My name is Jiang Muxiao and I am 31 years old.

I am a writer who has been in the industry for nearly seven years, and I have interviewed many people, including celebrities, industry elites, and small people in the village, and have written interviews and biographies for them...... Zero and zero total, and the number of published articles is recorded in thousands.

But only I have never written a single word for the person closest to me.

Even in his twilight years, I rarely set foot in the house until the doctor gave me a critical illness notice.

That day, I pushed my job, booked the fastest flight, made a stopover in two cities, and finally landed at the Los Angeles airport.

To my surprise, when I was running fast on the aisle of the terminal, his exclusive driver appeared in front of me accurately and greeted me respectfully.

The driver said: He was still conscious and was waiting for me, so he calculated the fastest time and told him to wait at the airport.

But I still missed the flight that was supposed to arrive yesterday because of the handover problem.

At that moment, looking at the exhaustion and anxious expression on the driver's face, I just wanted to bow my head and find a hole to bury myself.

Shameless.

More than half an hour later, I saw him in the single room, whom I hadn't seen for nearly a year.

Not as painful and weak as he had imagined, his thin but still slender body leaned against the head of the bed, his hair that had not been taken care of for a long time gathered on his head like a bird's nest, he was facing the sun, I don't know if it was because of the back of his ears or because his thoughts were too preoccupied, he didn't notice my presence.

I walked slowly, thinking about the doctor's words on the phone, and my feet felt like lead.

"Dad, I'm back." It wasn't until I got to the edge of the bed that I whispered.

No surprises.

Just listen to his "um", then reach for the head of the bed, grab the glasses and put them on the bridge of his nose.

I sat quietly beside me, watching his trembling hands lift up with difficulty, and then expertly put on the pair of gold-rimmed glasses.

I didn't even realize I should step up and give me a hand.

He straightened the gray of his forehead, turned his head, and looked at me, with a kind smile, a little weak, but still so gentle.

This situation made me suddenly feel a little embarrassed, I grinned, and my throat was a little hoarse: "This time I took a few days off, and I am here to accompany you, and you can recuperate with peace of mind." ”

He nodded, pointed his finger to the pillow that was a little slippery, and said helplessly: "I'm fine, the old problem, I should have had a seizure a long time ago, I am very content to be able to drag it out until now, it is Lao Li who is making a fuss and making you worried." ”

The extremely natural tone, as if the cancer that had been tormenting him for the past few years was an old friend, I could only get up and bow my head, pretending not to care about helping him adjust his posture.

"Xiaoxiao, there are three notebooks in that drawer, you can help me get them." When he sat up straight, he raised his hand and pointed to the cabinet next to me, "The third compartment." ”

After taking the notebook from my hand, he flipped it feebly, then set them aside, opened the top green cover, and began to talk to himself.

"These are my home visits records for so many years, most of them are my own feelings, you take them, you do this business, there are many people in contact, and there are many people who need to deal with it, and how much written in it should help you. If you're not interested, you can help me sort it out at that time, filter out the things related to experience, and publish a book, so that I can give my peers a little guidance......"

"Okay." I Shanshan responded, and casually put the notebook he handed back to her chest.

He raised his eyes and said to me with a hint of apology in his eyes: "Xiaoxiao, I still owe you a 'sorry' for your parents, I ...... at the beginning."

"Dad, it's been so many years, don't mention it." I subconsciously avoided his gaze again, "Uncle Li told me to go find him, and I will be back soon." ”

With that, I turned and fled, so hurried that I forgot to put down the notepad in my hand. I grabbed them tightly and stayed away until I reached the other end of the hallway.

In fact, he didn't know, and what I really blamed him for was not when he helped me find my parents, but when he knew that they were so unbearable, he took it upon himself to choose to hide it from me, and because of this, I didn't even see their last face.

What I really blame him for is that he has been alone for me until now, and he refuses to find another companion no matter how much I persuade him.

My life was achieved by him, from the time he took the five-year-old me out of the social service institute and away from Cloud City; He healed my heart from what he had learned all his life, and then led me to the path I am today.

