Chapter 93:

It is indeed a father and son, and even the lines come out of a mold-this idea comes up in my heart, and the corners of my mouth can't help but go up, but I have not completed all the actions.
After all, the action of "laughing" in front of his father has not been completed for a long time.
Qi Xiao murmured with that half-formed smile: "Just call home ... ask the situation ..."
It was the same as the reply to his brother, but his tone began to sour and soft like his nose, just like a crumpled piece of paper that could not be pressed back to the flat and smooth before. Qi Xiao hopes that his left hand is not injured, so he can hold the phone with both hands, otherwise he does not know if the hand will shake too much, so that he accidentally dropped the phone on the ground.
The person over the phone was silent for more than ten seconds.
"nothing to say."
Sure enough, even the answer is the same. When the dialogue went to this place, after all, it still ran into a dead end.
Sure enough, still have to hang up.
Qi Qi felt that the cold air he had inhaled before the phone call was insufficient, because his chest could still feel the bitter chill, making his shoulders start to tremble slightly. He kept his tone as far as possible without losing his gaze: "Well ... I know."
The other party did not reply.
Qi Qi's thumb moved gently to the button to terminate the call, but there was no way to press it dashingly. Hurry-he urged himself in his heart, because that person must be waiting for him to hang up.
But at this time, my father suddenly said again: "What happened?"
Qi Qi froze.
The other party paused at this time, and it was almost a bit mean to add a sentence: "Are you thrown away by another man?"
The father's sentence was nothing more than insinuating that he had come out for his ex-boyfriend, but the other party chose to get married and have children, and he threw down his own responsibility to bear the consequences. Let go of a boulder-like ease in my heart.
I actually feel that ... I can cope with such a conversation.
"I'm sorry to disappoint you. I'm still as obsessed as before," he said, and he specifically borrowed his mother's mantra. When referring to Shen Yan, he did not stop the gratification in his voice from passing directly, "And ... I met someone who was very good to me, and lived a very ordinary life every day."
"Humph."
The opponent sneered coldly.
Can't hear it is more contempt, more disappointment, or more surprise.
There was another long silence.
During the silence, the background music of the radio station on my father's side sounded clearer-it was an old piece of music that Qi Chen had often heard before. The familiar notes flowed into the ears one by one, as if someone had embedded fragments of memory into his mind, trance thought of the scene after he got up every morning when he was still living in that home.
At that time, sister Qi Qi had just graduated and worked in his hometown. He helped his mother cook eggs and filter soy milk early in the morning. While he was wearing his school uniform, he pushed his brother Qi Zhe out of bed and rushed to the bus to high school after breakfast. My father usually sits on the old rattan rocking chair in the living room, slamming his finger against the handle with the tune.
He even remembered where the rocking chair was placed, in which direction, and the "squeaky" sound of swinging back and forth.
Lips opened slightly, blurting out: "I don't know why, recently ... I always think of you."
"Changdi" was also on the way to that game.
Subconsciously turn up the memories of the past, imitating the father's mad behavior in memory. The more vivid the performance, the more proof that his impression of his father still exists in a drawer at the bottom of his heart. And these days, this drawer seems to have been opened more and more times.
"It may have been outside for a long time, even if I can't go back, I still think about it."
Father or home.
After finishing speaking, Qi Qi lowered her head and silently reviewed the tone just now, hoping that the voice did not tremble, and that the tone was not much different from the normal day. But the cold air around him was too strong to his nose.
The other end of the phone seemed to intend to remain silent, without saying a word.
After a moment, Qi Qi took the initiative to divert the topic so that both parties would not have to step down: "Actually, I called today because I will have an interview later, so practice in advance."
"Practice? I've been a reporter for six years, so I haven't had a good time." It turns out that my father still remembers how many years he came out to work.
"Because the subject of the interview is a mother," Qi Zi paused, not sure whether it would be wise to continue talking, but his idea was decided. He took a deep breath and slowly said, "This mother she ... abandoned her son. I was going to ask her a few questions on behalf of her son today."
Without waiting for any response from the other party, Qi Qi paused for a moment and then smiled at herself.
"I'm thinking, if I can calmly abandon my parents, then I can also calmly face her-if, I can know what my parents think, probably also what she thinks."
There was a slight breath of breath coming from the microphone, which was obviously a prelude to anger.
Qi Qi secretly squeezed the phone.
The heart was like a whip, and it hit him in the chest. The huge impact is urging him to give up-but, for many years, the father and son have not carried out the dialogue on this, so he must Force yourself to persevere, don't click on the hanging symbol on the screen.
Curiously, the other party did not hang up.
