father - home

Come out of the flower house, walk on the gravel road, go up the steps of the main building, enter the door, pass through the foyer and dining room, and you will find the kitchen. This is the closest way.My eyes looked at the two heavy wooden doors inlaid with copper ornaments, but my feet habitually stepped on the grass, turned around, followed the whitewashed wall, walked around half of the building, and came to the small door dedicated to the kitchen. Push the door and go in.

Verma was mixing salad in a large porcelain basin, when he heard the door open, he said without raising his head, "Paul, I told you to call Heinz for dinner, have you gone yet?"

"Ah! It smells so good! It smells so good! What is it delicious?" I remember that when I came to the kitchen, the first thing I said was always this.

"Oh my god!" Verma whispered, and the wooden spoon in his hand fell into the basin. "Heinz, my darling, is it really you?" She wiped her hands on her apron, or rather patted her bump, and greeted me with open arms.

I quickly walked around the long cooking table and hugged her into my arms. "It's me, Verma, it's me."

"Heinz...my darling...you're back..." Verma stood on tiptoe, grabbed my head with his round and fleshy hands, kissed my face non-stop, and muttered , "You've grown taller...my dear...you've grown too tall...Verma can't even reach you."

I looked at her with a smile, and with a little force around her waist, her feet left the ground.

"Wow!" Verma's tear-filled eyes widened in surprise, then he laughed happily and kissed me on the forehead. "You bad boy, not only have you grown taller, but you've also grown stronger. You can finally hug Verma."

"Yes!" I nodded triumphantly.This is a joke between me and Verma.There was a period, before boarding school, when I was trying to convince my family that I was grown up.At that time, Verma always said: "When you can hug Verma, you will be considered as a grown up." Verma is a country girl. Both her weight and her waistline were increasing, and it was not easy to pick her up all at once.

"Okay, okay, put Verma down quickly, Verma is old and can't stand your tossing like this."

I put her down, my hand still didn't let go, and neither did she.In the past, I always liked to put my face on her full and warm breasts, but now our positions are reversed.

I lifted Verma's double chin with my hand and kissed her soft cheek. "You are not old at all, Verma. Look at your rosy complexion, plump figure, and no wrinkles on your face. You are not old at all. You are still so young and beautiful, or..." I wanted to say: still so attractive.Suddenly remembered that this was her sad point, so she quickly shut up.

"Good boy, you are getting better at talking, your mouth is as sweet as honey." Verma rolled my eyes at me, showing a shy girlish expression on her face.

"Stop talking, if you praise her like that again, she really thinks of herself as a 20-year-old girl." Joseph turned the screwdriver in his hand and was opening a bottle of self-produced white wine, interjecting with a smile on his face road.

Hearing what Joseph said, and looking at Verma's bright expression, he understood that the two of them were no longer entangled in that matter, and felt calm.Yes, it's been so many years, and there's nothing I can't let go of.

Verma was a year older than Joseph, actually just five months.Back then, Verma had waist-length golden curly hair, big sapphire-like eyes, and skin as white and tender as cream. She was a well-known beauty and attracted countless suitors, but she didn't like any of them.Verma's parents are housekeepers and stewards of the manor, so she naturally has a sense of superiority over others. People, including her parents, are worried that she has unreasonable ideas and that she will covet that angelic Master Matthias.In fact, it was Joseph that Verma really liked.In her opinion, Joseph is handsome and strong, generous and kind, and her childhood sweetheart, childhood sweetheart, is a match made in heaven.But the strange thing is that as they grow older, the two gradually become estranged, and the relationship is not as good as before, which makes Verma very distressed.

Finally, one day, they went to the town to attend a wedding together. Verma drank a little too much. On the way back, she used the power of alcohol to confess her thoughts to Joseph.Contrary to her expectations, Joseph flatly refused without hesitation, the reason being that he already "belongs".How can it be?Verma knew very well that Joseph hardly dated any girls except himself.Is it because he doesn't like himself at all, looking for an excuse to shirk?Still dissatisfied with your pride and self-will, give yourself a warning?Verma was puzzled and suffered alone in pain.

Soon, two months later, during the summer vacation, she got the answer. It was no longer pain, but shock and despair.She saw him, he really "belongs to his heart", his heart, his body, and his whole soul were given to that age four years younger than him, a head shorter than him, just beginning to develop, and his body Still as slender as a boy, Master Mathias.

The young master has been in Randolph boarding school since he was eight years old, and only comes back during the holidays.When did this thing start?How did it happen?when?Why?These problems were all that Verma could not explain or understand with his own experience and knowledge back then.She looked at Joseph with that soft, sweet, passionate look she had so longed for, but which was given to someone else.God made a big joke on her, why?What did she do wrong to suffer such a shame...

The next day, Verma left.She left a letter, did not explain the reason, just told her parents not to go to her, vowed never to come back.But the old baron sent for her anyway, and they found her two years later in Berlin.She is married, her husband is an auto mechanic, and she has a son.

At the end of 1944, Verma returned with his 14-year-old son.She didn't keep her vow because she was really desperate. In 43, she received a notice of her husband’s death in battle. Allied bombings burned down her home in Berlin. The government issued a conscription order. Seeing that her 14-year-old son was also going to the front line, she had to flee back home to save her son. Caesars estate.

Maybe it was because they had experienced too much life and death. After reuniting after a long absence, Verma and Joseph were very calm. The only important thing at that time was to survive the war.

Verma has been away for 15 years. In 15 years, the old baron died, her parents died, Joseph was disabled, and I became the young master of the manor.

I was not yet five years old at that time, and Verma's arrival was really a blessing to me.Grandma loves me very much, but she is a baroness, spoiled and spoiled since she was a child, she can speak four languages, can ride horses, archery, play the piano, dance, but can't do housework, let alone look after children.Before Verma came, it was Joseph who took care of me. He was both a father and a mother, and my grandma was my "tutor".

I stalked Verma almost immediately.She changed my father's old clothes for me, and they fit me nicely.She made delicious and soft cakes for me, so I don't have to eat hard bread and jerky anymore.She always makes the bed soft, the quilt is fragrant, and she sings and tells me stories when I sleep...

After the war, life got better every day.In the second year, the estate re-made white wine, and later, began to raise horses.When I was eight years old, I had a pony of my own, a black thoroughbred, which I called "Allemande" because my grandmother was teaching me to play Bach's "Allemande" that afternoon. ".

Now, I not only have Joseph like my father, my grandma, Verma like my mother, and an older brother, my family is complete, and I feel happy and satisfied.

The war was over, my father didn't come back like everyone else, and ended up serving 15 years in prison.Grandma was very sad and aged a lot at once.Joseph must be too, but it's not obvious on the surface.I was a little lucky, I knew it was wrong, but my father was a stranger to me, and I didn't want any changes to my originally happy "home" because of his return.No matter how young I was, I could feel that the closer the end of the war was, the more unstable Verma's mood would be, and there would be some small, unreasonable quarrels with Joseph from time to time.Well now, another 15 years of peaceful life, happy life.

Because of the good attitude of pleading guilty and physical reasons, the father was released after serving 12 years in prison.Sure enough, since the day Joseph went to Spencer Prison to bring his father back, the calm was broken, and the stormy days came.