dizziness

After taking a bath, Owen felt much better. The old mother watched him eat while crying silently, which made the food Owen chewed seemed to be filled with salty acid instantly.

The meal was extremely uncomfortable, and the mother's concerned and worried eyes, and the appearance of hesitating to speak, made Owen feel like he was sitting on pins and needles, so he had to throw away the meal in a hurry to escape.

After the old man came back from Owen, he stayed in the study all the time, uncharacteristically, he didn't question him violently.

When Owen passed the glass door of the study, he couldn't help but stop, watching silently.The old man is practicing calligraphy at the moment, and his expression is still serious and meticulous, but the white hair on his head is particularly dazzling and old. Perhaps no matter how old Owen grows, when facing the old father, he still suddenly feels that he has never grown up.

He is the old man of the old man, and he actually has an older brother before Owen, but because of the chaos in the world when the Anti-Japanese War broke out, the old man joined the army to fight against Japan and then went south with the army to liberate. Things have changed and people have changed. Even the village where I grew up has disappeared, let alone the traces of my wife and children. It is still unknown whether they are dead or alive.

So Owen's mother is not the old man's original partner. After the two got married, the old man gave birth to Owen when he was nearly 40 years old. It seems that he was deeply in the pain of losing a child. He disciplined Owen strictly since he was a child, for fear that even this son would be lost. of.

However, Owen was indulgent by nature since he was a child, and became extremely rebellious when he grew up. The relationship between the father and son was on the verge of breaking down. The old man was naturally disappointed in him, but there was nothing he could do. The tempers of the two were exactly the same. After meeting, no one would give in. In the end, they could only barely maintain this continuous blood relationship and live their own lives.

In fact, Owen didn’t want to be like this. He was naturally indulgent because he longed for freedom, but the root of his rebellion was his different sexuality. When he was young, he couldn’t say these things, let alone dared to say them. He acted extreme just to vent his heart. Without tolerance and redemption in the family, they can only learn how to save themselves.

His strength is nothing more than an antibody formed by being weak for too long.

The old man took the last payment and looked up at the person outside the door. Owen unconsciously avoided that sight, and after a long stalemate, he gritted his teeth and pushed the door open.

"dad."

Owen called out weakly. Under the scowl of the old man, Owen's eyes wandered at a loss. Although his whole body was tidied up at the moment, he still felt embarrassed for some reason.

The old man nodded seriously and said, "School work is going well?"

"Well, it's okay."

"Come back to see your mother when you are free, she misses you very much."

"Um."

Owen answered hastily. In his memory, he had never had such a peaceful conversation with his father. He was even a little nervous, afraid that he would not be able to answer the next question the old man would ask.

The old man glanced at him, didn't go into it further, just pointed to the words I wrote just now and said: "You, come and see how the words I wrote are good."

As he spoke, he walked to the side of the horse stand and sat down. In fact, the old man is not a literate person, and he has never read any books. He didn't practice calligraphy until after retirement, which can be considered as a way to pass the time.Therefore, strict discipline to Owen when he was a child is not education. At most, he relied on the role of a father to let Owen go east, and he must not go west.

Owen stood in front of the desk, looking at the words on the rice paper, suddenly stunned for a moment, raised his eyes to look at his father's face with his eyes closed, and clenched his fists with sweaty palms: "Very...very good."

"Then read it to me and listen."

"Xi Yuan."

The master nodded his head in satisfaction and opened his eyes to look at Owen's panicked face, and said again: "Your father, I am uneducated. I wrote it from a copybook, and I don't know what it means. You are a teacher anyway. Explain to me, and I am also a teacher." Write clearly."

Hearing his father's familiar tone, Owen couldn't help but look at him a few more times: "Probably...the meaning of cherishing fate..."

"Tsk, that's a good idea, but there are too many strokes. I spent a lot of time writing that Yuanzi. Although it's not well written, it's a pity to lose it. If you rewrite it, it might not be as good as this," see Owen With a heavy complexion, he pursed his lips and said nothing, the old man suddenly smiled to himself, "But I don't think it's in vain to support you, a bastard, the words that I didn't understand until I was in my 80s, you already understand when you are in your 40s, I think it’s good or bad, just this one, you take it outside and frame it for me, and then bring it back tomorrow and hang it in this room, it’s not a waste of writing.”

When Owen walked out of the study with the calligraphy in hand, the old man began to concentrate on practicing calligraphy again. He even wondered in a daze whether his father had noticed something and said such words.

Maybe the old man didn't have any intentions, but Owen couldn't help but fell into it when he saw the two words on the paper.

The reason why people meet each other is because of fate, the father-son relationship between Owen and the old man, or the accidental encounter between Owen and others, no matter good or evil, in the final analysis, it is a kind of fate arranged by God.

But he couldn't help thinking deeply, what is the relationship between himself and Ruan Miaomiao?

Regarding each other, the two are probably just like what the old man said. Although the relationship between them is not well written, they cannot be discarded gracefully.

Owen couldn't be as open-minded as the old man, and this was the only good or bad relationship, because of the relationship between him and that person, he had written the wrong pen from the beginning, and even Owen didn't know what he wrote.

After living at home for more than a week, his mother took extra care of him everywhere, and Owen's mood changed a lot. Although he and the old man still didn't have much conversation, the relationship between the two seemed to have eased a lot inadvertently.

But every night, Owen still tosses and turns, thinking about the little things between him and Ruan Miaomiao. From the first meeting to the present, he even sometimes asks himself, what would his life be like if they had never met each other? .

Owen didn't go back to his home for a long time. In fact, he didn't want to escape, but wanted to give that person time to leave cleanly. He didn't want to see a trace of Ruan Miaomiao when he went back by himself.

Yes, maybe this is Owen, now that he is determined to give up, he no longer wants the two to be looming in each other's world.

Even if the relationship has deteriorated, at least there should be room for a smile, after all, that person may be the last time he loves so hard.

He hoped that when he was as old as his father, he would recall that boy, this past, and not regret the courage he had at the beginning.

Owen laughed at why his eyes were wet again. He knew that he didn't look good when he was crying, but his heart was actually very innocent, so why did he have to let it always hurt so much.

The guy in the mounting shop just called and said that the old man's words had been framed. Owen came back and tidied it up sloppily before leaving the house.

The transportation facilities in the suburbs are far less convenient than those in the city. When Owen came back, he didn’t bring anything with him, let alone drive, so he had to walk a short distance, get on the bus and drive several stops before arriving at the only framing shop nearby.

"Boss, I'll take down the words." Owen lowered his head, lit his cigarette, and said with the mouthpiece in his mouth.

In the white mist in front of my eyes, I saw a busy figure from behind, and said in a hurry: "Oh, ok, what words did you frame?"

"City." Owen took another puff, took off the cigarette and said.

The people in the store stopped their movements suddenly, as if they had just heard Owen's voice clearly, and couldn't help turning to look at him.

When the smoke in front of each other cleared, both of them couldn't help opening their eyes wide, and called each other's name in unison.

"Owen?"

"Jane Cheng?!"