father - home

"Mr. is seriously ill, return quickly."

There were only six words in the telegram, but I read it for a full minute.It’s not doubting the authenticity of the contents of the telegram. Joseph called. He wouldn’t urge me to go back until the last juncture, nor was he hesitant to go back. There is still that layer of legal father-son relationship, but emotionally, he is also one of my few relatives, not to mention, I still have the most important things to ask him.I was just in a trance for a while, and the wound that had healed was aching again at this moment.

It took me half a day to complete all the formalities, booked the ticket, and arrived at Tokyo International Airport alone early the next morning without telling anyone.

"Hello! Sir, can I help you?" Behind the counter, there was a youthful and beautiful smile.

"Hello!" I also smiled and handed over my passport and air ticket.

"Please wait."

"Ok."

After receiving the passport and air ticket, he lowered his head to check the relevant information.

As expected, her wide eyes lingered on the passport for a moment, then looked up at me again.

I knew she would definitely take a look at this, so I was ready and waiting with a smile on my face.

Sure enough, she immediately felt embarrassed, and quickly covered her face with a smile: "Are you going to Munich?"

"Yes."

"Go home?"

"Yes, go home."

As she spoke, she had already completed the formalities and handed over her passport, air ticket and boarding pass to me. "Well, sir. I wish you a pleasant journey."

"Thank you!"

I turned around and left the counter, quickly went through the security check, went through the customs formalities, and boarded the Lufthansa flight from Tokyo to Munich.

The Japanese are very serious in their work, which is very similar to the Germans. Therefore, without exception, every staff member who checks the information on my passport will stare at my passport for a while, and then look at me carefully. There are surprises, doubts, embarrassment, and even a little apology in the eyes.Of course I know why, because of my name, and my face.

I have a rather odd full name: Fu Yi Karl-Heinz von Meissenbach, and a face that doesn't quite match this typical German surname.Karl-Heinz von Meissenbach is the name of the previous generation of Bavarian Baron Meissenbach, which is my grandfather's name.It is almost a tradition in Germany to name newborn babies after their ancestors, which is not only a respect for the ancestors, but also a hope and blessing for the children.But this is different for me, because I don't need anyone to tell me, I know from the time I can understand that I am not the biological child of my father, Baron Matthias von Meissenbach, because I have a long and He had nothing in common with an Asian face.And what does "Fu Yi" mean?The first time I saw the full name written on the enrollment registration form, I wanted to know. I asked my grandma, I asked Joseph, and they all told me to ask my father. I never had a mother, so I had to ask my father. Stay with him less and never find a chance.

After a while, the plane was ready to take off, and the captain gave a welcome speech in German.Hearing this long-lost and familiar language, I suddenly felt kind, and my eyes were a little sore.For three years I spoke almost exclusively Japanese and no German, but she was the language I dreamed of every night, the language of my dreams, my mother tongue.

Three years, I have been studying in Japan for three years.The study itself is nothing special, the level of neurosurgery here is world-class, and my supervisor is a world-renowned neurosurgery expert.But the reason why I decided to study in Japan was not just because of the academic status and technical level of the instructor, but another reason: I wanted to understand Asia, who I was, and to find my real home.

In three years, I never went back to Germany, but in Tokyo, I didn't feel at home either.

I am going back today, to Germany where I have been away for three years, and to the home where I have been away for seven years.

The slender fingers are inserted into the soft and smooth blond hair; the trembling golden eyelashes are kissed by the plump red lips; the broad chest is pressed against another young body; the fiery passion burns two young and restless hearts.Eyes meet, lips touch, fingers interlock, skin to skin.The bright moonlight shines through the white gauze curtain blown by the wind and shines on two embracing torsos: the short hair is soaked with sweat, the vision is gradually blurred, the breathing is getting heavier and heavier, and the heart is about to jump out of the chest.The head was tilted back unconsciously, the skin was glowing, and the Adam's apple was trembling, attracting a string of kisses like a drizzle, affectionate and perverse.The fingers are unconsciously exerted force, almost sinking into the flesh, the limbs are entangled, feeling the impact of beating the soul, violent and crazy.The mouth suddenly opened wide, he sucked in a breath of cold air, his hands and feet were cold, the passion was like the eruption after the accumulation of volcanic lava, destroying everything and giving birth to new sprouts.The mind is blank, the body is floating up, the corners of the eyes are curled up, and the knowing smile is full of tenderness and hope...

On a sunny summer night, there was a sudden gust of wind and showers. After lightning and thunder, the person in his arms was dripping with blood, his blue eyes became transparent, the corners of his gray lips froze the last smile, and the hand lingering on his cheek fell powerlessly. The passionate body has been completely cold. "Manfred! Manfred!" No matter how much he yelled, he couldn't hear him, no matter how much he shook, he wouldn't respond at all, only strands of blood splashed out from his smooth blond hair, dyeing the sky red, dyed The red ground, dyed everything in the eyes red, dyed the whole world red.

"Are you cold, sir? Would you like a blanket?"

Shocked, I opened my eyes and stared at the girl in front of me blankly without coming back to my senses.

"I see you are shivering. You'll be cold when you're asleep. Put on a blanket." The girl said softly, shaking off the blanket and covering it for me.

I knew it was just a dream, and I broke out in a cold sweat. I thought the voice must be terrifying when I spoke at this time, so I smiled gratefully at the stewardess.

The light in the cabin was very dark, everyone fell asleep, but I dared not close my eyes anymore.I haven't had this dream for several years, and now...it must be because of him, I must go to see him, and I can't escape anymore.