strong, now he has become pale and weak, lying on the hospital bed for breath, if it weren't for the brain waves, the doctor would probably have issued a death notice, and his heart was throbbing.

His eyes were so wet that he almost burst into tears again.

Today, he seems to be much more vulnerable.

Old Garcia turned his head sideways and blinked vigorously, as a man, he can cry in front of his mother, he can cry in front of his wife, but no matter what, he can't cry in front of his son!

Gathering his emotions, old Garcia stood up, crossed Cyril directly, and strode out, and when he passed the old fellow Pillas, he paused and shouted, "Have you eaten and drunk enough?" Eat and drink enough and hit the road! ”

Pilas shrugged his shoulders and pointed behind him, "Little Cyril? ”

Old Garcia looked back at the little poplar who was facing away from him, obviously not yet rejuvenated, and snorted: "The little cub is still alive, it looks like he can live a few years longer than me, don't worry about him!" ”

With that, he passed the old fellow and strode out.

Garcia Sr.: A man who has no wife and has to pull two disobedient sons, is there anything worse than me?

Leohard: If your son digs into the corner again, you'll only have a disobedient son left!

Sekijo: Corner? Hehe, are you sure the wall really exists?

After class, vote for a recommendation and write your homework!

(End of chapter)