[comprehensive] accumulated gold and bone

The rain-soaked dirt road in the field was wet and muddy, and walking was several times more difficult than before. Holding a new umbrella, Fuchao walked back to his residence step by step with little effort.

On the road, the sun rises, the sound of frogs croaks, and the drizzle stops now and then. The raindrops are warm, and the clothes are not wet. It is a pure and soft scene.

He put the umbrella away and leaned against the porch, and patiently knocked off the wet mud on the soles of his shoes in front of the porch. Hearing Harada's voice behind him, he thought he had gone wrong.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Fu."

Natsume and Harada set up a small table, and the documents related to the lawsuit were piled up under the table. Sweet smell of alcohol.

"Want some?"

Natsume didn't say a word about him not coming home all night, and smiled as usual.

"Her homemade peach wine, just right for the weather."

Harada, who is self-taught, has a lot of knowledge in food, and he can taste wine even if he doesn't know how to taste wine.With such skills, she didn't have to be greedy for anyone's money.

Harada and Natsume took the documents and went to the back room to discuss matters, leaving the sullen Ellie to be taken care of by Fu.Perhaps the alcohol has revived, and Fuchao's vision is sometimes very blurred, but something is becoming clearer and fainter.

He lay on his side on the porch, the heat was replaced by a cool and humid breeze, and water droplets fell from the eaves.Last night I was unwell and abused, the pain interfered with the nerves, the nerves affected the mood, and the mental problems of capriciousness were no less than eye problems.He obviously felt that his whole mind was malfunctioning, his eyesight was declining, and his eyes were sore that tears flowed out.In his heart, he sorted out some memories that had been swept into the corners, whether they were major or trivial, they were more real with his current eyes.

"what happened to you?"

Ellie clutched her cheeks tightly with one hand, crawled over and lay down in front of him, thinking that her charm and deterrence could cheer up the weak little brother, and persuaded her inarticulately: "It won't be sad after a night's sleep."

"Then what's the matter with you?"

Being asked this question, Ellie, who endured the pain, had tears of grievance in her eyes.She ate sugar, a lot of sugar, and lied to her mother that she didn't eat it, so she had to bear the toothache and deny it.

"We made the same mistakes that kids make," Ellie cried. "We got the same punishment."

She thought that no matter who is rich or not, crying should be the same reason as herself.

"I want to grow up. When I become an adult, I can eat candy as I like, and I won't have a toothache after eating candy."

"Come on."

"Mom said sleep more and grow faster, do you like to sleep?"

"do not like."

"why?"

"Because I don't dream anymore."

"Why do you want to dream?"

He still wanted to see her, and he could only have the chance to see her in his dreams.

"I had a dream," Ellie said in a daze, about to fall asleep, "Dad in the dream was very strange..."

Ellie fell asleep, and Fukuo wrapped her in a blanket and put her on the sofa. On the way, she touched the radio, and there was no movement in the room where Natsume and the others were talking.

Fuzuo looked away from the door and landed on the knocked down radio.

The layout of the house was not complicated, and Natsume kept it very clean. He couldn't see how the radio could accumulate so much dust.

There is a painting next to the narrow cabinet by the door from the living room to the kitchen, which doesn't match the wallpaper on the thick load-bearing wall.

Fu Chou sat under the rain eaves in front of the corridor, looking at the paintings, and heard the sound of the wheels rolling over the mud.

Seeing that it's Naze's car, Fuzui's brain hurts.

"I really can't keep you. I'll have dinner in the morning before leaving."

Fuchao didn't think about his visit: "I'm not in the mood today."

Naze's eyes reminded him to be careful when speaking, and he turned sideways to reveal the old man wearing a white coat and carrying a medicine box behind him.

Fuchao understood what he meant: "3P?"

"..."

Naze finally finds that her presence is unwelcome.

"Cooperate obediently with the inspection."

"What's the benefit of cooperating?"

"Are you acting like a baby with me by being so unreasonable?"

"Why do you hate me?"

"Here, the benefits you want."

Naze put the things he was carrying on the floor next to Fuzuo. He squinted for a long time before realizing that it was Shakespeare's tragedies.

Just let him cooperate?

"what--"

Fu Chou opened his mouth obediently, while listening to the old doctor with a tongue depressor in his accent.

"Young people don't have to work so hard. The body is the most important thing. What is the reason for this?"

"For happiness."

Fufu replied, and glanced at Nase, slowly and deliberately, letting Nase know how he was despised.

"If you want to say that earning money is for happiness or for your family, I always feel that it shouldn't be like this." The old doctor sighed, "Whose fault is wrong for this concept, this method, and this result."

The doctor writes a prescription, leaves a doctor's order and returns to the car to wait.

Naze refused to leave, Fukuo lay down as usual, flipping through the book aimlessly.

"Took the medicine."