Everything I have is given by him.

But he never thought about himself.

So whenever I face him, I only have deep self-blame in my heart, which is why I have missed him for so many years, but I don't want to come back to see him.

It took me more than ten minutes to calm my emotions completely. Thinking of Uncle Li's instructions, I didn't dare to waste any more time and hurried back to the ward.

When he stepped in again, he was already lying on the bed, his eyes slightly closed, the corners of his lips slightly open, and the confused nerves drove the lip flap, muttering words I didn't understand.

For the next two days, he was in a coma for most of the time, with terminal cancer, and even though the effect of the drugs made his expression not appear painful, I still felt the pain becoming stronger and stronger through the palm of my hand, directly into my body.

On the third day after returning to Los Angeles, he finally couldn't survive the illness and passed away.

When he was dying, he held my hand tightly and muttered something in his mouth, but I only heard the word "Xiaoxiao" clearly.

My father, my adoptive father, dedicated his whole life to his job, using his abilities and knowledge to save many people, including me, while his own life finally fell in the year of the sixtieth year.

I cried, I cried so much that I fainted.

It was ten thousand times sadder than I imagined.

My father didn't have many friends before his death, and his only best friend was Uncle Lee, who had been following his condition. With his help, I organized a small memorial service for my father, providing an opportunity for his peers who admired him and the patients who thanked him.

On that day, I was dressed in black and white, standing at the door to do reception work, looking at them blankly with red eyes, and constantly hearing the three words "please mourn" in my ears.

I nodded silently in thanks, and usually no one would say a word to you, not even other comforting words, not to mention that most of them didn't know that my father had such a daughter.

Until two men and a woman appeared in front of me, to be honest, I must have been surprised at that moment, two of them I didn't know, but the other man had appeared in my pen, Su Ming, the chairman of the strongest group in Los Angeles Su Shi.

I was so stunned that I forgot the etiquette, but it was the woman who was at the front who spoke first. She bowed her head slightly, her expression was visibly serious and sad, and she said to me in a soft tone, "Hello, we are friends of Dr. Jiang. ”

At this moment, I set my eyes on her, elegant and noble, although the plain light makeup could not hide the light traces of time on her face, but it was still amazingly beautiful.

Xu thought that I was overly sad and unresponsive, and the woman said politely: "Hello, I am Su Xiaoxiao, these two are Qin Yitian and Su Ming, we are friends of Dr. Jiang, and we want to give him a ride." ”

I don't know why, when I heard the word "little", something seemed to explode in my mind, and my dull gaze turned into inquiry, and I forgot the etiquette procedure and asked directly: "What is the relationship between you and my dad!" ”

The brow of the person in front of me furrowed, and I could tell that she didn't know how to answer for a moment. Just as I was about to speak again, another man took two steps forward to block her behind her, and said to me in a thick and slightly cold tone, "Dr. Jiang used to be our benefactor. ”

Suddenly, I raised my eyes, and was shocked by the man's serious expression, and then immediately realized that I was indeed rude.

I bowed down to apologize to them, and then handed them a corsage, a symbol of a friend, and asked them to guide them in.

The memorial service was over, and by the time I finished seeing off the guests to find the woman, she had disappeared without a trace. Out of doubt, I finally couldn't help but ask Uncle Li about related matters.

Su Xiaoxiao, the eldest lady of the Su family, the sister of Su Ming, the chairman of the Su family, is a well-known designer in Los Angeles. Her husband was the man who stood in front of her that day, Qin Yitian, chairman of New York Mutian Group, who was mysterious and low-key.

The identity of a woman shocked me, and this casual point was a height that I couldn't reach at all.

And it is such a person, who is the top person that his father has been thinking about for a lifetime.

During the time of Uncle Lee's statement, my mind was almost blank, and my previous misunderstanding of my father and my estrangement from him made me feel ashamed.

What moved me the most was his love that had been hidden in my heart for decades.

Even he never confessed, never got a hint of response.

