rainy night talk

The crimson liquid reverberated in the transparent goblet, and the sour taste passed through the taste buds, reaching the brain, and soon turned into soft sweetness, caressing every nerve of Chen Zhen.

Chen Zhen shook his head slightly, and somehow sank back into the sofa chair. His cheeks were hot, and a sense of disobedience flashed through his mind, but he couldn't grasp the point no matter what.All the sounds, smells, and pictures were moving away from him in a hazy way. He blinked, as if he suddenly woke up from sleepiness, only to find that the old man was staring intently at the photo frame on the chest of drawers. He touched the photo frame lightly, The original photo was immediately overwritten by another one.

Under the dim light, Chen Zhen could only vaguely make out the outlines of some portraits—it was a group photo, five or six young people wearing old military uniforms, and the background seemed to be a mech.However, before Chen Zhen could take a closer look, the old man picked up the photo frame and turned to himself. His eyes wandered between the photo and Chen Zhen. He said, "You are very much like your father, Chen Zhen."

Chen Zhen's sluggish nerves couldn't react, "...do you know my father?"

Chen Zhen didn't have much memory of the man he called his father. He remembered that he was a soldier and was often away from home.

"We are colleagues. When the Brillouin War broke out, I participated in the development of a new type of mecha, and your father also participated in it as a military researcher."

As a result, more details began to emerge in Chen Zhen's memory, including the mecha that turned the tide of the war -- which made Professor Maslow famous in the first battle.And his father was a mecha debugger and an excellent pilot. He participated in various battles, and his name was engraved on the monument of heroes in Brillouin Square.

These things were recorded in files or written into books, and in the end, Chen Zhen learned about them through consulting.Besides, Chen Zhen didn't know that person much better than others.

"He is a talented person." The old man recalled: "He is full of passion and often has surprising ideas."

"It sounds...you have a good relationship?" Chen Zhen was not honored by such a compliment.

"We do get along well...I admire him very much." The old man seemed to be unaware of Chen Zhen's abnormality, but raised his head and thought, "If he was willing to join my research team instead of staying in the military, today he His achievements are no less than mine. He originally had a bright future...but..." The old man drank the wine in his hand.

"Professor, you are drunk." Chen Zhen asserted.

The old man smiled and shook his head slightly, "I know you hate him, although you always emphasize that you have let go." The old man looked at him as if he had seen through him, "However, how could you let go, that memory is your last memory. The important part, that's the starting point, the way you think, the style you act around, it's not just your emotional bedrock, it's the spine."

As if being stabbed in the heart by something, Chen Zhen's heart began to throb in pain, "How can hate be the most important part? How can its destructiveness and instability build up a person's personality!"

"Not only that, but hatred is also the most powerful emotion." The old man said in a deep voice, "Think about it carefully, child, what supports your mother to live?"

Chen Zhen's eyes widened, filled with puzzlement and stinging pain.

"It's you, it's hate... People are always like this, love is fleeting, but hate is until death." The old man leaned against the wine cabinet, his eyes drifted slightly, and a thin layer of red floated on his face. "She cursed your father, took revenge on him, and prevented him from seeing you. She created an illusion of a perfect wife and forced public opinion to push your father into a desperate situation step by step."

The color faded from Chen Zhen's cheeks, and he said in a trembling voice, "Please stop talking, professor."

"I have to tell you with regret that what is hidden under the appearance of a loving mother is not love, but hatred."

"哐", the wine glass fell, and there was a muffled sound on the carpet, and the crimson liquid spread at the feet, like blood.Chen Zhen hoarsely said, "Even if what you said is true, she is still a good mother to me."

The old man shook his head with pity in his eyes, "Chen Zhen, my poor child, you really like to deceive yourself and others sometimes, and this is also like him." The old man put down his wine glass and walked towards Chen Zhen. "It's my fault, I should have found you earlier."

Chen Zhen looked up at the old man, and he felt an invisible pressure forcing all his bones to ache.

The old man gently stroked Chen Zhen's head and said, "If I had been earlier, all the tragedies would not have happened. You will be my son, and I will raise you with all my heart and watch you grow up..." The old man Gently stroking him, this soothing action made Chen Zhen instinctively relax, but another voice kept warning, and his whistle was hot to the imprint.

"...you didn't deserve to die, kid."