Chapter 481: The Power of Grief, Silent Dialogue Between Father and Daughter (1)
In his meditation, he saw that her brows seemed to be slightly furrowed, as if in a nervous dream. He reached out and smoothed her slightly frowning brow. He knows that his daughter usually seems to be heartless, and she never has the elders in the family to be angry, but she is an extremely sensitive person, and her mind is in her heart, and this dream must be related to the anxiety and worry of watching his body at home these days.
It's just that her growth is related to him, but as her father, he really didn't do enough for her.
She grew up and became a child of her grandmother, but she was as familiar as himself, until she was eight years old, when her mother-in-house came to the house, and she had to call herself "Daddy" for the first time. And at that time, he restrained the joy in his heart, lying on the bed reading a book, through the mosquito net, only responded indifferently, and did not even move - in order to take into account the feelings of his new wife, he sacrificed his closeness to her father and daughter, including this rare opportunity to get rid of strangeness, and therefore, her daughter has always had a sense of strangeness and alienation in his heart, but he also saw that his daughter did not have any resentment towards him, It's just that she herself lives in fear and nervousness because of his unfamiliarity with his home.
And he, in addition to providing her with basic food, clothing, housing, and tuition and miscellaneous expenses, did not make any effort to her fear and nervousness about home, and even tried almost silently.
He even said to her, who had just turned ten, that in the future, others will take care of you at home, and it will be inconvenient for me to take care of you. She had just grown a head taller than the balcony, and was watching the basketball game on the playground downstairs on the balcony in a daze, when she heard him say this, she turned her head and looked at him indifferently, just like she usually listened to him talk to her mother, and nodded obediently, indicating that she heard it and knew it.
But in fact, the daughter's indifferent and ignorant eyes didn't understand what he meant by this sentence at all, right? Neither he nor she realized what these words meant and what impact they would have on him and her, especially her life and future, would they?
He didn't have a deep guilt for his daughter until his youngest son was born, and he didn't take responsibility for her, although he also did what a father should do to her in his own way.
She boarded in junior high school, and he didn't want to go home on weekends, he was worried about her, so he couldn't wait for her to come home every Saturday, and he went to find her on Sunday morning, and brought her home, and she promised every time that she would come back on Saturday next week, but in the end she was nowhere to be seen on Saturday, and he went to look for her on Sunday. However, every time he went to their dormitory to look for her, she was there, either reading or doing homework, and he slowly reassured, knowing that she just wanted some freedom outside the home, since she was not ambitious, then let her be free too, so after looking for a few weeks, he stopped going to her dormitory to look for her.
At that time, she was rebellious in her adolescence, he thought so, but now it seems that at that time, she was so afraid of going home, and she still had his responsibility, I just hope that her nervousness about home back then will not have any impact on the new family she is about to organize.
But the sensible daughter, seeing that he has been in poor health recently, even put down his work, comes back to accompany him every day, makes him happy, and knows more and more how to take care of him meticulously. That way, there will be no worrying impact on her new home and future family life.
However, this sensitive daughter will not notice anything, otherwise, how could she see him this morning with an anxious face, and faint when she rushed up, even if it was heat stroke, it was related to her emotions at the time.
Thinking of this, his brows frowned, and he found that the back of his daughter's hand was wet with unconscious tears, and quickly reached out and pulled a piece of paper to wipe it gently, at this moment, his heart turned a thousand times, as if his deceased wife was wiping the back of his daughter's delicate hand with him, her late wife, over there, I don't know how to put a heart, so many years, have you been thinking about her daughter who had to put down when she was just one year old?
In his heart, in an instant, it was like a reed tip blown by the wind, and tenderness rose in sadness. He was still young at that time, in order to get rid of the sadness and continue to live, he wanted to forget the deceased wife, but it was always unforgettable, even if the whole person was soaked in alcohol, he could feel the loneliness and desolation of the long night, at that time, he was still too young, thinking that he valued his feelings, but in fact he only cared about the emotional pain of his own person, and almost completely ignored the delicate woman who was also hurt by the pain of losing his mother......
Otherwise, will the daughter in front of her be more comfortable and truly happy in her heart?
Now, in a month's time, I will be able to see my deceased wife waiting there, and if she asks, how will he answer? said that their daughter is very good, she thrives on her own, and she doesn't bother people, and she doesn't need to worry about them two old people? Her mother, who had been pregnant for ten months and gave birth to her once, could she rest assured? And how will she, who will continue to stay in the world, think about her biological parents in her heart?
Perhaps, this is what people often say about fate, parents and children, deep and shallow, in this life, is it to solve the fate of the previous life or the fate of the next life?
He sighed softly, looked at his daughter's sleeping face, and finally moved all the words in his heart, and said it all to her, didn't he say that father and daughter were connected? He thought so, she would be able to sense it one day, and there would be no regrets. What he could give and what he couldn't give, he explained to her one by one.
Shannan had already made a glass of water, stood at the door of the ward, looked at Father Yun sitting at the head of his daughter's bed, bent his back, bent his neck, lowered his head, holding his daughter's hand, looking at his daughter's sleeping face, which solidified into a gray and black sculpture.
Although I can't see Daddy Yun's eyes, even if I have a side face, I can feel the gaze of a father who is about to die looking at his daughter—in this silent space, the light of life is faint, but it seems to condense the strength of a lifetime.
Carrying a cup of boiling water that was still steaming, Shannan couldn't bear to disturb the father, who was accompanying his daughter in the ward, and retreated lightly, sat on the bench against the wall in the corridor at the entrance of the ward, leaned back on the back of the chair, raised his head, and poured a tear back into his eyes.