smoke like fire

When I got home in the evening, the guests had already arrived.

He is my father's longtime friend and former business partner. I call him Uncle Chen.

Uncle Chen retired two years ago. He and his wife traveled all over the world. In addition, their children are abroad, so they rarely return to Taiwan a few times a year.

At this time, his father and him were in the living room, seeming to be having a lively conversation.Seeing me coming, my father's voice paused, and he asked in a serious tone: "Are you back at this time?"

"There are many cars on the road." I said, and greeted Uncle Chen: "Uncle Chen, long time no see."

Uncle Chen smiled, "I just told your father about you."

I also laughed, before I looked at my father, "Really?"

Father interface: "We should be able to serve dinner."

"I'll ask." I said.

In the kitchen, Sister Xu had already made a fuss, waiting for an order from her father.

All the dishes are placed in the restaurant, four dishes and one soup, all are traditional and simple, but they are actually southern Hokkien dishes that emphasize skills.

I eat with them.

During the dinner, my father and Uncle Chen were mostly gossiping, and I occasionally added a few words.

Uncle Chen came here by car, so he didn't drink alcohol for this meal. It's a pity that the dishes on the table are not only good for dinner, but also good with 38-degree sorghum.

After eating and drinking tea to eliminate food, my father and Uncle Chen moved to the study and closed the door to prevent anyone from disturbing them, as if they wanted to plot a big secret.

Sister Xu came to tell my mother that she had called and that she would not return home today and would stay overnight with my aunt.I nodded to express my understanding, and told her to rest if she had nothing to do.

I took the ashtray and smoked on the small balcony, looking at the bright building in the distance.

After some time, there was a knock on the glass door behind me, I turned my head and opened the door, "Uncle Chen."

Uncle Chen pointed to the cigarette in my hand, "Smoking less, I will quit."

I smiled, put out the cigarette, went into the room to put down the cigarette ash, saw that he was the only one, and asked, "You are going back."

"Yes, I asked your father not to send it." Uncle Chen said, "I want to talk to you."

I led him to the door, "Just say it."

"It's hard to say that your father loves you, but I want to say that you have had enough fun outside, it's time to join your father's company to hone your skills."

I laughed, "I always work hard outside, never play."

Uncle Chen reached out and patted my shoulder.

"Your father's company will eventually be managed by you."

"I'm not the only one who can take care of it." I said, "There are a lot of talents in the company. He picks one of the senior executives, and they are all better than me."

Uncle Chen stopped laughing, and said solemnly: "You are different, you are your father's son."

I smiled, and there was something in my heart.

Uncle Chen continued to remind his face: "Think about what I said."

I had no choice but to nod, respectfully, "I will, you go slowly."

After finally sending the other party away, I closed the door, and the phone in my pocket rang.I picked it up, agreed with the proposal inside, hung up and went back to my room to pick up my clothes.

When I came out again, my father was sitting on the sofa in the living room again, and I said, "Go out for a while."

My father looked up from the book, frowning slightly, but didn't say anything, just picked up the tea and drank it.

I took two steps, thought for a while, then turned around and said, "Mom won't be coming back tonight."

The father responded flatly: "I know."

I didn't say anything, just changed my shoes and went out.

When I was planning to go to the United States for an exchange student, there was a storm in my family.

Mother finally found evidence of father's affair.

The other party was arranged by his father to live in a building on West Nanjing Road.There is a bustling business circle, with department stores and restaurants, and my father often goes to entertain and socialize, without being obtrusive at all.

I never thought that my father would have an affair, let alone when my mother had the idea of ​​doubting it.

My mother came from a prominent family, but unlike Ms. Zhao, she has a simple and traditional personality. Except for the fight for my name, she always obeyed her father.

She was docile indeed, but never insensitive.She is acutely aware of her husband's emotional infidelity, perhaps for a day, or for years.

That day, my mother was alone at home. She didn't cry or make a fuss. She just called my father and asked him to come back and settle the matter.

Any person is usually decisive in dealing with affairs, but he must also be soft and tender in front of emotions.The father can't solve it, because the other party has his children.

The child and the woman's surname are Xu Chengcheng, a son who is nine years younger than me.

The mother simply helped the father decide, let the woman take the child abroad, and don't have to worry about the miscellaneous living expenses, as long as the father no longer sees each other or the child.

Of course, my father disagreed, quarreled with my mother, and even mentioned divorce.

Divorce is the mother's bottom line. She disagrees, and she can no longer hold back her emotions.

The two fell out, and the relationship between husband and wife would be ignited by any fan. The father shook his head and went to the woman's house, and the mother also left home, crying to her sisters.

I was in the United States at that time, and as long as I called back, my mother always burst into tears before saying a word, so that I had nothing to say.

Frankly speaking, I don't know how to feel my father's betrayal.

The image of my father in my heart, as if separated by thousands of mountains, has always been vague and serious.

I was never close to him.

He didn't talk intimately to me, and he gave me little encouragement. He would only use his father's airs to give me a few words, especially during the period of the entrance examination.

But I know, the father has another son.

I can only stop thinking about how my father gets along with each other, so as not to disgust myself.

When I finished my studies in the United States and returned to Taiwan, my parents still hadn't settled down.

Fortunately, they didn't let me choose sides. I seemed to be an unrelated bystander, watching the development of the matter with a cold eye.

After so many years, one day everything suddenly calmed down, and the number of times my father came home gradually increased, and my mother stopped crying all day long, and the two talked and laughed as before.