As if it were a contest to see who is more tolerant than others, the atmosphere is fierce and the emotions are on the verge.
"Dad," Qi Zi called out the name that had become unfamiliar, and all the words in the export were stiff, "You think, parental ... Why can you abandon your own flesh and blood? Let them go back outside Can't get home, and live alone? "
"That must be because her son did something wrong." When his father answered, he panted heavily into the microphone, loud and loud.
"No," Qi Zi interrupted sharply. "Her son did nothing wrong-never."
The two were in a stalemate for a time.
For a while, the other party said coldly: "Maybe because her son didn't realize that he had done something wrong."
Qi Qi heard the words, smiled sadly, and walked a few steps in the same place under the wall, finally convinced himself to suppress the expansion of emotions, and trembling slightly, he asked: "... I ca n’t choose my own life, I ca n’t choose some natural What is meant to be the wrong thing? "
The person at the end of the conversation seemed to be shocked by his sharp tone, and did not answer immediately.
Qi Qi couldn't stop.
"Dad, is it because I was born a comrade? Should I be involved in a car accident? I should have died in a car wreck? I should have broken two bones and lay alone in the hospital without family visits. Should I be the most desperate? When you ca n’t go home, you can only work alone and go on business trips to paralyze yourself?

After years of enduring interrogation and screaming, Qi Zi finally realized that she was out of control, and she froze with cold sweat, and returned to reality.
"I'm sorry," he gasped slightly, apologizing in a low voice, "... I just digressed."
Even he was surprised that the call continued to this day, and neither party hung up halfway. If it is a few months ago, it is estimated that it has been disconnected. Other people's impression of him is a very gentle and open-minded person, but only he himself knows that he is very stubborn.
Of course my father knew.
"Ah……"
He laughed softly and suddenly.
"Actually, I know that it's embarrassing for you to have such an" abnormal "son at home." He murmured into the microphone numbly. "My sister has been married for so long, I never dared to mention my husband to their family. Things. Xiaozhe used to be so close to me before, and ran behind me all day long, and now he refused to call even a brother. And you and your mother ... "
I would rather not have my son.
The sentence could not be completed.
The throat was choked and there was no sound.
Qi Xiao's eyes turned around on the ground in a haunting manner, lifted up, and stopped on the lime wall in front of him. Suddenly he felt that after a person realized the thickness and height of the wall, standing under the wall seemed so weak. Even if he has the heart to go behind the wall, he can't do it.
auzw.com "Actually, the reason is not important, the important thing is that you don't want me to go back, and I can't go back to this fact."
He took a deep breath involuntarily and closed his eyes.
"So when I interview later, I do n’t want to beg for the mother to accept her son again. The mother and son are reunited or something, because the damage has been done, it is impossible to think that everything has not happened. What did she think at first ... … It does n’t make any real sense to her son. Today, I want to ask her what she thinks now, and whether she has regretted the act of abandoning her own flesh and blood, that ’s all.

At this point, what should be said is finished.
"Thank you, after we talked, I think I probably knew some of these parents' ideas," Qi Zi's smile was dry, but the tone was very honest. He moved his finger to the call termination button, and finally said goodbye, "... Dad, I hung up."
Unexpectedly, his father suddenly spoke to prevent him from performing this action immediately: "Wait."
Qi Qi was startled, and almost touched the thumb of the screen really stiff, did not press down.
He heard a faint cough coming from his father ’s microphone. He was old and sounded not as strong as before. His throat smoked by tobacco and alcohol was hoarse when he spoke in a low voice: "After the interview, let ’s call Call back ... tell me if she has. "
Do you have--
Is there regret? Does this mean this?
Qi Chen was a little dumbfounded in his head. This thought even surprised him even more than his father had asked him to make a second phone call home on the same day.
He blinked twice blankly, and subconsciously responded: "... OK."
Yu Yin has not yet completely landed, and there has been a sudden "beep-beep" sound from the phone after disconnection. He actually listened for a while before slowly letting go.
The inpatient department of the hospital is still deserted this time. Because morning is the time for routine rounds, family members are generally not allowed to visit the hospital. Basically, only medical staff walk back and forth in the corridor.
Fortunately, Qi Qi had reported to the Provincial People's Hospital before, had a little contact with the leadership, and was a TV reporter. The hospital always had to give some face to the news media. It is not difficult for him to win the opportunity to enter the hospitalized area by this relationship.
Qi Qi found the woman's ward without much effort.
However, the woman was not in the ward.
The nurse in charge of ward rounds told him that when a woman woke up in the morning, she often walked to a secluded corner and sat silently, staring at the glass window in a daze for one or two hours, rarely communicating with nurses or other patients.
