father - home

At the end of the day, Zhao was exhausted.Before dinner, take a shower and change clothes, Zhao is no longer able to go downstairs and sit at the table, so I intend to ring the bell to ask Mrs. Reininger to bring the dinner, but Zhao stops me. "No, since I'm out of the bedroom, I should go to the restaurant for dinner."

"No need, Zhao, mother won't care about it."

"No! I want it." Zhao Qinglang took a deep look at me.

"But……"

"Don't worry, I can persevere." Zhao's voice was weak, but his tone was firm.

I still can't bear it.

Akira stuffed the tie I picked out just now into my hand. "Hurry up! Isn't dinner at eight o'clock? Don't keep Madam waiting."

I nod.This is the first time I've helped someone tie a tie.Zhao stared at me.My hands are shaking.

Zhao is right.

Candles were lit and flowers were placed on the table, and Mother had specially prepared for dinner.

As soon as I settled Zhao in the seat, my mother opened the door and came in. "Good evening! Gentlemen!"

The pearl-gray silk gown matched the color of my mother's eyes, and though the thick dress was far from gorgeous, it was the first time my mother had changed into black mourning since my father's death.The black pearl necklace on the neck is large and uniform. Under the reflection of candlelight and crystal lights, it shines with colorful brilliance ranging from red to purple orchid, making the white and elegant neck more beautiful and charming.The smooth long golden hair was pulled neatly behind her head, showing a rich and dazzling color. The black hair comb on the head was covered with zircons, which played a very good role in balancing and setting off, which was both solemn and noble.

Before I could meet Zhao, my mother had already walked up to Zhao.

Zhao got up quickly, but suddenly lost his footing and staggered.

"Sit down quickly, my son, my family, don't be rigid about etiquette." The mother stretched out her hand to help him, but Zhao had already stood up straight.

Zhao bowed to his mother and kissed her hand gracefully. "Good evening! Madame! You are beautiful!"

The mother was slightly taken aback, and immediately understood that this was to make up for the etiquette that they should have when they first met.So the mother smiled and said, "Thank you, sir, for your praise."

"No! It's true, mother, you are so beautiful, and it's great for you to take off the black." I also admired sincerely.The mother was a natural beauty, but the black did not suit her, it tarnished her fair hair, made her eyes darker, her face pale, and her expression stern and grim.

My mother's eyes were an almost transparent gray, set deeper when she smiled, and her lips were as tightly set as when she was angry, so that it was often impossible to discern the emotion expressed in the smile.But today, those sentiments are clear and real.Just now, in the face of Zhao's praise, a trace of shyness and embarrassment flashed across the corner of my mother's mouth, which I had never seen before. It was the most touching and profound expression on my mother's face. Fascinated, and I haven't seen it?I was too careless, negligent, but didn't care when I saw it?

"It's all thanks to you, son." The mother motioned Zhao to sit down. "Although these customs don't matter now, there is no saying how long mourning clothes should be worn, but I seem to need a reason, a reason to end the mourning and let the grief be dusty. I have been waiting. Thank you, Zhao. Thank you for giving me This is the reason." The mother looked at Zhao and smiled, her eyes were shining, and her smile was unmistakably joyful, loving, and appreciative.

I helped my mother pull out the dining chair.After dinner started, Zhao picked up the wine glass in front of him with his left hand. "Madam, please forgive me for substituting water for wine, and toast you... Please accept my most sincere respect and gratitude, for your tolerance, enthusiasm and thoughtfulness, and for your beauty and kindness... no words can express My gratitude and respect..."

I don't know whether it's in a trance or excited, Zhao intermittently, a bit at a loss for words.The wine glass in his hand began to sway.Under the table, I clenched my fists.

"Thank you, Zhao, thank you." The mother also saw Zhao's discomfort, and waited for Mr. Reininger to pour the wine, and quickly gulped it down. "You know, I treat you like my own child. It's an honor for Marty to know you. This is your home in Germany."

I sat across from Zhao, the dining table was too wide, and with those flowers and candlelight, I couldn't see his face clearly.White shirt, navy blue tie, blue-gray suit.Zhao's hair is long, black and shiny, just like the first time I saw it; his eyes are still the same, moist and crystal clear; his face is flushed, and there is a smile on the corner of his mouth.Zhao is so beautiful.Even with a dining table in front of him, one could tell that his back was straight and his sitting posture was upright; even though the blush was reflected by the candlelight, and the fatigue and sadness were hidden behind that smile, Zhao was still so handsome and suave.I let go of my fist and wiped the sweat from my palms on my pants.

"Today is a special day, Marty?"

Mother is asking me?

"Yes, mother." I looked away. "Today is a special day!"

"Then we should drink to Zhao's early recovery?"

"Yes, mother. Let Zhao get back to health as soon as possible!" The eyes returned to Zhao.

"Recover freedom as soon as possible?"

"Recover your freedom as soon as possible!" Zhao's face turned pale.

"cheers!"

"cheers!"

Zhao smiled even harder, and raised the wine glass filled with water.