Chapter 613: Memories

Chapter 613 Memories Flux
Fu Nanli even forgot that someone was sitting on the sofa behind him, took a cigarette out, lit it, and frowned.
After so long, his thoughts are still chaotic.
It’s been a long time, twenty years have passed. At that time, he was still young, nine years old, and then fell ill again, as if deliberately trying to forget those pains. The memory before the age of nine was blurred, and the impression was only The picture of parents' affection is left.
Now that the news came suddenly, the long-lasting memory gradually became vivid and clear.
Are parents really affectionate?
From how old do people have memories?
Some people are early, some people are late, Fu Nanli is a high IQ, he can even vaguely remember things about three years old.
The words my mother said came up unexpectedly from the depths of memory--
[If you don’t love me, why marry me? ]
His face was a little pale, and he reached out and pressed his temples. The painkillers seemed to not work, and his headache was splitting.
Once the gate of memory is broken, the past will flood out.
It seems that parents often quarrel.
When he was eight years old, his father seemed to say he was going to participate in the concert tour. He went abroad and did not return home for a long time.
It seems that he has not returned home for nearly a year.
When I was young, I was convinced of touring performances. Now I think about it, what kind of tour takes a year?
A world tour is over for at most two months.
After his father went abroad, his always cheerful, optimistic and capable mother seemed to cry behind his back.
It was summer, and the trees outside the window were prosperous. He returned from school and the driver followed him with his schoolbag. He saw his mother standing in front of the French window and it was raining outside, so he shouted.
Mother turned around, the tears on the corners of her eyes were too late to wipe off, he asked her what was wrong, she said she was just listening to a sad song.
A very old-fashioned gramophone is standing aside, and the music inside is Tchaikovsky's [Symphony of Sadness] played by his father.
Before his father went abroad, his parents seemed to have a fierce quarrel.
Fu Nanli felt a bit cold in the palm of his hand and his cigarette burned out. He lit another. The inexplicable text message was like a scarlet soldering iron, which made his internal organs a little bit painful.
Wen Qiao saw that he had smoked three cigarettes in a row and couldn't sit still. He walked to him and pulled his hand: "Why do you keep smoking."
Fu Nanli quickly put out the cigarette in the ashtray beside her, her voice hoarse: "Why are you still here?"
Wen Qiao put his hands on his waist, Fu Nanli put his arm around her waist, and waved the smoke in the air with the other, "Did you not leave?"
Wen Qiao shook his head, "I didn't leave. Is there something wrong with you? Or is there something at home? Can you tell me? Although I am not good at comforting others, I may be able to help you share some of it."
Fu Nanli smiled reluctantly: "It's the company's business. It is a bit laborious to open up the European market, and you don't understand it."
Even if Wen Qiao realized later, he would know that he didn't tell the truth. With his ability, how could he be bothered by work.
"Then take a shower and then sleep? There is nothing that can't be solved by a sleep."
She took him to the bedroom. He moved a bit mechanically, and Wen Qiao helped him take the nightgown and pushed him into the bathroom.
The rushing water from the shower rushed down, and Fu Nanli suddenly returned to his senses, recalling the daily life of his parents during those few years.
The gate of memory collapsed.
(End of this chapter)