father - home

I didn't go home for the weekend as promised, because I had to rescue a subject from a cryogenic experiment.The rescue failed again.It was early Sunday morning when I returned to the manor exhausted.

I did not participate in the experiment, but when the subject suffered from multiple organ failure, even though I knew that I was powerless, I could no longer stand by and watch.Zhao is a miracle, what a miracle, I always think it is a miracle performed by God, how else to explain all the other failures?Zhao's experiment should be regarded as a success, but it is not perfect, because I stopped the experiment without the time and temperature reaching the target.Although it was later known that the body temperature was up, for the rigorous and rigid Germans, it was a fluke, an accident.For each subsequent experiment, Walter followed the procedures of the Zhaoshi experiment, only more strictly, but the results were all failures.I don't think Walter would admit it, and I don't know how much that plays a role, that's our attitude to the subjects.For Walter, all the subjects are just guinea pigs for the experiment. He hopes that they are alive, but that the experiment is successful. It doesn't matter if they are dead, and the experimental data can also be accumulated.How can there be any possibility of success when facing life with such a cold-eyed and insensitive attitude?

I was so depressed that I didn't want to stay for a while after the rescue, so I drove home immediately.I am eager to see him, not because I am afraid that he will be angry, but because I need his bright smile to dispel the haze in my heart; I need his firm eyes to give me the strength to persist; I need his strong embrace to warm my cold body and mind, however, I did not see him in the big house.So early, where will he go?

A velvet blanket was placed on the couch in the study room, and "The Complete Works of Schiller" with a red-brown leather cover was placed on the coffee table next to it.I stood by the piano, staring in a daze, and the imprint of him lying on the sofa was still vaguely left.He used to lie here every day when he came back, with his head resting on the arm of the sofa, covered with a blanket, and holding a book in his hand. Later, it was no longer "The Complete Works of Schiller" because he needed to learn more.He always watched with relish by the floor lamp beside the coffee table.Sometimes I walked in, but he didn't even notice; sometimes he would wave his hand and tell me to wait a while, let him finish this passage; sometimes he waved again, sat up, and made room for me, and I to him.No matter how late, no matter how tired, that is my happiest moment.

Today is "The Complete Works of Schiller", I reached out and touched the light bulb of the floor lamp, it was still hot.Not long after he left, he lay here all night, waiting for me all night.

I sat down, took the "Schiller Complete Works" on the coffee table in the seat he had left for me before, and turned pages aimlessly.The sofa is still warm, and the blanket is also warm. In addition to the scent of ink, the book also has his unique smell mixed with a touch of spearmint.I lay down, resting my head on the arm of the sofa, pulled the blanket over, pressed "The Complete Works of Schiller" to my heart, and closed my eyes.

"His lying posture is the same as yours, and he also sticks the book to his heart like this."

Is this a voice from heaven, or a dream?So loving, gentle and helpless?

"He's been lying here all night, waiting for you."

Mother? !I sat up suddenly. "Mother."

Mother was getting old, and the blonde in her hair had lightened, closer to the gray of her eyes.My mother sat down next to me, her back was not as straight as before, and her hands were a little cold in the autumn morning.I put my hand on my mother's.

"Last weekend, he was waiting here for you, but you didn't come back, and he has been waiting here every night since then."

"Every night? What about him and Yu?"

"It's not easy for outsiders to ask about this kind of thing. I urged him once."

Last weekend, I didn't come back because something unexpected happened to me.I am the culprit.I miss him all the time, want to see him, even if I just look at his back...

"I thought you'd come back too. Zhao is leaving soon, isn't he?"

Mother looked sideways at me.Her gray eyes were not harsh at all, they were so kind and loving, but I couldn't lift my head, let alone meet her gaze.

"I called your camp and they said you weren't there. I was terrified, but Yu reassured me that you'd be fine. Akira said you'd be fine. He said he knew where you had been. You told him But he's still waiting for you here all night."

I told him?Does he know where I've been?I'm confused.This is impossible!Maybe it was just to comfort his mother, otherwise, why would he wait?

"Marty, did you really do that? Zhao really knew?"

"What?" I was suddenly so nervous that I felt cold all over.

"I heard that you have a woman in Munich, a married woman. You didn't come back last weekend, but you were at her place."

Mother is always staring at me.As soon as I met that gaze, I quickly avoided it like a thief. Her kindness scares me more than her severity.

"And last weekend, when you were just discharged from the hospital, you were with her."

"Who? Who said it? Zhao?"

"Marty," Mother shook her head disapprovingly. "You're not an ordinary person. I'm worried that Akira may have heard of it."

I was also worried.Not just worry, but fear!

"Marty, do you want to marry her?"

"What?" It's not the first time I've been asked this.who?First Julian, then the battalion commander Captain Piolkovsky, Walter, and now the mother, what happened?

"She divorced because of you, and you borrowed her a house and spent two weeks at her place on weekends. Do you really want to marry her? Or, Zhao is married, and you can't bear it?"

I gritted my teeth and couldn't answer.I tensed the muscles on my face to suppress anger, panic, and fear, in short, to keep my emotions from getting out of control.

"I don't blame you for having women out there. If there were, I'd be relieved. But Marty, Zhao is leaving soon, why don't you bear it? You know? Zhao does three things every day: ride Take the red rabbit to the cemetery; play the "Amadi" violin; wait for you in the study all night."

"Graveyard?" I murmured.

"Our family cemetery. Did you take him there? Or Joseph? He went every day, alone, to see your father. Every time he played the violin, the first piece must be Canon in D major. When it was late at night, He will come here to wait for you. He is so lonely and sad that I can't bear to disturb him. Why can't you bear it? He loves you so much, don't you love him very much? "

"I……"

My hand has already retracted, but at this time it was held tightly by my mother.

"Marty, you've hurt a lot of people, and I know it's not all your fault, you're in pain too. I believe you love Zhao, I believe you love each other very, very much, and I see everything you've done for him, and now He's leaving, don't let him get hurt again. He's the one you love the most, isn't he? Don't hurt your lover. Don't be stupid, don't think that if you have a woman, he will hate you , will forget you. No! I can see that he will never forget you."

This surprised me so much.I stared blankly at my mother, as if I didn't know her.When has the mother changed?What made her change?Was it my love with Zhao that moved her?Or is Zhao too charming?Even his mother fell in love with him, and didn't want him to be hurt a little bit?Or maybe my mother hasn't changed at all, but I just haven't bothered to understand her.

Mother reached out and stroked my cheek.Only then did I realize that I had been opening my mouth stupidly.

"You've lost weight, you look very tired, and I'm worried about you, Marty."

"Mother."

"Go and find him, he's waiting for you."

"Where is he?"

"I think it's in the cemetery."

cemetery.Since the father has changed, why is it impossible for the mother?