Chapter 13 Chapter Eleven: Father's Death
Now, I'm a prisoner man.
This is Shawshank State Prison, Cell 58, Block C, September 19, 2009, one o'clock in the afternoon.
The prison guard opened the iron door, I stuffed the notebook into the drawer, and walked into the corridor under surveillance.
Don't worry, I'm not going to sit in the electric chair, but to serve the prison as a prisoner.I am now assigned to the laundry group. They probably think that Chinese people are very good at washing clothes. In fact, I never do laundry at home.
After passing through three large iron gates again, he came to the laundry room and started working.There are a total of eight prisoners here, from five different prison areas, and I only know Lao Jin in Block C.
Lao Jin is in his early forties and is a typical white man in the eastern United States. His surname is KING, which is the same surname as Stephen King, the master of horror novels, so I call him "Old King".He was once a billionaire, ran a venture capital firm and even had dinner with the mysterious owner of the Sky Group.Last year's financial crisis made him bankrupt, and he was going to kill his wife and then commit suicide.As a result, his wife was shot and killed by him, and after he put the pistol in his mouth, he regretted it-so he was sentenced to 28 years in prison for second-degree murder.Although he was put in prison, he still enjoyed good treatment and was still a popular person in front of the warden—don't mention it to me, even though Lao Jin was also advising the warden on buying stocks.
In the constantly roaring laundry room, Lao Jin stood alone with me to collect clothes.Wearing a pair of thick glasses, he asked with a sneer, "Something seems wrong with you."
"No, I'm normal."
I replied disdainfully, and continued to lower my head to arrange those clothes.Lao Jin knew that I used to work in the China branch of the Sky Group, and he always looked at me differently.But I don't like to see the warden's favorite, he is the most despised of all the prisoners.
"Last night, I heard that that person appeared again."
The tone of Lao Jin's speech was really creepy, as if "that person" was standing behind me, with goosebumps on his hands.
"Which person?"
"Dig...tomb...people..."
These three words made my complexion change drastically, I let out a soft "shush", and looked around nervously, was it heard by the prison guards or other prisoners?I didn't dare to talk to Lao Jin anymore, as if a plague had wrapped around his neck, I hurried to the other side to continue working.
gravedigger?
These three words (translated into Chinese, of course) are the biggest taboo at Shawshank State Prison. Usually, no one dares to mention this name. Once it is mentioned, it means that someone will die!
After an hour of labor, the prison guards escorted us out of the laundry room and back to our respective cages.
I didn't dare to mention the word "gravedigger" to old Marcus, so I dug out the little book in the drawer and hurriedly recorded my story——
Unemployed days. The twelfth day. I'm an unemployed man, a hopeless and idle loser, a pauper who really needs government unemployment benefits. On Wednesday, no one wakes me up in the morning anymore.I fell asleep with my head covered all morning, trying to release the tiredness of more than ten days.However, the more I slept, the more my waist became sore and my back hurt. The nerves in my temples kept jumping, and I had dreams one after another, and one of them was the most terrifying. My mother woke me up at noon and made a table of delicious dishes to make up for my miserable lunch last week.Starting today, I am truly unemployed and "at home", lying on the bed and flipping through channels, unable to find the TV program I want to watch.At four o'clock in the afternoon, I couldn't help but go out, and told my mother not to worry, I would be back soon. In fact, I went out to buy a mobile phone.The mobile phone that was stolen on the subway yesterday was a new licensed Nokia bought last month, and it cost me a month's salary—why doesn't it make people feel distressed?There's also a full list of contacts and customer profiles, but that's not needed anymore.After completing the loss reporting procedures, I went to the communication market and bought a 500 yuan counterfeit version of the IPHONE, so I wouldn't feel too distressed if it was stolen. As soon as the new phone was turned on, it rang, but it was Monica's voice: "Gao Neng, why did you turn it on? I started calling you last night, but it has been turned off. What are you doing?" "Oh, I—my phone was stolen yesterday and I just bought a new one." The voice on the other end of the phone paused: "Well, that's pretty pitiful. How was the interview yesterday?" "Totally unlucky!" "Failed? It's okay, there is still a chance. By the way, you asked me to check the details of the Pacific Chinese-American Hospital, and the results have already been obtained. Where are you? Let's meet and talk!" Half an hour later, we met at a tea restaurant nearby.Monica was wearing sportswear, had just finished working out, and quickly ordered a few dishes.But I called home first to prevent my mother from being upset. "A good boy now?" "Monica, I'm so unlucky, so stop making fun of me." "Okay, let's get down to business!" Monica said while eating, "I've done some research. The Pacific Chinese American Hospital is invested by a medical service company in the United States. There are two hospitals in China, one in Shanghai and one in Shanghai. Hangzhou." "That's right, what about Dean Hua Jinshan?" She pulled out a small notepad and said: "Hua Jinshan was born in China in 1960, was admitted to Nanjing Medical College in 1979, went to the United States to study in the 1980s, and obtained two doctorates in brain and psychiatry. A renowned medical professor known for exploring the secret potential of the human brain, considered a 'brain maniac' by mainstream scientists." "Brain maniac?" "Well, Hua Jinshan stayed in the United States for 20 years, and for about six years, he suddenly disappeared without a trace. No one knows where he went and what he did? In short, this person is very mysterious , When he came out again, he was already the chief technical representative of an American medical service company, and was sent to China to serve as the dean, which happened in 2006." "It happened to be the year when my accident happened!" "Well, it must have something to do with your accident, because I also found out that in the autumn of 2006, when you had a car accident in the Bailushan Tunnel in Longjing, Hangzhou, you were sent to the Hangzhou branch of the Pacific Chinese and American Hospital in the first place." "what?" I never knew about such an important matter!My eyes widened, and the chopsticks fell to the ground.When my parents told me about the accident, they only said that they picked me up from the hospital in Hangzhou and sent me to this hospital in Shanghai. They did not say that the two hospitals in Shanghai and Hangzhou are actually run by the same owner! "I also feel very strange. Why did you have to be sent to a foreign-funded hospital on the night of the car accident? It was later discovered that the Hangzhou Branch of the Pacific Chinese and American Hospital is located at the exit of the Bailushan Tunnel in Longjing, less than 50 meters away from the accident site. Mi, so you were sent to the nearest hospital for treatment." After listening to Monica's words, I pondered for a moment: "The strange car accident...the hospital 50 meters away from the entrance of the tunnel...was in a coma for a year in the hospital owned by the same boss...the weird Dean Hua...weird hypnotized..." "All of this seems to be designed in advance, a huge trap!" She made a conclusion instead of me, and the deeper I thought about it, the more painful the blood vessels on my forehead became. I supported my head and said with difficulty: "Yes, it is definitely not a coincidence. I am their victim, an experiment, yes Little white mouse, poor little white mouse." "Don't worry, Gao Neng, I will find the truth for you." "No, I have a bigger question." I raised my head and stared into her eyes, "Monica, your skills are too great, you can find out all the problems in just a day or two —Even to which hospital I was sent to after the car accident, you are like a spy everywhere." "Are you doubting me?" Monica laughed, "At least I'm not the female version of 007." But the more she defended, the more I doubted her identity: "How did you find out? Through whom and what channel?" "You don't have to worry about it, I have my resources." Her eyes revealed her inner thoughts at the same time: "For me, it's easy!" But what I found from her eyes was limited to this. She didn't think about the deeper secrets at all, so she wouldn't be caught by me. "Sorry, I'm going home!" Stand up hastily and leave the disappointed Monica.
