Sunset red

Shou sat there motionless, listening to the sound of his adopted son closing the door and leaving.

He sat there until the food was no longer steaming, and then he moved his eyes and saw the dishes and chopsticks that were not cleaned up on the table, as well as the debris that fell on the ground.

Standing up by inertia, like a pre-programmed robot, it swept the floor, washed the dishes, and wiped the table.

It wasn't until he was putting the leftovers in the refrigerator that a thought formed in his mind: From then on, it would be meaningless to do these things, because no one would come back, and he was the only one left in the family.

Over the years, Shou occasionally imagined what the situation would be like now if he hadn't resisted that day.

After all, what happened later proved that the director was not a person worthy of his righteousness.The decision he made, in the end, only fulfilled his own dignity.

If he had chosen another direction and obeyed the boss, maybe the boss would soon get tired of playing and let himself return to his normal life.If the big boss rewards a little chance, maybe he will rise to the top.

Every time I think of this, Shou will forcibly stop my thoughts, as if even such an idea is a kind of betrayal.Once I think this way, my 20 years of hiding and downfall have become a joke.Only by firmly believing that he is right can he survive day after day with this thought.

However, just now, he heard the child he raised himself say: "Do you want to be like you, stay in the gutter without seeing light for the rest of your life, and then stop your own child from climbing up?"

The fig leaf was ripped away.

It turned out that there was no dignity.It turns out that this kind of life is a gutter.After staying in it for a long time, I didn't even smell the smell.

After drying his hands, he walked out of the kitchen and looked at the empty dining room and living room.The light pinned his shadow to the wall.

This is his life, and nothing remains in the end.

No, not everything, at least Gong.

Shou walked out of the house subconsciously, his footsteps were unprecedentedly hurried, he just wanted to leave this place and meet Gong.

Just after leaving the community, the phone in his pocket rang.

Shi Gong: "I'm going to eat supper, do you want to come with me?"

"Ah, I'm too full for dinner, so I won't go." Shou heard his nonchalant, slightly smiling voice.

"Okay." Gong hung up the phone.

Shou's pace slowed down.

What will you say after meeting?Tell him what his adopted son did, and let him bother to comfort himself?

The adopted son's voice echoed in Shou's ear again: "A bunch of old trash who are still hiding under the shadow of the boss, waiting for someone to help you get ahead..."

Shou knew his child well, and knew that there was an element of anger in this remark, and he was even retaliating for the "look down" that he said.

But at the same time, he also clearly realized that there was nothing wrong with this sentence.

After the adopted son left the nest and flew away, there was no one in this world who could rely on him.There will be no burden on his shoulders, but he himself will be a burden to others.

Shou walked aimlessly from one street to another.

Meeting by chance, Gong has paid enough for him, but he is blindly negative and cowardly, and only troubles are returned to the other party.

Can't go on anymore.

Make a change now.

To be a happy and proud person, to be a person worthy of being loved.

But too tired, too tired.

"Change" requires more energy, and he no longer has the face to ask the world for energy.

How did you get to this point?

Looking back, it was like a big dream.

But he can't regret it.

No regrets, no looking back.Because there is only this "no regrets" left, and without it, there is nothing.Go ahead, go straight to the black.

Shou stopped and found that his feet automatically led him to a tall building.

This high-rise building is opposite Gong's company, and the roof of the building can be seen from Shou's office.

In the past, he would sometimes stop the work at hand and stare at the roof of the building for a while, but eventually he would look away.

Now those reasons that made him look away no longer exist.

So he walked in slowly, took the elevator to the highest floor, and found the ladder leading to the roof.

Gong parked the car at the gate of the community, and called Shou again.

The bell rang for a long time before the other party picked it up: "What's wrong?"

Gong: "I'm downstairs at your house. I brought you a midnight snack. Come out and get some."

"...Sorry, I'm not at home..."

"You're not home so late, where did you go?"

The other party was silent for another two seconds: "I'm shopping with my son, and it will take a long time to go back. I'm sorry, don't wait."

It was rare for Gong to experience the romance of a young man giving supper, but he got off to a bad start, and started the car with some disappointment: "Okay, then I'll go back."

"Well, go to bed early, good night."

Gong was about to hang up when he suddenly remembered something: "Give me a key to your house later?"

"..."

Gong: "Or simply live in my house. Anyway, it's a waste of space for me to live in such a big house by myself. You can eat together when you come, and the chef can do more tricks—by the way, your son doesn't mind?"

There was no sound for a long time.

Gong frowned and turned around an intersection: "Hello? Is the signal bad?" There seemed to be a faint wind on the other side.

"No, I can hear you." Shou's voice was calm.

Gong realized that this proposal was a bit abrupt: "Well, don't worry about this matter, don't feel pressured, we'll talk about it when you're ready."

Shou's hand was blown by the cold wind and almost lost consciousness. He was afraid that he would not be able to hold the phone, so he held it tightly with both hands, and his voice was still gentle: "Do you want to live with me?"

Gong: "Yes."

Shou's tears flowed down silently: "Do you like me so much?"

Gong was not used to the sudden bluntness of the other party, so he coughed dryly: "Yeah - there is some noise at your end."

"What do you like about me? Do you like me as an actor? Or as your assistant? Or just stay at home and cook for you?"

Gong turned the steering wheel, a few images appeared in his mind, and he felt guilty: "Uh, of course I like them all."

"Then tell me which one I made you the hardest?"

Gong smiled embarrassingly in surprise: "Act, actor...but not because of acting itself!" He said in a gentlemanly tone, "The point is... when you like yourself, I like you the most."

"..."

Gong: "Hello?"

"I see. Good night."

Gong: "Good night, see you tomorrow."

The call is over.

The lights on the rooftop were dim, and no one saw Shou kneeling on the ground, hunched over, like a cooked shrimp, clutching his phone tightly to his chest.

No one knows when he came up and why he left.

Gong didn't know anything from beginning to end.