The rain is falling in the sky and people on the ground are sad and happy. Today is the funeral of "Mother".
I held her, "father" was crying bitterly.
"Follow me later." I use sign language to compare.
"Well, cold."
The master of ceremonies announced the beginning of the memorial service, explaining the special situation that friends and colleagues could not attend for some reason, and few people were present.
The whole group observed three minutes of silence and played sad music.
"Father" stood on the stage and cried out his eulogy.
We bowed to the portrait of "mother" and said goodbye to her.
"Father" held "mother"'s body and refused to cover the coffin. "Father, let mother leave quietly." I said.
"What do you know! Ah? What do you know!" "Father" cried and laughed, roaring out.
"It's all because of you. Go away!" "Father" looked at her and shouted.
She stood there unmoved. In fact, she could not hear.
"Father" put his mother down gently. Suddenly, he came to us and raised his hand. I blocked her, "Pa".
A gust of wind roared past, and finally fell on my face, I fell to the ground, and "father" just looked coldly.
After a few minutes, I stood up. She looked at me anxiously, but did not know what to do. "Father, calm down," I said.
"Father" turned around, never looking at us again, touched "Mother"'s face, kissed her forehead gently, closed the coffin with reluctance, and then was buried.
Since that day, "father" has no smile on his face, and often holds his mother's portrait, crying and laughing.
"Chu Han, come here." "Father" lit a cigarette and smoked, his face solemn and relieved.
"Yes, father."
"She will give it to you later." "Father" patted me on the shoulder, as if pleading with me.
"Father, are you leaving?"
Yes
"How do we live?"
"There will be living expenses every month, and the house will be left to you."
"Yes, father."
"Hmm." "Father" came to the balcony and looked at the flowers and plants planted by "Mother" with nostalgia in his eyes.
He continued to smoke, changing one cigarette after another, closing his eyes from time to time, as if thinking about something, I looked at my father, wondering.
This is the time when a man is most vulnerable, his heart's support is destroyed, and his life loses its meaning, so he chooses to leave.
I walked forward and pulled the "father"'s coat. "What's wrong? Chu Han."
"Father, I will take good care of her. This is my promise."
"Well, Chu Han, she... is my daughter, and I will rely on you later." Said this, "father"'s eyes were full of tears, but he still held back.
"Trust me, father." I don't know what my father thinks, but I will do my duty.
"Father, where are you going?" I asked.
"Father" looked at me, raised his hand, but still put it down, looked at me, "go to a city where no one knows me, and start again."
"Well, father, are you going to abandon us?"
"Almost," said Father, looking at me.
"In fact, it's nothing if you don't take care of her. My feelings for her are not as good as yours, although she is my daughter."
"Well, father, I know."
He put out his cigarette and walked back to the room. I stood there, full of apology.
I, after all, still affect people around me. I am born with bad luck.
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The reason why father and mother use double quotation marks is that they are not biological.