At night, at eight o'clock. When I got home, I suppressed the irritability in my heart, and said to my mother as soon as I entered the door: "Why didn't you tell me?" "Yes, yes, how do you pull it? Is dinner ready?" "A year and a half ago, the hospital where I was sent after a car accident in Hangzhou was the Hangzhou branch of Sino-American Pacific Hospital! Why didn't you tell me about such an important matter?" I yelled at my mother again, and she shook her head: "I thought it was a big deal, isn't it just because of the same hospital that I transferred you to continue treatment? It's not a coincidence. Dean Hua is willing to give you the treatment fee It’s too late to thank people for the discount.” "I suspect there is something wrong with this hospital!" "Unconscionable child, they woke you up from a coma, and you still said that their hospital is not good." "Huh? Why isn't Dad at home?" Only then did I realize that there were only me and my mother in the house. "During dinner, your dad received a call and went out immediately after dinner, as if he still had something on his mind." "Didn't he say where he was going?" "I didn't say anything, I just said I was going to meet a friend, and I didn't say who it was." Mom sat down worriedly. What's the rush to go out?" Dad may have his own business, I turned on the job channel of the TV, hoping to find a job opportunity. At ten o'clock in the evening, before my father came back, my mother called him impatiently, only to find that the phone was turned off.I comforted my mother and said, "Probably the phone is out of battery. Don't worry, Dad will never come home late." In the past, I was most reluctant to see my father's stern face, but I was even more restless when I couldn't see this face.When it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, my father hadn't come home yet.Mom was really in a hurry, but the phone was still turned off after calling, which has never happened before.My sensitive nerves became more and more tense, who made that mysterious call?Who made Dad not come home so late?Is it related to my secret?Or a family secret?I am the 49th generation grandson of King Lanling, my father is naturally the 48th generation grandson, we have the same genes, what happened to me, has happened or will happen to him? The hour hand has reached one o'clock in the morning. Mom decided to call the police!Just when I picked up the phone to dial 110, there was a dull knock on the door. Opening the door quickly, it turned out to be Dad's haggard face.He walked into the room slowly, his face was very pale, and he sat on the sofa with blank eyes.His mother hurriedly poured him a cup of hot tea, and then censored him severely: "Old man, where have you been? If you don't call back, we're going to die of panic!" "Don't be nervous. I just ran out of battery. It's an old friend from out of town. I haven't seen him for more than ten years. He came to Shanghai to meet me for a drink, and we chatted until midnight without knowing it." But how can this trick fool my mother: "Have you been drinking? Why doesn't your mouth smell of alcohol at all?" "Drink it, drink it!" Dad stood up angrily, "I have to go to work tomorrow, and I have to go to bed." When the two of them talked, I kept my father in the eyes. I knew he was lying, that he was not seeing an old friend, but a dangerous guy. Suddenly, my father stared back at me and said, "Go to sleep too!"
water. The dark sky, the gloomy forest, the icy lake, and me as a teenager. I, fifteen, emaciated, lay on the shore with my arms outstretched, the waves lapping my shoulders, unable to wake me up. I'm dead. Walking along the forest path came the figure of another man—father. My father walked up to his dead son, leaned over and hugged my still stiff body, buried my head in his arms, trembling violently, and even my hair turned gray. Wept bitterly. His cries woke me up, and I opened my eyes in horror to find myself in tears too.My little bed was still under me, and it was still completely dark outside the window, and it was four o'clock in the morning. The back vest was covered in cold sweat, and even his hands and feet were cold, as if he had just been salvaged from the water.Wipe away the teardrops on your face, make sure you are still alive and well.Gradually come out of the fantasy dream, carefully recall the dream tonight, there is one biggest difference. I dreamed about my father. He fell on the bed with his head up, and every dream he had in the past six months could not be explained by real life, and what these dreams had in common was: water in the dark night. Although it was still very early before dawn, I tossed and turned and could no longer fall asleep. The scene in my dream repeatedly appeared in my mind-the father hugged his dead son and screamed to the sky in grief. I don't know when I fell asleep, and I don't know when I woke up. The sun has already shone on the curtains.I hurried to the outside room, wanting to talk to my father, but only saw my mother who was preparing breakfast. "Where's Dad?" "Your dad just went out and went to work."
evening. My father came home from get off work. Usually he was at home waiting for me to get off work, but today I was at home waiting for him to get off work. He had a lot of gray hair on his head, and his mother was also surprised and said: "Old man, what's wrong with your hair, it turned white overnight?" "It's okay, it's natural for people to be old." Mom looked at him suspiciously, not because he suspected that he went out to play tricks last night. She knew Dad was an honest man for many years, but today he obviously had something heavy on his mind. The dinner for the family of three was finished in a silent and depressing atmosphere. I went back to the small room to read a book, but my father suddenly pushed the door open, and he usually never enters this room.I looked at him unexpectedly and said, "Dad, what's the matter with you?" He looked at me strangely and sat on my bed without saying a word. "Dad, why don't you talk?" "Son, do you hate me?" Why do you say such strange things? "Hate you? Why should I hate you?" "Dad has been mediocre all his life. He has not made much money until now, and he is not as powerful as other fathers. He can find good jobs for his children and let them live a carefree life. Son, you I didn’t enjoy anything, and my father has no ability to do anything for you. I live in this broken house every day. I don’t know how to buy you a new house in the year of the monkey. Dad is sorry for you!” From his sad eyes, I saw a father's sincere words.My previous blog told me that it was indeed my dream, to have a rich family, a rich and powerful father, from school to work, someone would open the back door for me, live in a villa and drive a BMW, and have girls every day Throwing myself into my arms... I suddenly began to hate myself from the bottom of my heart. I grabbed my father's hand and said, "What are you talking about? Aren't most people in this city like this? Why should I compare with those people? Dad, you have been honest for so many years and have not been corrupt. You are a qualified good father, and you are many times better than those bastards who are corrupt and break the law!" "But look at you now—lost your job, unemployed at home, no money, no girlfriend. Although Dad doesn't say anything, he feels very sad." "Dad, why are you telling me this? Because of last night? Who did you go out to meet?" "You don't need to know that." "Is your trouble related to the ancestors of our Gao family?" Dad's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he was silent for a moment and said, "Part of it is probably related." "Then you admit it? We are the descendants of Gao Changgong, Lanling King of the Northern Qi Dynasty?" "yes." "What other secrets does our family have? Is there any special genetic disease?" My boldness once again angered my father: "What nonsense are you talking about? Dad, is there something wrong with me? Isn't it healthy now?" "Oh." Thinking of the letter written to the big boss of Sky Group in the United States two years ago, "What is the relationship between our family and Sky Group?" Dad's expression changed again, he turned his back to me and said, "You thought your dad helped you when you joined the Sky Group?" "Really?" "No, I didn't know you were going to apply for the job at the beginning. I didn't tell me until you were admitted by Sky Group. It's all up to you. I'm proud of you." "Are you proud of me?" This surprised me, "Didn't you always call me incompetent?" "I'm sorry, son, I was too strict with you before, and I seldom smiled at you." He grabbed my shoulder and hugged me tightly, "Actually, I love you very, very much in my heart, you are my pride, no matter What job do you do, no matter what you do in the future, you are the person I love the most in my life, son!" Although I was moved by these words, I always felt a little weird. I leaned on his shoulder anxiously: "Dad, I love you too! I will definitely be filial to you and mother!" "Son, you must protect yourself, this is the greatest filial piety to your parents!" After my father finished speaking, he walked out of the room, leaving me alone to recollect what he had just said.This is the first time that our father and son have a long and in-depth conversation, and it is also the first time to see my father so moved.
