Why we meet so late - Chapter 727

Although Wang Huilin, a 24-year-old mother, is naive in her thinking and behavior.

She naturally has feelings for me. After all, I was born to her. But at that time, she had not yet learned how to be a qualified mother. She only thought that fate was unfair to her. After giving her beautiful face, she did not give her a rich life. She just wanted to run away and neglect me. Of course, at that time, because of her outstanding appearance, there were some men chasing her. My dad didn’t know anything.

I hid in the crack of the door and watched my mother quickly and mercilessly pack her luggage. Then, I looked back at me, bent down, touched my forehead and kissed me: “baby, when my mother gets rich, I’ll come back to see you.” I tried to grab her skirt, but she took my hand off. Her skirt is very expensive. She’s afraid I’ll get it dirty.

My dad opened the door for her. I remember. They didn’t talk anymore. My dad can’t speak either, because he has drunk a lot of wine. When he drinks, his mouth stutters. Even if he wants to speak, he can’t speak. My dad knocked the door open. When my mother went out, he slammed the door again. Then, he continued to drink, drinking all over the room, drinking bottles all over the floor. I’ll never forget that strong taste in my life. It’s really strange. I like drinking because my father is drunk this time. Originally, wine is a good thing, drink, can forget worries. My father is not at home. When I was five years old, I would steal a little wine. My father never knew.

Without my mother’s life, it’s much worse for me, but it doesn’t seem to be much worse. Because, even if she’s here, she doesn’t care about me. She’s gone. I just can’t see her flamboyant shadow. Other, no difference. After my mother left, my father held me to sleep, tears flow to my face, salty, wet. I love my dad. But his obstinate and crude way of education also made me more self abased and closed. Childhood is really hard.

In fact, I’m sorry that when I grew up, I didn’t ask my father what I fell in love with my mother? He clearly likes my mother, and after getting rich, he fantasized countless times that my mother would come back, leave the old man and return to him. But I forgot to ask. I can still ask my mother about this topic. How about my mom, marry dad, do you have love? With me, my mother will deny it. Unexpectedly, in the late spring afternoon when the flowers were in full bloom, in the secluded peach forest, my mother gave me a very positive answer: “don’t love him, why do I marry him? If a young girl is willing to elope with a man, it must be because of love. ”

I was stunned. My mom loves my dad. No wonder my dad is so confident that he starts a long wait.

Although my father is no longer here, I still feel a little sweet when I think of this failed and short-lived marriage? My mother sighed deeply: “your father’s death day is coming, I still want to buy a bunch of flowers to see him. After all, there is still love between husband and wife. Your dad and I, it’s my fault. I’m sorry for him. I’m in pursuit of flashiness. I haven’t set my mind yet. What he wants is a steady wife, I’m not. We’re all together. It’s too impulsive. ”

We walked in silence. I think, if my father is still here, and my life can never be more than once, will my father still choose my mother?