But I heard my mother and aunts talking on the phone, full of helplessness in their tone.The mother finally compromised and let the woman exist between her and her father.

Perhaps the father also made concessions and did not insist on letting the other son recognize his ancestors.

I just find it ridiculous on both sides.

I went to Shaka, which I frequented on Anhe Road.

At this time, there were already no vacancies in front of the bar, so I greeted the store manager and went downstairs.

There are three semi-open boxes downstairs, separated by organza curtains. I entered one, and there were six or seven people sitting on the sofa, all of whom were familiar faces.

There are all kinds of wine glasses on the table at the moment, as well as the opened bottle of 12-year-old Glenlivet, and a box of Punch cigars.

Seeing me coming, several people nodded with me.

I waved casually and sat in the empty seat next to Wang Ziyang.

Wang Ziyang is the general manager of a listed financial holding company, and his father is the chairman of the company.He has a wide range of friends, and he often asks a group of people to go to a bar to smoke cigars and catch people by the way.

However, Wang Ziyang got married at the end of last month.He invited about two hundred tables, and then flew to Europe for his honeymoon. He didn't return to work until three days ago.

I thought that there would be no more bureaus organized by him in the future, who would want to receive his call immediately.He handed me a cigar, I took it, is SuperSelectionNo.1.

"Bring it back from England."

I lit the fire and asked him, "How was the honeymoon?"

Wang Ziyang laughed, "What can I do? It's more tiring than going to work. It's really troublesome to marry a wife. You think you don't have to coax after the wedding, but that's not the case. You will do your best like a honeymoon."

Speaking of the last two words, he and I blinked, and I smiled.

"Where did you go?"

"Milan, London, Paris... Ha, they are all places that sell famous brands." Wang Ziyang took a puff on his cigar, "But to be honest, I think France is still a good place. Have you been there?"

"I've been." I said.

Wang Ziyang wanted to say something, but the person next to him interrupted, and the two talked about something else.

I smoked a cigar by myself, clinked glasses and drank from time to time.

I don't know who asked about the honeymoon again, so Wang Ziyang started talking again.I heard him talk about going to a corner cafe in Paris and seeing a female star.

That female celebrity is quite famous, and she was once Zhao Kuanyi's girlfriend.

The reason why he only talked about being a couple and not dating is because Zhao Kuanyi never recognized the two of them together.

At that time, my relationship with Zhao Kuanyi was still good.

After graduating from university, I applied to a school in the United States to study for an MBA. Zhao Kuanyi and Zhao Kuanyi were not only in the same city, but also not in the same state.

It was Thanksgiving, and Zhao Kuanyi took a vacation to see his biological father. When he returned to Paris, he called me.

He asked me if I was going to find him.

I had an important exam after the festival, but without hesitation, I tried my best to book a plane ticket and fly to Paris to meet him.

At the airport, when Zhao Kuanyi saw me, he hugged me as soon as he came up without saying anything.

I hadn't seen him for half a year.I was actually very excited, but when I returned my hands to him, I suddenly calmed down.

Behind him, stood a young oriental half-race woman.

That was Zhao Kuanyi's master's classmate, a Chinese-French, living in Paris.

Originally they agreed to go to Rivières together, but the other party's parents disagreed, so Zhao Kuanyi went on the road alone, and visited her home after returning to Paris.

But Zhao Kuanyi came back and told her: I have a friend who is coming.

So, instead of going to her house, Zhao Kuanyi stayed with me in a local hotel.That night, Zhao Kuanyi's cell phone rang non-stop.

Zhao Kuanyi picked it up twice, and then ignored it.

I went to a bar with him and he was accosted by a French woman who kissed her in front of me.

The next day, Zhao Kuanyi's female classmate came to the hotel early in the morning. Seeing the hickey on his neck, she cried and questioned him.

Zhao Kuanyi was only indifferent.

What kind of classmate relationship they have, I don't have to guess or ask.

Since the sophomore period, our relationship has never been estranged.Zhao Kuanyi would tell me about his life, which, as always, was trivial, and so was I.

In the topic, there is no lack of love affairs between men and women.

Zhao Kuanyi has always been frank about sex matters. Although I can't talk like him, it's not like I haven't.

The first time I slept with a woman.

After the first time, there will be a second time soon, and then there will be no scruples about men and women.

I don't know what Zhao Kuanyi's mood is in sleeping with people, but I feel that I am moved by everyone and then have affection.

Although I don't interact with them.

About this part, I never told Zhao Kuanyi.I think he must disagree, but now, he probably only thinks that I don't know how to restrain.

I remember the first time I spoke to him after we had a disagreement.He said, Cheng Jingcheng, when will you change.

I am speechless.I don't understand why it should be changed.

Wang Ziyang was so drunk that he didn't even have the strength to go upstairs.A friend had to pull out his mobile phone, dialed his driver, and asked the other party to drive the car to the door of the bar.

I helped Wang Ziyang upstairs with one person.He complained all over his marriage, saying that he lost the freedom of life, and he was afraid that he would lose his self-control over his weight.

"It's heavy!" Another person said, throwing Wang Ziyang into the car.

I said goodbye to the other party and other friends, and was about to go another way when the phone rang.I glanced at the incoming call, it was Miss Zhao's number.

I pick it up.

"Hey?"

"It's me." There was an unexpected but familiar man's voice on the other end: "If it's convenient for you, come to the emergency department of Zhenxing Hospital. My mother is here."