water. Black skies, black forests, black nighthawks. However, red water. It is my blood that stains the whole lake red. As a fifteen-year-old boy, I lay on the edge of the water with my arms outstretched. Blood flowed from my body continuously. It was swept away by the cold waves and gradually spread to the entire lake... what! With a scream of horror, I jumped up from the bed and touched my body in shock. Fortunately, there were no missing arms or legs, and no signs of injury or bleeding. It was just another strange dream. The sky outside the curtains was still dark, and when I turned on the light, I found that it was only two o'clock in the morning. These days, my dreaming time is getting earlier and earlier. I was covered in cold sweat and had to take a hot shower. Passing through the dark room, opened the bathroom, but smelled a strange fishy smell.Turning on the light in doubt, the pupils shrank violently, as if a black shadow passed by. Father. When I saw my father—my eyes and expressions froze, my brain buzzed almost blank, and my whole body and legs froze in the bathroom. No, this is not a dream, nor an imagination, but a real scene, a deadly scene. The father fell into the bathtub full of water, and the water in the entire bathtub had been stained blood red. It's actually blood. When I rushed to my father's side, I found that there was a deep wound on his wrist. The whole body was soaked in the half-warm water of the bathtub. The blood flowed out continuously, and half of his body was almost stained red! It was clearly a suicide by cutting his wrists! I carried my father out of the bathtub and touched his nose again, feeling that he was still breathing weakly. "Mother!" I frantically rushed into the bedroom to wake up my mother, who rubbed her eyes and asked unconsciously, "What are you yelling at in the middle of the night?" "Papa has an accident!" When she walked into the bathroom and saw her father's appearance, she almost fainted immediately.I hurriedly helped my mother up, and she said tremblingly: "Quick! Quick! Take it to the hospital!" "Wait a minute, bandage the wound first!" There happened to be some bandaging tools at home, so I bandaged up my father's cut wrist, hoping to stop the bleeding temporarily. "Call 120 and call an ambulance?" My mother was crying, and I shook my head and said, "It will take more than ten minutes for the ambulance to arrive. Our community is opposite the hospital. We must send Dad there immediately!" I struggled to carry my father on my back. He was more than ten catties heavier than me, and now he was even more rigid.His mother helped to support him from behind, and staggered out of the room.I held on to the banister with one hand, and grabbed Dad's arm with the other, as if I was carrying a weight that would crush me into the dirt at any moment.When I walked down the stairs carefully, my forehead was covered with sweat, and my shoulders and lower back were extremely sore. In order to save my father's life, I ran to the gate of the community desperately.The evening wind in the early morning blew on my face, drying the tears that flowed just now.Mom leaned against Dad's face, calling his name and hoping to wake up.The street lights in the dark illuminated us, and when we walked out of the gate of the community, the hospital was across the road! But I felt that my strength was exhausted, and my father was getting heavier and heavier on my back, and my whole body was about to collapse.Taking a deep breath, he clenched his teeth and held up his last strength, trotting across the road with his father on his back.The cars speeding on the street in the early morning kept honking at me who was crossing the road.But I risked my life, was almost run over by a big truck, and luckily ran to the door of the hospital. He went directly to the emergency room with his father on his back, and carefully placed his last breath on the stretcher.My mother hurried to go through the registration procedures. The doctor on duty briefly checked my father, shook his head and said, "The wound on the wrist is deep, a lot of blood is lost, the heartbeat and pulse are very weak, and the pupil is dilated. It is very dangerous!" Tears fell again, I grabbed the doctor's hand and shouted: "Hurry up and save him! Save him!" The doctor re-bandaged the wound on his wrist and pushed his father to another room: "The patient lost a lot of blood. The only way is blood transfusion, but he needs a very large amount of blood transfusion. Now the blood bank in the hospital has run out of blood." Without him going on, I immediately stretched out my hand and said, "Draw my blood! I am his son!" Afterwards, my father and I quickly did a blood type test respectively. After the results came out, the doctor looked at me strangely: "I'm sorry, but you can't give your father a blood transfusion." "why?" "Your blood types are different. Your father has type O blood, but you have type AB blood." I opened my mouth wide: "What? I have type AB blood?" "Blood type arrangement is very complicated, and it is normal for parents and children to have different blood types." My mother shook her head in pain and said, "I have type B blood, so can't I give blood to the old man?" "No, there's nothing I can do!" I grabbed the doctor's arm and said, "No, doctor, please think of a way, can you transfer blood from another hospital?" "It's three o'clock in the morning, how do you want me to adjust it?" However, the doctor's eyes let me discover another passage in his heart—— "The old man is so pitiful, his son was raised for someone else!" There was another "hum" in my head, I clenched my fist, stared into the doctor's eyes and said, "What? What did you say?" The doctor took a step back with a strange expression: "It's nothing, I'm going to rescue your father." My mother and I looked at him in despair. In the small room outside the emergency room, various instruments were inserted into my father's body, repeatedly torturing him who was dying. In the early morning of the hospital, the hall was empty, with a howling cold wind, and only one chandelier flickered strangely. Did you sense some kind of spirit? Ten minutes later, the doctor came to us and announced that my father had died due to organ failure due to excessive blood loss due to failure to transfuse blood in time. Father died.
Days without a father. first day. At five o'clock in the morning, the hospital. I sent my father to the morgue with my own hands, and felt his body gradually change from hot to cold, his skin from pale to black and purple, and his bones and muscles gradually stiffened.The lights in the hospital lobby were always flickering, and the wind swept through the corridor, blowing my father's hair, trying to take something away.The blood from the wound on the wrist had long since dried up, leaving some bloodstains on the stretcher bed.He lost most of the blood in his body, and his whole body became more emaciated and stiff, even the little nurse was blindfolded. But I didn't feel scared, I just kept stroking my father and talking to him silently in my heart. All the words added up to only three words: why? Why did you choose to commit suicide by slitting your wrists? At the door of the morgue, I bid farewell to my father with tears streaming down my face, and watched him enter the cold world. I wonder if his soul still lingers around me? She returned to the observation room in a daze - her mother was lying on the hospital bed for an infusion, and she had already passed out crying bitterly, and she also couldn't accept her father's suicide. I sadly went through the paperwork for my mother while calling the funeral home.I made several phone calls to report the funeral to my uncle and aunt respectively, but my father had no relatives. Back to my mother who was still in a coma, I had already shed tears several times, and now I can't cry anymore. In 2006, I was in a coma for a year in a car accident. Six months after my miraculous awakening, my colleague hanged himself on my desk, and two other colleagues mysteriously disappeared. Then I was laid off by the company and lost my job. , and now my father committed suicide inexplicably, leaving me alone and my mother who was in pain. The house leaked and it rained all night. It seemed that the whole world was against me. Everything I did seemed to be wrong. Everyone around me seemed to be doomed, and every twist of fate for me was a tragedy! Why is God unfair to me? My head started to hurt violently again, and the nerves in my temple felt like they were about to explode. I grabbed my forehead and leaned against the wall with difficulty, wondering if it was my sins from my previous life?Or is fate inherently unfair, it is born to save some people and abandon others, and I belong to the kind of people who