That night, Foley couldn't remember exactly what time Shammel had entered the room. All he remembers was that he had cleaned up the overflowing water in the bathroom, hurriedly took a shower, and then waited to fall asleep.

Before going to bed, my mother's voice echoed in my ears, "Why did you let me have surgery, why didn't you let me die?" ”

Words and sentences were like rusty iron swords plunging into Forlì's back. The tumor was there, Foley told himself. Whether you face it or not, it grows unmistakably in the narrow space of the cervical vertebrae.

He began to fantasize about what the thing looked like, not just the light blue patches in the image, but also the white reflection of the bottom of the pot.

Representative Foley saw its abundant blood-red particles, yellow threads entwined in between, some large and some small, more evenly clustered together, like a fried fish ball.

He woke up at 3:50 a.m., Shamel slept silently beside him, and he reached out to hug his wife. The hard days weren't just about to begin, what was wrong with Samell, what happened to John.

Maybe the hard days started a long time ago, from the moment he knew he was sick, from the moment his mother was sick many years ago.

Medicine is changing with each passing day, but the difficulties encountered by everyone are still unsolvable. The mental anguish of the people seems to have never stopped, and the progress of science and technology has not reduced the insoluble problems.

There will never be a time to stop.

He hugged Shamel tightly, and there were bursts of pain in his back, they were like warnings and curses, Foley's time was short, Foley's life had just begun, and the end of Forlì was just around the corner.

Shamel slept like a baby, how could she have such a good sleep, Foley was a little envious.

Then he tried to recall his first hug with Samelle, and he hugged her with nothing in his head.

It's just that he feels that Samel needs to be embraced, and he is also willing to invest in a stable relationship, and everyone will hope for a beautiful person, and a good relationship will bring the gloomy life into a new chapter.

His wife appeared at that time, and when he came into his life, he didn't dare to ask her, let alone himself, whether they really loved each other.

Maybe he could have lived like this forever, less and less anxiety, more and more independent life, not a bad thing, many families want this, he told himself.

Samel never took him to see his family, except once her father found Forlì on a Saturday afternoon.

As if he had known Sammel's itinerary beforehand, when his father visited, Samel had just taken John out and said that he would return after dinner.

Foley wanted to prune the pomegranate trees in his yard during the afternoon, but he planned to stop the weekly maintenance of the gardeners for a while, and it would be a pleasure for him to save some of his expenses.

He looks like his daughter, has hair of the same color as Shamel, has slightly gray eyes, and is not very tall, which makes Representative feel confident.

"You're Forlì Eugene..."

"Forlì Söder."

"Thorder."

Sammel's father frowned, and quickly let them go again.

"I don't want to ask how you managed to trick Shammell."

What does it mean, what does it mean to be cheated, how can such words come from a businessman with a successful career, maybe it should come from such a person, Foley curses in his heart.

"Is it because of you that Samel doesn't want to go back to New York and stays here?"

"Maybe it's because she likes what she does."

"You still know how to be humble."

Foley puts the tool in the corner of the yard and invites the man who calls himself Sammel's father into the house. The father stood still, "I don't think we need to talk for long, I'm just passing by." ”

"You were passing through California from New York?"

Representative Foley tries to smile, but the smile is inconspicuous to everyone.

"I'm just here to tell you that Samel is my baby, and I won't let you go if you make her suffer."

"I understand now, I'm afraid Samel doesn't want to see you."

"She just can't grow up, and she never knows what is good for herself, otherwise she wouldn't have taken a fancy to a little engineer like you."

"Looks like you still know a little bit about it."

Representative Foley speculates that Samel may not have a good relationship with his father, who no one would like.

"If you need money, I can give you some right now, and these flowers and plants also need special people to take care of them."

Father pulled out a round data gauge from his dark blue jacket pocket, which unfolded in his hand. "How much, 300,000?"

He started typing something on it.

"Take your datar out and receive it."

"I'm sorry, but I'm not in the habit of receiving money with a modem."

"A bank account would also work. You won't be poor, you don't need to save money. ”

Foley felt a blush, what the hell, although he had just bought a house, his income was not too low, not to mention that the engineer was a promising industry, and his future was bright, why was he a worthless waste who needed to receive handouts in the eyes of this person?

"No, don't you understand, don't need your money."

"What do you do with no money to make Samel happy?"

The father's face turned pale, and the chilling seriousness made Representative just want to send the guest away.

"I have a steady income, Sammel has a good job, John is not a kid who has to buy everything, and we need to pay the loan, but like most young Americans, we can live well. If you're here today just to show how rich you are or how bad I am as good as you, then you can go, you're not welcome here. ”

"You're as stubborn as Sammel."

Representative Foley wanted to say more, but he was worried that he didn't know what Samel would think of today. He turned and walked towards the room, ignoring the man who was asking for his money.

Through the kitchen window, Representative Foley sees a Maybach parked in front of the father, he got into the car, didn't look again, closed the door and left.

Representative Foley tries to ask Shammel what the hell is going on with this man who claims to be his father. Samel didn't want to talk about it, and just said, "Ignore him."

The tempers of the two people are really similar.

Without even an explanation, Foley didn't continue to ask, it was not a good habit to ask about other people's family affairs after all, why did Shamel have to tell herself if she didn't want to say it, not to mention that her father was obviously a rich man, and it was really unnecessary to make Shamel mistakenly think that he was interested in his money.

As Representative Foley hugs his sleeping wife, he remembers the past as if it had happened a week ago.

And what happened at dinner, he also hoped that it would be the same as the visit of his unwelcome father, just a small thing in life that should be forgotten at any time.

Sammel, what do you like besides painting? Have we ever had a quality that attracts each other, some hobbies, some things we like in common, writers, movies, games?

Maybe I didn't spend time with you? Representative Foley felt a pang of guilt, and with the sleepiness of the morning, he fell asleep again.