I didn't expect, I really didn't expect, that meeting with my father was actually the last time I saw him and the last time I spoke to him.
She really regretted not looking at her father and saying a word to him. There was too much pain in his chest that he could not release. His heart was struggling in pain.
(Is what Inspector Pu Lin said true? Was his father really dead? Was he dead? Does this mean that I don't have to choose between him and Xing Yuan…But, should I feel happy or should I feel pain…I don't want to, don't want to, why…I'd rather make a choice than be like this…My heart gradually became incoherent, and it was filled with sorrow that I had never felt before. So sad…
"Uncle Pu Lin, why did daddy die? How did he die?"
"We haven't found out the exact cause of death yet. However, the preliminary verdict was that he was murdered. Jin Hao was shot in the temple. At the same time, he also showed signs of suffocation. We still don't know how he died.”Uncle was also incoherent. I could see that he was also very sad.
"Murdered? Who was it? Have you caught the murderer?"
"Not yet." Inspector Pu Lin shook his head regretfully.
"Then hurry up and go catch the murderer. What are you still doing here?!~~~~”
I couldn't control the tears that were welling up in my eyes. I scolded the police loudly. Those useless police. Why couldn't they catch a murderer? I didn't even think that it had only been half an hour since my father's body was found…
Please, how could a high-ranking chief inspector die so easily? Daddy was the best, Daddy was a hero, an eternal hero, how could a hero die…
Weren't the heroes in TV dramas all supermen who couldn't be killed? Superman could not be killed! He can't be killed!)
Running on the street, running in circles, running non-stop, I don't know how long I've been running or how far I've run.
I still remember Xing Yuan once said to me,"
"If you want to cry, then run. Let your tears turn into your sweat and evaporate while running.”
Right now, I really want to cry. I really want to cry, but I've already tasted the feeling of my tears running dry. He ignored the dry cough in his throat, afraid that he would cry again if his body was wet again.
My father, the father who lived with me for 16 years, has already left me. He's getting further and further away from me.
My uncle, who is the police chief in A City, offered to take me over (I still have a cousin). I said I wanted to go home and pack my things. My uncle was waiting for me downstairs.
I climbed up to the sixth floor with heavy footsteps and opened the door of my house. It was dark inside, just like my heart. The home that was filled with my father and my laughter disappeared the moment my father died. I went to heaven with my father. My father, is he doing well in heaven?
The home that had lost the warmth of the past, the home that had lost its original meaning, had become so empty and illusory.
I didn't turn on the lights and entered my father's room. I had already counted to the point where I could walk in this house with my eyes closed. Such a familiar place was actually a little cold at this moment.
Dad's room wasn't switched on either---yes, the owner wasn't there, so how could it be bright inside?
I came to my father's bedside and stretched out my cold fingers to gently slide back and forth on the rough bed. It had been 16 years, and I didn't even know that everything my father used was still old.
Everything in my room is new, and everything in Dad's room is old.
What a stark contrast.
She pulled open the drawer on the bedside table and searched for her father's things. However, she was surprised to find that there was nothing in the drawer, and it was already covered in thick dust. The only bedside table in her father's room was a decorative item... What did that mean? Does it show how good my father is, or how unfilial my daughter is?、、
If a mother's love was like a small river, then a father's love was like a majestic mountain. If a mother's love was patient, then a father's love was deep.
Suddenly, a phrase flashed across his mind: " The son wants to support his parents, but his parents are not around."
Ha…Fate is funny. See, when I finally understood how hard it was for my father and wanted to take care of him, he was already gone…I no longer had the chance to enjoy this blessing…
Father…
Tears flowed out of her eyes again.
I walked to the door and turned on the lights.
It turned out that her father's room was so small, less than ten square meters. The furnishings inside were very simple. There was a small bed, a bedside table, a small wardrobe, and a small desk. They were all antiques.
Bed? It was already on the verge of collapse, and it would make a squeaking sound at the slightest touch.
The bedside table? I've already said that it's just a decoration.
A small desk? It was really small. There were only two or three books, but they were already piled up on the entire desk.
A small wardrobe? Heh, what a relaxing wardrobe. There were less than 20 pieces of clothes, pants, shoes, and socks in it.
What kind of room was this? Slums…
It turned out that his father had basically left nothing behind except for these clothes and the bunch of keys.
But our family is not that poor.
His father's salary as a senior chief inspector in C City was not low either. Why was his room so shabby? Is it to make my life better? Why didn't I know? He looked meaningfully at my beautifully decorated room opposite him. For the first time, she realized that she had not even been to her father's room once in the past ten years.
How could there be such a daughter in the world…
Wait a minute, there was another suspicious point.
My uncle is so rich. Why doesn't Dad borrow money from him? Could it be that there was some secret between the two of them?
Was Uncle a bad person? Then why did he bring me to his house? Is it because you think my brain is too simple?
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