are abandoned? No, father never died in vain! There must be a reason for him, such as the mysterious phone call he received the night before his death, and he ran away for several hours until one o'clock in the morning, and his explanation was obviously a lie.Who actually called him?What did they talk about outside?These have become mysteries following my father's death, but I'm 99% sure that my father's death must be related to that mysterious phone call! And the conversation between my father and me alone last night was completely uncharacteristic, and I felt very weird at the time.In the past, he rarely talked to me, with a strict and rigid expression and tone, but last night he spoke earnestly, as if he was begging for my forgiveness?He also hugged me so affectionately for the first time, saying that he has always loved me deeply.I know my father loves me, but why did I say that all of a sudden? A few hours after my father said he loved me deeply, he quietly cut his wrists in the bathroom and committed suicide.Looking back now, what my father said to me is more like the last words of the dying caregiver. Could it be the Blue Shirts Club again? This guy who makes me shudder? Did they find my father?Want to find out some secret from him?And the father died to protect the secret, to be precise, for the family secret? As the descendant of King Lanling, my father died, so it should be my turn next, right? However, having just witnessed life and death, I have no fear at all.The greatest destruction of a person is death, and the highest harm they can do to me is nothing more than death. If I am not even afraid of death, what else can I be afraid of? But I shook my head, am I really not afraid of death? No, if I die, the blood of Lanling King Gao Changgong will be cut off!My father has no other relatives, and he has only one son like me. It is likely that our family will be passed down for several generations.In history, the Northern Qi royal family did a lot of evil, and they were probably massacred during their demise, and all the genes were concentrated in me alone. I am not only high-energy, I am also the river of genes of King Lanling's family, and my mission in life is to pass on the genes of King Lanling, so my father said last night that I am safe and sound, which is the greatest filial piety to him. If I can't continue the genes of King Lanling, then I will be the family's biggest sinner! Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on the back: Gene?Lineage?blood type? The doctor's eyes came to mind: "The old man is so pitiful, the son was raised for someone else!" It was like a needle stuck in my brain, and I was spinning all of a sudden. Looking at my mother who was in a coma on the hospital bed for transfusion, I remembered my blood type——type AB, but my father is type O blood, and my mother is type B blood. Why is my blood type the same as that of my father? Mom is different? Although the doctor said that it is normal for parents and children to have different blood types, I was still full of doubts and tremblingly took out my new mobile phone.Although it is a 500 yuan counterfeit phone, the mobile phone has no problem surfing the Internet. I searched the Internet for information on human blood types and found a relatively authoritative webpage——
If the parents' blood types are O and B, then the child's blood type may be O or B, but it is absolutely impossible to be A and AB. And I just happen to be the AB type in this absolutely impossible! No, it could be true! No wonder the doctor thought so in his heart even though he didn't say it. It turns out that this is the undoubted iron law of blood type! This means that I am not related to my father by blood, I am not his biological? He lowered his head and looked at the unconscious mother. Could it be that his mother was with other men of type A or AB blood...Damn it!How can I doubt my mother? However, a deep sense of shame flooded my face, and I only felt my ears burn.Walked out of the ward in pain, hid in the bathroom and roared loudly. Wipe it off quickly!Quickly lend me an eraser and erase all these doubts from your mind!It's like a memory from the past that has been wiped clean. Just when the spirit was about to collapse, the phone rang, and Monica's voice was heard: "Hello, Gao Neng, where are you?" "I am at the hospital." "Hospital? Have you had an accident?" Her voice tensed, and I answered calmly: "My father is dead."
Twenty minutes later. "High energy!" Still in the observation room of the hospital, someone tapped me on the shoulder, and turning around was the face of a beautiful mixed-race woman. "Monica, didn't I tell you not to come over? This is my family's business, so don't bother you." "From now on—" Monica realized that this was a ward, and lowered her voice, "Your business is mine!" "Please, my eldest lady, don't make any trouble." "I didn't come to make trouble." She pulled me to a secluded corner, and took out a heavy envelope from her bag: "This is 20,000 yuan in cash. I know you need money urgently, so I will lend you this money." "you--" A hot 20,000 yuan.To be honest, I haven't really trusted her until now, and I don't want to lose my dignity by accepting other people's charity.But now I'm desperate, and I really need money.I just lost my job and I was short of money. My parents’ savings were fixed in the bank, and I couldn’t get them out for a while. "Why are you in a daze!" She forced the envelope into my hand, "Hurry up and take it!" "Okay, I'll give it back to you next week!" "Tell me quickly, how did this happen?" Afterwards, I briefly told her about my father's suicide, but skipped the part about the wrong blood type. "Perhaps, they will come to you soon." Neither she nor I could think of a solution. When we returned to the observation room, my mother was already awake.After comforting my mother for a long time, the doctor said that there was nothing wrong with her and she could go home after the infusion.My mother was also surprised to see Monica. I said she was a former colleague, and she thanked Monica with tears, which made me very uncomfortable. In the afternoon, Monica accompanied my mother and I out of the hospital and returned to our home across the road. I didn't want her to go, so I said awkwardly: "My house is small and dilapidated, I'm sorry to let you in." "It's okay, you must be too busy today." When I entered the house, I bowed my head in low self-esteem: "Look, this is the life of ordinary Chinese people, and it is not as good as you in the United States." "What's the comparison? What are your habits here? Are you setting up mourning halls?" I went to clean the bathroom first, and there was a pool of blood in the bathtub, which smelled like blood—people died, but the blood was still here. I quickly drained the water in the bathtub and wiped off the blood stains elsewhere, and it took a lot of effort to get it clean. Uncles, aunts, aunts, and uncles all came, each bringing tools to decorate the mourning hall, and comforting the tearful mother.Monica helped in a hurry, setting up portraits and candlesticks in the living room. She said that she had lived independently since she was a child, and she was not a spoiled lady. Such a strange and beautiful mixed-race girl is actually helping my family to decorate the mourning hall, which surprised my relatives, but they dare not ask her directly.My aunt asked me secretly: "Yes, is this your new girlfriend?" I gave a wry smile noncommittal, and then put black gauze on my sleeves. After packing up the whole house and making it look like a funeral parlor, I sent all the relatives away.The leader of the father's unit also came to publicize the suicide of the section chief, which has already spread throughout the unit.I explained it several times, and I was sure that my father's death had nothing to do with the work unit. Monica helped me all day, and I was so tired that I was so tired, I was really touched by her: "Thank you! Thank you!" "You're welcome!" She let out a weary breath, "Take a good rest with your mother, and call me anytime you need anything." I walked her all the way to the gate of the community and watched her get in a taxi and leave. Standing alone by the side of the road, looking at the sky full of smoke and pollution, as well as the traffic coming and going in front of the door, there is no traffic in heaven. When I got home, only my mother and I were left, as well as the black and white portrait of my father.Mom was lying on the bed, her tears were almost dry, and she couldn't imagine why Dad committed suicide?Abandoning us orphans and widows so cruelly. "Yes, you could. When you were young, you often went against your father and always made him angry. That's why he was so strict with you. But he did this for your own good. If it weren't for this, how could you be admitted to college? Will you work in a foreign-funded enterprise?" "I understand that my father loves me very much, and I also regret my previous disobedience." "Your father has never enjoyed it in his life. Others in the unit have been promoted and made a fortune long ago. Only he has been the head of the propaganda section for decades and has never been greedy for a penny from others. I also married him because he was honest and honest." , I never expected him to earn a lot of money for the family. But your father is a good man, whether in the work unit or at home, he is a good man. I thought that a good man would have a safe life, but I never thought..." As she talked, tears were about to fall, and she quickly poured her a glass of water: "Mom, why have I never seen any relatives from Dad's side except grandma?" "When I married into the Gao family, there were only your father and your grandma. I have never met your grandpa. I heard that your father died when he was very young. Your father and your grandma never met Mentioned your grandpa as if he was a taboo in the family." Taboo?心里又是一颤，姑且不论我是不是父亲的儿子，但父亲与爷爷肯定是兰陵王的后代，爷爷的禁忌是否就是兰陵王的秘密？ 一切都源于那个秘密？
