125. Chapter 125 It's too late to love (I hope everyone can love well
125. Chapter 125 It’s too late to love (I hope everyone can love their parents well)
Author: Lao Tuo
Chapter 125 It’s too late to love (I hope everyone can love their parents well)
Xu Hongdou's house is clean, tidy and spotless.
Everything is placed neatly and meticulously in the place where it belongs.
Letting go of her hand, Xu Hongdou walked straight to the photo wall. After glancing at it, she mustered up the courage to take it off, and then came to sit on the sofa with a photo of her friend Chen Nanxing.
"She is Chen Nanxing, my best friend in college, and we have been together ever since."
Speaking of friends, Xu Hongdou's voice, which was leaning on Zhang Wentao's shoulder, was choked again. His voice was also murmuring.
Zhang Wentao took it and looked at it. In his vague memory, he only vaguely remembered that Xu Hongdou was accompanying a woman of similar age at that time. The appearance and expression of the woman at that time were already in his mind.
Looking at the gray photo and the pretty face of the woman on it, Zhang Wentao nodded regretfully.
He doesn't have many friends. They all started their own families when they were young, and they haven't interacted with each other for a long, long time. He doesn't feel the friendship as deeply as Xu Hongdou.
After so many years abroad, due to cultural conflicts, skin differences, and busy work, most of his friends are from colleagues.
The friendship between colleagues is also very different from the friendship established during students.
"When you met me in the hospital, she was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, which was in the advanced stage." Xu Hongdou said softly, tears falling again: "The day before we went to the hospital was the first time we met.
one day."
"The two of us are still together, thinking about the wonderful future."
"Actually, she said she would come to Yunnan together very early, but I was busy with work at that time. But you see, now that I am here and I have left so many memories, she will never be able to come."
After she finished speaking, Xu Hongdou wiped away her tears and pointed to the photo wall in front of her. Each photo recorded the memories she had left here, such as 'delicious food', 'fun stuff', 'making friends', '
the person I like'……
After scanning silently, Zhang Wentao raised his hand and gently stroked Xu Hongdou's hair.
Feeling the fragility and guilt in her heart next to her, he also felt touched by the other person's intentions. He didn't know how to comfort her, as if anything he said was pale at this moment.
Only by slowly accompanying each other and feeling the stasis of time together can we bring comfort to each other.
After a moment, Xu Hongdou looked up at Zhang Wentao and said softly: "Okay, it's time to talk about you."
Perhaps because she was afraid that the other party was not ready to share it with her, she did not mention Zhang Wentao's parents, but said, "I want to hear your story."
"Yes." Zhang Wentao nodded silently, changed his posture, gently took back his hand on the other person's head, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said, "Actually, I told you a lie."
Xu Hongdou was stunned for a moment and looked at the other party. The red eyes and tears in the corners of his eyes made Zhang Wentao feel distressed. He was not in a hurry to explain or turn on his phone.
Instead, he gently touched her, wiped away the tears on her face, looked into her clear eyes, and said: "My father, he worked in BJ's first five-star hotel. He started as a guest room
Department, I also stayed at the front desk, and then went to the computer room.”
"He used to be often in charge of training, so when you asked me before, I was afraid that someone you knew had been exposed to him, so I lied."
"Um."
After listening to Zhang Wentao's explanation, Xu Hongdou nodded in understanding, feeling the warmth coming from the other person's fingertips, and asked: "What about your mother?"
"My mother is just an ordinary employee."
"She has a completely different personality from my father, so when I was young and just ignorant, I often thought about why my father was so outstanding and my mother was so ordinary..."
Zhang Wentao softly told about his past. Because of the memories, he looked out the window. Xu Hongdou listened quietly and stared at the other party silently.
The feeling that Zhang Wentao gave her at this moment was no longer the initial alienation. Instead, she discovered in the other person's plain memories that Zhang Wentao loved his parents very much, but because when he was young and vigorous, he pursued his ideal too much and left his hometown.
Being sensible, he also hurt his mother. Not intentionally, but because of his age and lack of true understanding of love.
"So, your father had a great influence on you and made you ignore your mother's love, right?"
"Um."
Zhang Wentao nodded, and looked sideways at Xu Hongdou. The two were very close to each other, and when they turned away, they were on each other's cheeks. But at this moment, there was no ripple in his heart. The two were like very good friends, talking to each other.
holding each other's deepest secrets.
The sensitive and fragile scab that you don’t want your loved one to touch.
Boys generally have a better relationship with their mothers since childhood, and girls generally have a closer relationship with their fathers. Zhang Wentao is just the opposite. He has blindly worshiped his father since he was a child. Because of this, he chooses to share many things with his father.
, thus ignoring the existence of the mother.
Just like the panic and joy he felt when he first received a love letter, he chose to share it with his father.
Because when he was a child, he found a love letter written by his father to his mother in his suitcase. So he thought his father was more romantic, but he ignored that when his father was sent to work in HK, it was his mother who worked hard at home to take care of the family.
But when he grew up knowing these truths, it was difficult for him to express his love to his mother because the love expressed was no longer pure.
"So every time you promise someone something, you try your best to do it. Is it just because your father slapped you when you were in junior high school because you didn't do what you promised someone else?"
"Well. It's been almost 20 years, and I can still remember what he said to me at that time." Zhang Wentao bit his lip and shook his head.
"Then did you express your love for your mother to her later?"
"What I'm expressing shouldn't be love, it should just be guilt. In fact, after some feelings are missed, money and material things can't be used to make up for it."
Facing his mother, Zhang Wentao felt far more regret and guilt than his father.
In his initial memory, the joy and growth he shared with his mother were far less than the things he shared with his father. But after losing his mother, he gradually came to his senses as time went by.
In fact, his mother has been accompanying him growing up, silently existing by his side.
Cooking for him, washing clothes, and taking care of the family's daily life every day. These rare and ordinary things that he ignored were years of hard work and dedication, and they were also his mother's love for him.
"I think your mother can feel your love for her, and she also loves you." After saying that, in a long silence, Xu Hongdou gently leaned on her shoulder. She wanted to
The other person's heart is closer to the other person, allowing the other person to understand her thoughts at the moment.
…
On this supposedly peaceful night, Zhang Wentao and Xu Hongdou leaned together and looked at the moon outside the carved wooden window and talked a lot, just like the chirping of insects and wind chimes outside. In the silent night, they talked to each other until they leaned against each other.
Fall into a deep sleep together.
The next day, as the cockcrow sounded outside the hospital, the two sleepy eyes looked at each other.
In addition to the intimacy brought by talking to each other, there was also a hint of embarrassment in the eyes of the two people who had shared so many secrets.