Not hearing his reply, Naze put the medicine in the crack of his open book, put the water glass by his hand, and said again.

"I'm more interested in your sickness."

"..."

Fu Chou's hands fumbling the pages of the book almost spilled the pills.

"When will you remarry?"

"Why are you asking this all of a sudden?"

"I am happy to help you check, and I must help you create another tragic marriage."

"Then I'm counting on you. Maybe Murphy's Law can help you find the right person for me. Unlike you, I still long for happiness."

"You said I don't want to be happy," Fu Chou replied coldly, "That's right, when I'm happy, I have dreams, drink too much, collect money, and step on dead bodies."

"That doesn't count."

"People feel intoxicated when they go through these things. Personal happiness is filthy and cruel."

Nase was speechless for a moment.

"You also said that I love my father and reminded me."

Fu Zou had been sorting out his memory before.

"At that time, his eyelids were sunken into his eye sockets, his face was distorted in pain, and he twitched from time to time. He was only breathless, and he was hanging alive. I took the pendant around his neck and wanted to give him a good time. I strangled him with the pendant chain. But I didn't in the end, from night to dawn, I held the pendant and waited for him to die." Fuchao had a headache, his head was heavy, but his mind was clear, "It's not that I dare not, it's not that I wish him to live a little longer, but I simply don't want to. "

Nase frowned, confused.

"Before, I always thought that no matter how he treated me, I had to love him. God wanted me to be full of love. But seeing my father lying there, who was always disgusted and far away from me, was in so much pain and despair, struggling on the verge of death." With a mysterious and happy smile, "Guess, did I thank the enemy who caused all that for a moment?"

He probably understood it, but he didn't understand it at all.

As an atheist who has a little understanding of theology, Naze does not understand Futou's beliefs, and even as a son, he does not understand Futou's complex emotions towards his biological father.The Electra and patricide complexes coexist outside the theory.

He looked at Fu Chou supporting himself with his arms, slowly got up, and lifted his head as if his neck was hard to force.The bloodless skin, the movement of the bones and the slow movement seemed to be on the verge of death, and it made people suddenly think of a giant python with its belly raised.

Fuchou swallowed the pills.The sky will clear up, the faint oblate moon floats on the dark blue, and the four wild mountains and forests have entered the night ahead of time.Perhaps the painkillers had played a role, and he felt numb as if he was standing in front of his father's cold corpse, his kneeling legs sunk in sticky blood and mud.In front of his eyes was the sky that was gradually brightening, and his body was surrounded by the endless skyline dyed red by the rays of the sun. Fuchu felt sad and had an idea that he couldn't figure out, and that feeling ran through his entire life one after another.

"'Appropriate sadness can express deep feelings, but excessive sadness can prove lack of wisdom', not to mention that I am neither qualified nor reasonable to pose as a victim."

He said as if talking to himself.

"It's a good idea, isn't it? The things I lost are actually the things that end the pain. If such a thing happens, you don't have to worry about it happening."

To realize it, he doesn't know what to do, how to face them in the past with the appearance of the future.

He is aware of his predicament, but he doesn't know the origin of the predicament. He seems to be obeying the rules that were established long ago, deliberately preventing himself from being happy and preventing himself from being free.

Suddenly a cold hand covered Fucho's, and his fingers were inserted between his fingers, trying to comfort him to some extent.

"You still want to cover me with your body temperature."

Nase smiled helplessly.The subjectivity of memory is destined to be irrational and biased, and the owner of memory has all the right to explain it.In order to alleviate the pain, he began to tend to deny that it was a tragedy worth suffering.For irreversible tragedies, I really can't forget them. It's better to live like this, and there's nothing inappropriate. At least he's trying to let go.

"I don't want anything else, I just want you to be well."

"So you brought Shakespeare and the doctor here today," Fu Fu said ungratefully, "you think you have an obligation to save me?"

The taunts sent out came back, and Naze still smiled.

He laughs because Fuchao is always so worldly, and sometimes so naive as this.

The light faded, and his face was unknowingly close to the rich man.He is about forty, but he does not look old. Occasionally, he still looks youthful from a certain angle. The wrinkles at the corners of his eyes when he smiles will only make his long eyelashes and green eyes more charming, which is irresistible.

"Stop laughing," it's a pity that Fu Chou is basically blind, "with a wrinkled face."

"I still want to kiss you when the atmosphere is right, but you really don't give me a chance." He complained.

Wrinkles grow like annual rings, and Naze doesn't seem to worry about it.

Fuchao also wants to grow old, and he doesn't want the time in the outer shell to freeze forever, and then die suddenly when the time comes.

"Go to the next door, about that location." Fufu shook off Naze's hand and pointed to the painting that didn't fit the wallpaper. "No matter what you find, don't act rashly."

"What will I find?"

"That's up to you to tell me."