子夜。 难以入睡，隔了一道门就是父亲的灵堂，他正在黑白遗像里微笑，是否还在守护他深爱的儿子——假如我真是他的儿子。 屋里飘荡着古怪的气味，可能是白天残留的香烛味，抑或是执着的灵魂还要回家看看？我无法忍受地坐起来，独自在黑暗的房间里徘徊，整整二十四个小时以前，父亲大概也经历过同样的煎熬，最终却选择了自杀。 死寂的夜，我打开电脑，登录上MSN，立刻有人跳出来和我说话了。 又是蓝衣社！ "good evening." “好个屁！我的父亲死了。” Blue Shirts: "I know." “你知道？你是怎么知道的？” 我愤怒地盯着屏幕，这个邪恶的蓝衣社，肯定与父亲的自杀有关，很可能是他或他的同伙，给父亲打了那个神秘电话，并约他出来长谈到深夜——就像一年半前诱惑我出事那样！ 蓝衣社：“非常抱歉，你的父亲的去世让我也很难过，希望你节哀顺变。” “不要猫哭耗子了！” 蓝衣社：“我是真心的，这绝不是我想要看到的，因为你的父亲也是兰陵王传人。你们父子俩对我来说都很重要，你们无论谁都不能死！” “好了，不管你怎么辩解，现在他已经死了，下一个就要轮到我了吧？你们满意了吗？” 蓝衣社：“他是一个伟大的父亲。” 看到屏幕上的这句话，我忽然一怔：“这个我知道，不用你来说。好了，我问你，请不要再像个女人那样躲躲闪闪了，前天晚上，是不是你打电话给我父亲的？” 蓝衣社：“不是我。” “那又是谁？如果不是你，又是怎么知道我父亲死了呢？” 蓝衣社：“我从没见过你的父亲，也从没和他通过话，给他打电话的是另一个人。” 另一个人？ "Who?" "you do not need to know." “该死！那你又是谁？” 蓝衣社：“我是谁？我至少不是蓝衣社？” 我又上次一样晕了：“你不是蓝衣社？那是谁蓝衣社？” 蓝衣社：“蓝衣社是另一个人，一个你最陌生的人，也是你最熟悉的人。” 我最陌生的人，也是我最熟悉的人？这自相矛盾的话，看起来又似乎是什么哲理。 “你不要再说鬼话了，请你说人话！” 蓝衣社：“好了，让我告诉你吧：2006年在兰陵王秘密BBS里，与你说话的那个蓝衣社，并不是现在的我。而现在的我，只是借用了论坛里蓝衣社的ID与密码而已。” 事情越来越复杂了，一下子出现了两个蓝衣社，2006年的蓝衣社与2008年的蓝衣社。 “2006年的那个蓝衣社又是谁？” 蓝衣社：“我已经说过了，他是你最陌生的人，也是你最熟悉的人。” “不要再和我捉迷藏了！” 蓝衣社：“对不起，晚安！愿你的父亲安息。” 说完他就从MSN上消失了，我呆呆地看着电脑屏幕，这群蓝衣社怎么会无孔不入，也许一直在暗处盯着我家？也许给父亲打电话还不止一次？ 突然想起父亲的手机——是否藏着什么线索？ 我立刻摸到父母的卧房，悄悄找到父亲生前的手机，把它拿到了我的小房间里。 手机还剩下最后一节电，我关了电脑关了灯，屋子里只有手机屏幕的荧光，正好往上照亮了我的脸。 翻到父亲的通话记录，最近一条的通话时间，竟然是昨天凌晨一点！ 而我发现父亲割腕自杀的时间是凌晨二点。 就是说父亲在接完这个电话之后，不到一个钟头就选择了自杀！ 握着父亲手机的手在剧烈颤抖，他怎么会深更半夜和人通电话？平时就算白天他的电话也几乎没有。 还有一个疑点：半夜里的电话怎么没吵醒妈妈呢？ 再仔细看看爸爸的手机，才发现他已经调到了振动，可以前他的手机一直有铃声的，不可能为了睡觉才调振动。爸爸一定是等待某个重要电话，又生怕晚上把妈妈吵醒，便把手机调到振动，半夜里还不敢睡觉。 是谁打来的？ 再看那个致命的电话号码，却是一个本地的固定电话。 我皱起眉头疑惑起来，这是什么人的电话？如果用手机不是更不易被找到吗？ 冲动地想要回拨这个号码，但又放下手机——千万不要打草惊蛇，贸然打电话过去，可能会让他们更换号码。 最好查出这个电话所在的地址，这样可以悄悄摸上去！然而，谁能查出这个号码？ 只有一个人有此能力。 我马上拿起自己的手机，铃声响了许久，听到一个没睡醒的声音：“HELLO？” “莫妮卡！是我，对不起吵醒了你。” “高能？”莫妮卡的声音立即从慵懒变成紧张，“怎么了？出什么事了？” “请你帮我查一个电话号码！”
Unemployed days. The twelfth day. I'm an unemployed man, a hopeless and idle loser, a pauper who really needs government unemployment benefits. On Wednesday, no one wakes me up in the morning anymore.I fell asleep with my head covered all morning, trying to release the tiredness of more than ten days.However, the more I slept, the more my waist became sore and my back hurt. The nerves in my temples kept jumping, and I had dreams one after another, and one of them was the most terrifying. My mother woke me up at noon and made a table of delicious dishes to make up for my miserable lunch last week.Starting today, I am truly unemployed and "at home", lying on the bed and flipping through channels, unable to find the TV program I want to watch.At four o'clock in the afternoon, I couldn't help but go out, and told my mother not to worry, I would be back soon. In fact, I went out to buy a mobile phone.The mobile phone that was stolen on the subway yesterday was a new licensed Nokia bought last month, and it cost me a month's salary—why doesn't it make people feel distressed?There's also a full list of contacts and customer profiles, but that's not needed anymore.After completing the loss reporting procedures, I went to the communication market and bought a 500 yuan counterfeit version of the IPHONE, so I wouldn't feel too distressed if it was stolen. As soon as the new phone was turned on, it rang, but it was Monica's voice: "Gao Neng, why did you turn it on? I started calling you last night, but it has been turned off. What are you doing?" "Oh, I—my phone was stolen yesterday and I just bought a new one." The voice on the other end of the phone paused: "Well, that's pretty pitiful. How was the interview yesterday?" "Totally unlucky!" "Failed? It's okay, there is still a chance. By the way, you asked me to check the details of the Pacific Chinese-American Hospital, and the results have already been obtained. Where are you? Let's meet and talk!" Half an hour later, we met at a tea restaurant nearby.Monica was wearing sportswear, had just finished working out, and quickly ordered a few dishes.But I called home first to prevent my mother from being upset. "A good boy now?" "Monica, I'm so unlucky, so stop making fun of me." "Okay, let's get down to business!" Monica said while eating, "I've done some research. The Pacific Chinese American Hospital is invested by a medical service company in the United States. There are two hospitals in China, one in Shanghai and one in Shanghai. Hangzhou." "That's right, what about Dean Hua Jinshan?" She pulled out a small notepad and said: "Hua Jinshan was born in China in 1960, was admitted to Nanjing Medical College in 1979, went to the United States to study in the 1980s, and obtained two doctorates in brain and psychiatry. A renowned medical professor known for exploring the secret potential of the human brain, considered a 'brain maniac' by mainstream scientists." "Brain maniac?" "Well, Hua Jinshan stayed in the United States for 20 years, and for about six years, he suddenly disappeared without a trace. No one knows where he went and what he did? In short, this person is very mysterious , When he came out again, he was already the chief technical representative of an American medical service company, and was sent to China to serve as the dean, which happened in 2006." "It happened to be the year when my accident happened!" "Well, it must have something to do with your accident, because I also found out that in the autumn of 2006, when you had a car accident in the Bailushan Tunnel in Longjing, Hangzhou, you were sent to the Hangzhou branch of the Pacific Chinese and American Hospital in the first place." "what?" I never knew about such an important matter!My eyes widened, and the chopsticks fell to the ground.When my parents told me about the accident, they only said that they picked me up from the hospital in Hangzhou and sent me to this hospital in Shanghai. They did not say that the two hospitals in Shanghai and Hangzhou are actually run by the same owner! "I also feel very strange. Why did you have to be sent to a foreign-funded hospital on the night of the car accident? It was later discovered that the Hangzhou Branch of the Pacific Chinese and American Hospital is located at the exit of the Bailushan Tunnel in Longjing, less than 50 meters away from the accident site. Mi, so you were sent to the nearest hospital for treatment." After listening to Monica's words, I pondered for a moment: "The strange car accident...the hospital 50 meters away from the entrance of the tunnel...was in a coma for a year in the hospital owned by the same boss...the weird Dean Hua...weird hypnotized..." "All of this seems to be designed in advance, a huge trap!" She made a conclusion instead of me, and the deeper I thought about it, the more painful the blood vessels on my forehead became. I supported my head and said with difficulty: "Yes, it is definitely not a coincidence. I am their victim, an experiment, yes Little white mouse, poor little white mouse." "Don't worry, Gao Neng, I will find the truth for you." "No, I have a bigger question." I raised my head and stared into her eyes, "Monica, your skills are too great, you can find out all the problems in just a day or two —Even to which hospital I was sent to after the car accident, you are like a spy everywhere." "Are you doubting me?" Monica laughed, "At least I'm not the female version of 007." But the more she defended, the more I doubted her identity: "How did you find out? Through whom and what channel?" "You don't have to worry about it, I have my resources." Her eyes revealed her inner thoughts at the same time: "For me, it's easy!" But what I found from her eyes was limited to this. She didn't think about the deeper secrets at all, so she wouldn't be caught by me. "Sorry, I'm going home!" Stand up hastily and leave the disappointed Monica.
