father - home

I am not as confident as I said to Zhao. I don’t know if I can make it back at noon, or even if my leave application will be approved, because I have already asked for leave when my father passed away last time.Fortunately, God helped me.

When I arrived at the battalion headquarters, Captain Piolkovsky hadn't arrived yet, and the others didn't dare to make decisions, so I had to wait.

Near noon, the clerk notified me that the captain was coming.When I went in, he reminded me in a low voice that the officer was in a bad mood, so be careful what you say.I was on edge, wondering if I should submit my vacation application right away.

When the captain saw me, he said eagerly before I could speak, "I remember you seem to know someone from Swabia Hospital."

I immediately fell in love with it, and there should be no problem with the vacation. "Yes, sir, it's Professor Hans Borenner of the Department of Surgery, a good friend of Professor Straghold's," I replied sincerely.I was talking about Professor Hans Borenner, not Jo.Because the professor is a famous surgical expert, and Qiu is Chinese.

"Oh, surgery, what about... pediatrics?"

"What's the matter, sir?"

"It's my son, CJ. He's sick, high fever, throwing up."

"I remember he was very young. He went to the hospital?" I expressed my concern in time.

"Four. Been to the SS hospital in Munich, said it might be scarlet fever. But they weren't sure about such a young child, so..."

"If you trust me, sir. I will accompany you to the Swabian hospital, where the best pediatric specialists in Munich are located."

"That's great." The captain's blue eyes were full of gratitude.

With Qiu's help, Xiao Xijie was immediately admitted to the Pediatrics Department of Swaben Hospital, and the director of the Pediatrics Department was in charge.A smile finally appeared on the captain's gloomy face.So, my leave application was successfully approved, as long as he can find me in time when he needs it.

Although I came home late, I feel good when I think that I can be with Zhao every day for the next half month.The sky was low and dark, and the wind howled through the mountains and forests.The car was driving quickly on the mountain road, bumping forward in the ruts.I arrived at the manor with the pouring rain and ran up the steps and into the hall ahead of it.

"Didn't you get caught in the rain, master?"

"No, thank you, Mr. Reininger." I habitually handed the general cap to the old housekeeper who came to greet me. "Who is with Zhao?"

When I left in the morning, the others hadn't gotten up yet.I told Mr. Leininger that someone must accompany Zhao before I come back, and Zhao cannot be left alone, let alone locked in the house alone.

"Nobody...maybe... madam..."

My brows became tighter and tighter, and my eyes widened. I rushed upstairs before the old butler could finish his speech.

The bedroom door was closed.I controlled myself, tried to move as lightly as possible, and pushed the door open.

The room was so dark that it was almost impossible to see without the light coming in from the corridor.I thought it was because of the sky, but when I got closer, I saw clearly that the windows were closed, the curtains were drawn, and even the curtains on the bed were drawn down.why is that?Why is there no Zhao's voice?Why can't I see my mother and Yu?For whatever reason, I felt shuddering, rising anger and fear.

I don't have a name called Zhao, and I seem to know that I can't get an answer at all.I just trotted over to the bed and drew back the drapes...

"Who did this?" I suppressed my anger and growled.

"It's me...Young Master."

I turned around and stared at the old housekeeper. "Mr. Reininger, even if I didn't give detailed instructions this morning, I think you should know how to treat him."

"Yes...Master."

"Then how do you explain it?"

"Master..."

"Mr. Reininger. I have always trusted your stability and loyalty. I never thought that you would be so narrow-minded and cruel."

"I..." The old man's lips trembled and he couldn't answer.

"What happened today, I won't just pretend that it never happened. You can also consider whether it is still necessary to stay in this home."

"Master!"

That old face, in the past years, has been smiling almost all the time, a reserved and gentle smile, but now, I see complex expressions, timidity, hesitation, panic, surprise and sadness, only No more smiles.I turned away in disgust, not wanting to see him again. "you can go now."

I didn't look, and there were no footsteps on the woolen carpet, but I knew that the old butler, with his body bent and his legs propped up, was suddenly half a head shorter in stature between entering and exiting, making him ten years older.I regretted it a bit, I was too strict and unreasonable, but when I saw Zhao on the bed, I felt that no matter how strict I was, I couldn't be too harsh.

I untied Akira's hands that were tied to the bedposts on both sides.The old butler wasn't too cold after all, he wrapped a thick gauze around Zhao's wrist before tying it up.The hands that were freed did not retract, and remained in their original posture.It must have been restrained for too long, and the muscles have been paralyzed.I gently pull them back.I removed the towel stuffed in Akira's mouth.His mouth, too, remained open.I gently lifted his jaw and muttered words softly.Zhao opened his eyes and looked at me, but he didn't seem to recognize me.He couldn't see me, his empty gaze passed me, through the hangings and the roof above, into the endless darkness, wandering in the darkness.

"Matthias!"

I turned around suddenly.At some point, my mother was already standing behind me.

She has a serious expression, sharp eyes, and her lips are drawn into a line. "Matthias, you should apologize to Paul for what you just said."

"No! Mother, if you see what he did to Zhao, you..."

"I ordered it."

"What?" I exclaimed, startled.

"This is Paul's only home. You were brought up by him alone. How can you... You are not a master like this. Let me tell you, Mathias, no matter what happens, you can't drive him away. If you If you still want to be the owner of this manor and this family, you must apologize to him immediately."

"It turns out... so you are the same as them... you are all the same." I was heartbroken, I had difficulty breathing, and my hands and feet were numb.I searched my brains, what to say, what kind of radical words can express my mood at the moment, my protest, my cry, my anger and despair.I stared at my mother, gritted my teeth and said, "It's not whether I want to be the master of this place, but whether you are worthy of being my mother."

I didn't expect my mother to do it. In 28 years, although she didn't take care of me often, she never hit me, this is the first time.I was stunned.Mother was also stunned.She looked down at her right hand, then looked up at me, as if her hand was hurting, she raised her hand to her mouth, touched her skirt again, finally held it with her left hand, took half a step back, shook her head, turned and left .During this process, I saw my mother's astonished eyes, which became sad because of getting wet.

"I don't hurt, mother, not at all," I said to myself.I wanted to tell my mother that it was true.When my mother sees the wound on my face, she won't use any more force.It was just a stroking. "I really don't hurt, mother."

But I feel sorry for you, mother!

The door was closed, and the room was pitch black.I slumped against the edge of the bed, sinking into the darkness.Thunder, rain, and strong winds.I opened the curtains, and the huge and dense raindrops hit the glass, making a "squeaky" sound, and countless streams merged into waterfalls and poured down in front of my eyes.After the lightning, the surroundings became darker, and the "rumbling" thunder beat my eardrum and my heart.My heart is like a boat in a dark storm, I don't know how deep it will be swept...