Uncle Li told me that his father fell in love with Su Xiaoxiao at first sight when he was a student, but he was nothing at that time, and even if he didn't know her true identity, he didn't have the courage to confess.

When he was young, his feelings were pure ignorance, and his father never imagined that he would meet the woman who made his heart again many years later, when he had achieved something, and from then on, he was out of control.

Uncle Li told me that my father himself said that the most cherished and happiest time in his life was the two years when he helped Su Xiaoxiao treat his illness, and he accompanied him wholeheartedly without distractions, although the other party only regarded him as a friend.

Later, my father left Los Angeles and went to Cloud City alone. No one knows better than me about his travels around the country as a volunteer, and he mostly goes to remote mountainous areas, where he lives for more than half a year, chatting with the locals, and slowly applying what he has learned to them, giving many people hope for rebirth.

For me, for example, I was an orphan he pulled out of the mire.

It's just that I am more fortunate than others, I became his daughter and accompanied him to continue walking the rivers and mountains behind.

The father has a calm and gentle temperament, and he treats everyone with a smile and courtesy. I always thought that my father was what he was on the surface, until one late at night, when I hid under the covers and watched him have a hangover, and that indifferent expression deeply touched my heart.

At this point, I finally realized that it was a deep longing, an unattainable emotion, and an inferiority complex that I didn't deserve.

I am glad that my father's habit of drinking to drown his sorrows suddenly disappeared when I was in the upper grades of elementary school, because I always thought that my existence had changed my father, but I didn't know that in fact, he had just hidden that love in the deepest part of his heart because of the passage of time, and pressed it in a place that only he knew.

My estrangement from my father happened when I was in college, when I went home early to surprise him, but I overheard him talking to someone behind the door, he said: Xiaoxiao is almost looking for a job, I don't want her to be distracted to accept a stranger at this time, and Lao Li, you know I can't tolerate other people in my heart.

I remember very clearly, he said: The doctor cannot heal himself, it is because he knows very well what his illness is, so there is no cure, and the only medicine he is never qualified to have.

From then on I began to persuade him to find a partner, and I always thought it was because of me, and now I understand that he would not have a family without me.

Far from embarrassing and jealous me, the truth made me feel even more regretful and distressed, regretful that I had not been by his side in his last years, and that he had stuck to that unrequited love with no visible results.

After taking care of my father's death, I bought a plane ticket and flew to New York, and in the name of the company, after several turnovers and a lot of manpower, I finally made an appointment with her in my father's heart.

When we met again, she was wearing a plain suit, and the casual professional suit set off her temperament more elegantly, and the whole process was natural and decent, every word, every smile, and even every detail of the action, all of which were perfect and impeccable, which was engraved in the bones and innate cultivation.

I finally knew why my father was obsessed, and why he chose to stay away without even daring to ask.

Such a woman can still be so dazzling in her fifties, then if she goes back thirty years, she should be a radiant existence.

In fact, before I came, I was unwilling, out of love for my father, I had already thought about difficult questions, and even planned to ask her why she didn't give my father a chance. However, by the end of the interview, I gave up all of them, because I was deeply impressed by her posture and professionalism.

I dropped her off at the door after the interview, where her husband was already waiting and greeted her when she came out, draping a cloak over her shoulders.

I saw the man look down and whisper with a doting expression, asking her "will she be tired", and the woman shook her head and smiled lightly.

The natural and skillful interaction fell into my eyes, and I did not feel the corners of my mouth go up, and at that moment I instantly understood my father's thoughts.

A second before they got into the car, I chased after her, stuffed a small box prepared in advance into her hand, and smiled at her puzzled gaze and said, "Aunt Su, this is a gift prepared for you by the program team, and I forgot to give it to you just now." ”

After saying that, I didn't plan to give her a chance to refuse, so I turned around and waved away.

Dad, please forgive me for taking it upon myself to give away the wedding gift you prepared for her in such a strange way, but I am sure that you will not blame me.

Because, I am Jiang Muxiao, and I am your most trusted daughter of Jiang Pingxi! And she is the only love in your Jiang Pingxi's heart!