At night, at eight o'clock. When I got home, I suppressed the irritability in my heart, and said to my mother as soon as I entered the door: "Why didn't you tell me?" "Yes, yes, how do you pull it? Is dinner ready?" "A year and a half ago, the hospital where I was sent after a car accident in Hangzhou was the Hangzhou branch of Sino-American Pacific Hospital! Why didn't you tell me about such an important matter?" I yelled at my mother again, and she shook her head: "I thought it was a big deal, isn't it just because of the same hospital that I transferred you to continue treatment? It's not a coincidence. Dean Hua is willing to give you the treatment fee It’s too late to thank people for the discount.” "I suspect there is something wrong with this hospital!" "Unconscionable child, they woke you up from a coma, and you still said that their hospital is not good." "Huh? Why isn't Dad at home?" Only then did I realize that there were only me and my mother in the house. "During dinner, your dad received a call and went out immediately after dinner, as if he still had something on his mind." "Didn't he say where he was going?" "I didn't say anything, I just said I was going to meet a friend, and I didn't say who it was." Mom sat down worriedly. What's the rush to go out?" Dad may have his own business, I turned on the job channel of the TV, hoping to find a job opportunity. At ten o'clock in the evening, before my father came back, my mother called him impatiently, only to find that the phone was turned off.I comforted my mother and said, "Probably the phone is out of battery. Don't worry, Dad will never come home late." In the past, I was most reluctant to see my father's stern face, but I was even more restless when I couldn't see this face.When it was twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, my father hadn't come home yet.Mom was really in a hurry, but the phone was still turned off after calling, which has never happened before.My sensitive nerves became more and more tense, who made that mysterious call?Who made Dad not come home so late?Is it related to my secret?Or a family secret?I am the 49th generation grandson of King Lanling, my father is naturally the 48th generation grandson, we have the same genes, what happened to me, has happened or will happen to him? The hour hand has reached one o'clock in the morning. Mom decided to call the police!Just when I picked up the phone to dial 110, there was a dull knock on the door. Opening the door quickly, it turned out to be Dad's haggard face.He walked into the room slowly, his face was very pale, and he sat on the sofa with blank eyes.His mother hurriedly poured him a cup of hot tea, and then censored him severely: "Old man, where have you been? If you don't call back, we're going to die of panic!" "Don't be nervous. I just ran out of battery. It's an old friend from out of town. I haven't seen him for more than ten years. He came to Shanghai to meet me for a drink, and we chatted until midnight without knowing it." But how can this trick fool my mother: "Have you been drinking? Why doesn't your mouth smell of alcohol at all?" "Drink it, drink it!" Dad stood up angrily, "I have to go to work tomorrow, and I have to go to bed." When the two of them talked, I kept my father in the eyes. I knew he was lying, that he was not seeing an old friend, but a dangerous guy. Suddenly, my father stared back at me and said, "Go to sleep too!"
water. The dark sky, the gloomy forest, the icy lake, and me as a teenager. I, fifteen, emaciated, lay on the shore with my arms outstretched, the waves lapping my shoulders, unable to wake me up. I'm dead. Walking along the forest path came the figure of another man—father. My father walked up to his dead son, leaned over and hugged my still stiff body, buried my head in his arms, trembling violently, and even my hair turned gray. Wept bitterly. His cries woke me up, and I opened my eyes in horror to find myself in tears too.My little bed was still under me, and it was still completely dark outside the window, and it was four o'clock in the morning. The back vest was covered in cold sweat, and even his hands and feet were cold, as if he had just been salvaged from the water.Wipe away the teardrops on your face, make sure you are still alive and well.Gradually come out of the fantasy dream, carefully recall the dream tonight, there is one biggest difference. I dreamed about my father. He fell on the bed with his head up, and every dream he had in the past six months could not be explained by real life, and what these dreams had in common was: water in the dark night. Although it was still very early before dawn, I tossed and turned and could no longer fall asleep. The scene in my dream repeatedly appeared in my mind-the father hugged his dead son and screamed to the sky in grief. I don't know when I fell asleep, and I don't know when I woke up. The sun has already shone on the curtains.I hurried to the outside room, wanting to talk to my father, but only saw my mother who was preparing breakfast. "Where's Dad?" "Your dad just went out and went to work."