"I don't see any family members coming to visit her," the nurse said.
Qi Chen froze for a moment, then smiled softly in her heart-Mother Shen, I didn't think I had a similar experience with you.
"Good morning."
The woman was staring blankly at the half-cloudy gray sky outside the window. Suddenly, she heard a clear voice saying hello to her, and suddenly turned around in a hurry.
There are very few people in this place at this time, and there are very few doctors and nurses passing by.
At this time, a young man stood quietly on the corridor.
The young people's clothes are simple and concise. A very simple white shirt. The buttons are clever. They are both spirited and a little casual. They look very comfortable. In terms of appearance, it's not as bright as the eyes, but the eyebrows are well-decorated, even the standing posture is polite, and the slightly smiling lips are lifted up to give an impression similar to the morning sun.
It's a pity that the left hand destroyed this picture.
A sling holds a thick layer of plaster on the left arm around the waist. Only the right sleeve of the jacket is put in, and the left side just covers the shoulder gently.
Anyone who sees this outfit will know that he has a broken bone, and it explains the reason for his appearance in a place like the hospital.
But the woman's face suddenly turned pale because of this.
It was because she recognized this person-when she met Shen Yan yesterday, it was this person who was standing next to it, obviously the person who was walking with Shen Yan.
"Ah ..." The woman's face was bloodless, her body slightly stiff, and she was sitting in the same position as a rock.
"Auntie," Qi Zi certainly noticed this, but she didn't change her look, and she still smiled at her lightly. "It's a coincidence, your ward is also on this floor."
Having said that, there was no excuse for the woman to get up and leave, and pointed to the position beside her first.
"Auntie, can I sit here if I don't dislike it?"
The woman looked terrified, but couldn't think of a reason why she could refuse. She had to bury her head and move away slightly. While sitting down calmly, her pair of soles were anxiously worn on the floor over and over again, seeming to want to kill time as soon as possible.
Qi Qi lowered her head and dusted off the gray on the bench. In fact, her eyes kept watching her body language.
"Auntie," he yelled again, "Have you eaten breakfast?"
The woman did not speak and shook her head in a hurry.
"I know, the things in the cafeteria here are really not delicious." Qi Qi had experience of being hospitalized in person and said something like she was really still in hospital.
The woman still didn't speak.
What Shen Yan and the nurse said was true, she did not like to talk, and it was even more difficult for her to speak to a stranger like herself.
At this time, Qi Qiao slightly lowered her eyelids and suddenly smiled. It's more appropriate to sigh than to laugh. I was a little surprised by the laughter. The woman looked at him a little bit and saw that he looked sullen. He looked at the floor for a long time without saying a word, and the time of sight stopped unconsciously prolonged.
"But ... people like me who don't have family members come to visit, and no matter how unpleasant it is, they can only swallow it slowly by themselves," he whispered, "otherwise what can I do?"
When the woman heard this, the hand she held was released in a trance, and she no longer clutched her wrist.
Letting go also means letting go.
If people with the same disease in the world can meet, then perhaps the place with the greatest chance is the hospital. Resonance is often the first key to open the conversation box-
"You ... your family wouldn't come to visit you?"
Hearing the first sentence of the other party's initiative, Qi Qi's eyes shone slightly in the depths, but they were buried in the shadows without being noticed by the other party.
"Well," he replied in a muffled voice, even lifting his hand and gently rubbing under his nose, "I was in a car accident, and my ulna and radius fractured. The people at the scene said that I was not dead. And now, I People were hospitalized, but no one came home. "
"Car accident ..." The woman's face paled slightly, and her voice shook a little while restating.
Obviously for her, the car accident sounded a pretty terrible encounter, and Qi Qi said the injury was very specific, and it was even more incredible that no one came to see him.
Qi Qi glanced as she lowered her head and murmured.
While observing, he spotted one of the most important messages without trace: "Not even my biological parents ... didn't come."
The woman was shocked and was speechless for a while.
Qi Chen did not intend to continue talking down because he had to wait. Wait for the other person to ask him the reason-
This process is a test of a person's patience, especially when he is not sure whether he can actually ask the other party to ask questions. Such a wait is simply a form of torture. Fortunately, this torture did not last long.
"Why?" The woman asked.
The voice betrayed her inner struggle and shivered slightly.
Qi Qi was silent, and took a deep breath.
For a long time, he finally confessed in a bleak expression: "Because ... they don't want me anymore. I was abandoned by my parents many years ago."
The author has something to say: In fact, I think that compared to Shen and Dad Shen ... Qi Qi's family is more normal ... =. = (Terrible theory of relativity)
So, mother Shen, are you talking to your daughter-in-law? !