Chapter 613

Fu Nanli even forgot that there was someone sitting on the sofa behind him. He brought out a cigarette, lit it, and smoked with a frown.

For such a long time, his mind is still in disorder.

A long time ago, twenty years have passed. At that time, he was still young and nine years old, and then he was seriously ill. It seemed that he was deliberately trying to forget the pain. His memory before the age of nine was blurred, leaving only the picture of his parents' love.

Now let that news suddenly hit, long memory will gradually fresh, clear.

Do parents really love each other?

How old do people remember?

Some people are early, others are late. Fu Nanli is of high IQ. He can even vaguely remember things about three years old.

A sentence that my mother said suddenly surged up from the deep memory --

[if you don't love me, why marry me? ]

his face turned pale, and he pressed his hand on his temple. The painkiller didn't seem to work, and his headache was about to crack.

Once the gate of memory is broken, the past will pour out.

It seems that parents often quarrel.

When he was eight years old, his father seemed to say that he would attend a concert tour. He went abroad and didn't go home for a long time.

It seems that I haven't been home for nearly a year.

When I was a kid, I believed in touring. Now, what kind of tour would take a year?

A world tour will end in two months at most.

After his father went abroad, his mother, who was always cheerful and optimistic, seemed to cry behind his back.

It was a summer, and the grass was flourishing outside. When he came back from school, the driver followed him with his schoolbag. He saw his mother standing in front of the French window. It was raining outside. He called out.

Mother turned around, tears in the corner of her eyes did not have time to erase, he asked her what was wrong, she said she was just listening to a sad song.

On one side was a very old-fashioned gramophone. The music in it was Tchaikovsky's [Pathetic symphony] played by his father.

Before his father went abroad, there seemed to be a fierce quarrel between his parents.

Fu Nanli felt a little cold in his palm and his cigarette end was burnt out. He ordered another one. The inexplicable short message was like a red iron, which made his viscera ache.

Wenqiao saw that he smoked three cigarettes in a row. He couldn't sit still. He went to him and pulled his hand: "why don't you stop smoking?"

Fu Nanli quickly put out the cigarette end in the ashtray, his voice was hoarse: "how are you still here?"

Wenjo put his hands on his waist, and he put his arm around her waist. He waved the smoke in the air with the other hand. "Didn't you go?"

Wenjo shook his head. "I didn't leave. Is there something on your mind? Or what's going on at home? Can you tell me? Although I'm not good at comforting people, I may be able to share some of them for you. "

Fu Nanli forced a smile: "it's the company's business. It's hard for us to open up the European market. You don't know much about it."

Even if Wenqiao had a second thought, he could know that he didn't tell the truth. With his ability, how could he worry about his work.

"Then take a bath and sleep? There's nothing you can't solve by sleeping. "

Joe took the nightgown and he helped her into the bathroom.

As the water rushed down, Fu Nanli suddenly recalled the daily life of his parents in those few years.

The gate of memory collapsed.