evening. My father came home from get off work. Usually he was at home waiting for me to get off work, but today I was at home waiting for him to get off work. He had a lot of gray hair on his head, and his mother was also surprised and said: "Old man, what's wrong with your hair, it turned white overnight?" "It's okay, it's natural for people to be old." Mom looked at him suspiciously, not because he suspected that he went out to play tricks last night. She knew Dad was an honest man for many years, but today he obviously had something heavy on his mind. The dinner for the family of three was finished in a silent and depressing atmosphere. I went back to the small room to read a book, but my father suddenly pushed the door open, and he usually never enters this room.I looked at him unexpectedly and said, "Dad, what's the matter with you?" He looked at me strangely and sat on my bed without saying a word. "Dad, why don't you talk?" "Son, do you hate me?" Why do you say such strange things? "Hate you? Why should I hate you?" "Dad has been mediocre all his life. He has not made much money until now, and he is not as powerful as other fathers. He can find good jobs for his children and let them live a carefree life. Son, you I didn’t enjoy anything, and my father has no ability to do anything for you. I live in this broken house every day. I don’t know how to buy you a new house in the year of the monkey. Dad is sorry for you!” From his sad eyes, I saw a father's sincere words.My previous blog told me that it was indeed my dream, to have a rich family, a rich and powerful father, from school to work, someone would open the back door for me, live in a villa and drive a BMW, and have girls every day Throwing myself into my arms... I suddenly began to hate myself from the bottom of my heart. I grabbed my father's hand and said, "What are you talking about? Aren't most people in this city like this? Why should I compare with those people? Dad, you have been honest for so many years and have not been corrupt. You are a qualified good father, and you are many times better than those bastards who are corrupt and break the law!" "But look at you now—lost your job, unemployed at home, no money, no girlfriend. Although Dad doesn't say anything, he feels very sad." "Dad, why are you telling me this? Because of last night? Who did you go out to meet?" "You don't need to know that." "Is your trouble related to the ancestors of our Gao family?" Dad's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he was silent for a moment and said, "Part of it is probably related." "Then you admit it? We are the descendants of Gao Changgong, Lanling King of the Northern Qi Dynasty?" "yes." "What other secrets does our family have? Is there any special genetic disease?" My boldness once again angered my father: "What nonsense are you talking about? Dad, is there something wrong with me? Isn't it healthy now?" "Oh." Thinking of the letter written to the big boss of Sky Group in the United States two years ago, "What is the relationship between our family and Sky Group?" Dad's expression changed again, he turned his back to me and said, "You thought your dad helped you when you joined the Sky Group?" "Really?" "No, I didn't know you were going to apply for the job at the beginning. I didn't tell me until you were admitted by Sky Group. It's all up to you. I'm proud of you." "Are you proud of me?" This surprised me, "Didn't you always call me incompetent?" "I'm sorry, son, I was too strict with you before, and I seldom smiled at you." He grabbed my shoulder and hugged me tightly, "Actually, I love you very, very much in my heart, you are my pride, no matter What job do you do, no matter what you do in the future, you are the person I love the most in my life, son!" Although I was moved by these words, I always felt a little weird. I leaned on his shoulder anxiously: "Dad, I love you too! I will definitely be filial to you and mother!" "Son, you must protect yourself, this is the greatest filial piety to your parents!" After my father finished speaking, he walked out of the room, leaving me alone to recollect what he had just said.This is the first time that our father and son have a long and in-depth conversation, and it is also the first time to see my father so moved.
water. Black skies, black forests, black nighthawks. However, red water. It is my blood that stains the whole lake red. As a fifteen-year-old boy, I lay on the edge of the water with my arms outstretched. Blood flowed from my body continuously. It was swept away by the cold waves and gradually spread to the entire lake... what! With a scream of horror, I jumped up from the bed and touched my body in shock. Fortunately, there were no missing arms or legs, and no signs of injury or bleeding. It was just another strange dream. The sky outside the curtains was still dark, and when I turned on the light, I found that it was only two o'clock in the morning. These days, my dreaming time is getting earlier and earlier. I was covered in cold sweat and had to take a hot shower. Passing through the dark room, opened the bathroom, but smelled a strange fishy smell.Turning on the light in doubt, the pupils shrank violently, as if a black shadow passed by. Father. When I saw my father—my eyes and expressions froze, my brain buzzed almost blank, and my whole body and legs froze in the bathroom. No, this is not a dream, nor an imagination, but a real scene, a deadly scene. The father fell into the bathtub full of water, and the water in the entire bathtub had been stained blood red. It's actually blood. When I rushed to my father's side, I found that there was a deep wound on his wrist. The whole body was soaked in the half-warm water of the bathtub. The blood flowed out continuously, and half of his body was almost stained red! It was clearly a suicide by cutting his wrists! I carried my father out of the bathtub and touched his nose again, feeling that he was still breathing weakly. "Mother!" I frantically rushed into the bedroom to wake up my mother, who rubbed her eyes and asked unconsciously, "What are you yelling at in the middle of the night?" "Papa has an accident!" When she walked into the bathroom and saw her father's appearance, she almost fainted immediately.I hurriedly helped my mother up, and she said tremblingly: "Quick! Quick! Take it to the hospital!" "Wait a minute, bandage the wound first!" There happened to be some bandaging tools at home, so I bandaged up my father's cut wrist, hoping to stop the bleeding temporarily. "Call 120 and call an ambulance?" My mother was crying, and I shook my head and said, "It will take more than ten minutes for the ambulance to arrive. Our community is opposite the hospital. We must send Dad there immediately!" I struggled to carry my father on my back. He was more than ten catties heavier than me, and now he was even more rigid.His mother helped to support him from behind, and staggered out of the room.I held on to the banister with one hand, and grabbed Dad's arm with the other, as if I was carrying a weight that would crush me into the dirt at any moment.When I walked down the stairs carefully, my forehead was covered with sweat, and my shoulders and lower back were extremely sore. In order to save my father's life, I ran to the gate of the community desperately.The evening wind in the early morning blew on my face, drying the tears that flowed just now.Mom leaned against Dad's face, calling his name and hoping to wake up.The street lights in the dark illuminated us, and when we walked out of the gate of the community, the hospital was across the road! But I felt that my strength was exhausted, and my father was getting heavier and heavier on my back, and my whole body was about to collapse.Taking a deep breath, he clenched his teeth and held up his last strength, trotting across the road with his father on his back.The cars speeding on the street in the early morning kept honking at me who was crossing the road.But I risked my life, was almost run over by a big truck, and luckily ran to the door of the hospital. He went directly to the emergency room with his father on his back, and carefully placed his last breath on the stretcher.My mother hurried to go through the registration procedures. The doctor on duty briefly checked my father, shook his head and said, "The wound on the wrist is deep, a lot of blood is lost, the heartbeat and pulse are very weak, and the pupil is dilated. It is very dangerous!" Tears fell again, I grabbed the doctor's hand and shouted: "Hurry up and save him! Save him!" The doctor re-bandaged the wound on his wrist and pushed his father to another room: "The patient lost a lot of blood. The only way is blood transfusion, but he needs a very large amount of blood transfusion. Now the blood bank in the hospital has run out of blood." Without him going on, I immediately stretched out my hand and said, "Draw my blood! I am his son!" Afterwards, my father and I quickly did a blood type test respectively. After the results came out, the doctor looked at me strangely: "I'm sorry, but you can't give your father a blood transfusion." "why?" "Your blood types are different. Your father has type O blood, but you have type AB blood." I opened my mouth wide: "What? I have type AB blood?" "Blood type arrangement is very complicated, and it is normal for parents and children to have different blood types." My mother shook her head in pain and said, "I have type B blood, so can't I give blood to the old man?" "No, there's nothing I can do!" I grabbed the doctor's arm and said, "No, doctor, please think of a way, can you transfer blood from another hospital?" "It's three o'clock in the morning, how do you want me to adjust it?" However, the doctor's eyes let me discover another passage in his heart—— "The old man is so pitiful, his son was raised for someone else!" There was another "hum" in my head, I clenched my fist, stared into the doctor's eyes and said, "What? What did you say?" The doctor took a step back with a strange expression: "It's nothing, I'm going to rescue your father." My mother and I looked at him in despair. In the small room outside the emergency room, various instruments were inserted into my father's body, repeatedly torturing him who was dying. In the early morning of the hospital, the hall was empty, with a howling cold wind, and only one chandelier flickered strangely. Did you sense some kind of spirit? Ten minutes later, the doctor came to us and announced that my father had died due to organ failure due to excessive blood loss due to failure to transfuse blood in time. Father died.
Days without a father. first day. At five o'clock in the morning, the hospital. I sent my father to the morgue with my own hands, and felt his body gradually change from hot to cold, his skin from pale to black and purple, and his bones and muscles gradually stiffened.The lights in the hospital lobby were always flickering, and the wind swept through the corridor, blowing my father's hair, trying to take something away.The blood from the wound on the wrist had long since dried up, leaving some bloodstains on the stretcher bed.He lost most of the blood in his body, and his whole body became more emaciated and stiff, even the little nurse was blindfolded. But I didn't feel scared, I just kept stroking my father and talking to him silently in my heart. All the words added up to only three words: why? Why did you choose to commit suicide by slitting your wrists? At the door of the morgue, I bid farewell to my father with tears streaming down my face, and watched him enter the cold world. I wonder if his soul still lingers around me? She returned to the observation room in a daze - her mother was lying on the hospital bed for an infusion, and she had already passed out crying bitterly, and she also couldn't accept her father's suicide. I sadly went through the paperwork for my mother while calling the funeral home.I made several phone calls to report the funeral to my uncle and aunt respectively, but my father had no relatives. Back to my mother who was still in a coma, I had already shed tears several times, and now I can't cry anymore. In 2006, I was in a coma for a year in a car accident. Six months after my miraculous awakening, my colleague hanged himself on my desk, and two other colleagues mysteriously disappeared. Then I was laid off by the company and lost my job. , and now my father committed suicide inexplicably, leaving me alone and my mother who was in pain. The house leaked and it rained all night. It seemed that the whole world was against me. Everything I did seemed to be wrong. Everyone around me seemed to be doomed, and every twist of fate for me was a tragedy! Why is God unfair to me? My head started to hurt violently again, and the nerves in my temple felt like they were about to explode. I grabbed my forehead and leaned against the wall with difficulty, wondering if it was my sins from my previous life?Or is fate inherently unfair, it is born to save some people and abandon others, and I belong to the kind of people who are abandoned? No, father never died in vain! There must be a reason for him, such as the mysterious phone call he received the night before his death, and he ran away for several hours until one o'clock in the morning, and his explanation was obviously a lie.Who actually called him?What did they talk about outside?These have become mysteries following my father's death, but I'm 99% sure that my father's death must be related to that mysterious phone call! And the conversation between my father and me alone last night was completely uncharacteristic, and I felt very weird at the time.In the past, he rarely talked to me, with a strict and rigid expression and tone, but last night he spoke earnestly, as if he was begging for my forgiveness?He also hugged me so affectionately for the first time, saying that he has always loved me deeply.I know my father loves me, but why did I say that all of a sudden? A few hours after my father said he loved me deeply, he quietly cut his wrists in the bathroom and committed suicide.Looking back now, what my father said to me is more like the last words of the dying caregiver. Could it be the Blue Shirts Club again? This guy who makes me shudder? Did they find my father?Want to find out some secret from him?And the father died to protect the secret, to be precise, for the family secret? As the descendant of King Lanling, my father died, so it should be my turn next, right? However, having just witnessed life and death, I have no fear at all.The greatest destruction of a person is death, and the highest harm they can do to me is nothing more than death. If I am not even afraid of death, what else can I be afraid of? But I shook my head, am I really not afraid of death? No, if I die, the blood of Lanling King Gao Changgong will be cut off!My father has no other relatives, and he has only one son like me. It is likely that our family will be passed down for several generations.In history, the Northern Qi royal family did a lot of evil, and they were probably massacred during their demise, and all the genes were concentrated in me alone. I am not only high-energy, I am also the river of genes of King Lanling's family, and my mission in life is to pass on the genes of King Lanling, so my father said last night that I am safe and sound, which is the greatest filial piety to him. If I can't continue the genes of King Lanling, then I will be the family's biggest sinner! Thinking of this, cold sweat broke out on the back: Gene?Lineage?blood type? The doctor's eyes came to mind: "The old man is so pitiful, the son was raised for someone else!" It was like a needle stuck in my brain, and I was spinning all of a sudden. Looking at my mother who was in a coma on the hospital bed for transfusion, I remembered my blood type——type AB, but my father is type O blood, and my mother is type B blood. Why is my blood type the same as that of my father? Mom is different? Although the doctor said that it is normal for parents and children to have different blood types, I was still full of doubts and tremblingly took out my new mobile phone.Although it is a 500 yuan counterfeit phone, the mobile phone has no problem surfing the Internet. I searched the Internet for information on human blood types and found a relatively authoritative webpage——
If the parents' blood types are O and B, then the child's blood type may be O or B, but it is absolutely impossible to be A and AB. And I just happen to be the AB type in this absolutely impossible! No, it could be true! No wonder the doctor thought so in his heart even though he didn't say it. It turns out that this is the undoubted iron law of blood type! This means that I am not related to my father by blood, I am not his biological? He lowered his head and looked at the unconscious mother. Could it be that his mother was with other men of type A or AB blood...Damn it!How can I doubt my mother? However, a deep sense of shame flooded my face, and I only felt my ears burn.Walked out of the ward in pain, hid in the bathroom and roared loudly. Wipe it off quickly!Quickly lend me an eraser and erase all these doubts from your mind!It's like a memory from the past that has been wiped clean. Just when the spirit was about to collapse, the phone rang, and Monica's voice was heard: "Hello, Gao Neng, where are you?" "I am at the hospital." "Hospital? Have you had an accident?" Her voice tensed, and I answered calmly: "My father is dead."
Twenty minutes later. "High energy!" Still in the observation room of the hospital, someone tapped me on the shoulder, and turning around was the face of a beautiful mixed-race woman. "Monica, didn't I tell you not to come over? This is my family's business, so don't bother you." "From now on—" Monica realized that this was a ward, and lowered her voice, "Your business is mine!" "Please, my eldest lady, don't make any trouble." "I didn't come to make trouble." She pulled me to a secluded corner, and took out a heavy envelope from her bag: "This is 20,000 yuan in cash. I know you need money urgently, so I will lend you this money." "you--" A hot 20,000 yuan.To be honest, I haven't really trusted her until now, and I don't want to lose my dignity by accepting other people's charity.But now I'm desperate, and I really need money.I just lost my job and I was short of money. My parents’ savings were fixed in the bank, and I couldn’t get them out for a while. "Why are you in a daze!" She forced the envelope into my hand, "Hurry up and take it!" "Okay, I'll give it back to you next week!" "Tell me quickly, how did this happen?" Afterwards, I briefly told her about my father's suicide, but skipped the part about the wrong blood type. "Perhaps, they will come to you soon." Neither she nor I could think of a solution. When we returned to the observation room, my mother was already awake.After comforting my mother for a long time, the doctor said that there was nothing wrong with her and she could go home after the infusion.My mother was also surprised to see Monica. I said she was a former colleague, and she thanked Monica with tears, which made me very uncomfortable. In the afternoon, Monica accompanied my mother and I out of the hospital and returned to our home across the road. I didn't want her to go, so I said awkwardly: "My house is small and dilapidated, I'm sorry to let you in." "It's okay, you must be too busy today." When I entered the house, I bowed my head in low self-esteem: "Look, this is the life of ordinary Chinese people, and it is not as good as you in the United States." "What's the comparison? What are your habits here? Are you setting up mourning halls?" I went to clean the bathroom first, and there was a pool of blood in the bathtub, which smelled like blood—people died, but the blood was still here. I quickly drained the water in the bathtub and wiped off the blood stains elsewhere, and it took a lot of effort to get it clean. Uncles, aunts, aunts, and uncles all came, each bringing tools to decorate the mourning hall, and comforting the tearful mother.Monica helped in a hurry, setting up portraits and candlesticks in the living room. She said that she had lived independently since she was a child, and she was not a spoiled lady. Such a strange and beautiful mixed-race girl is actually helping my family to decorate the mourning hall, which surprised my relatives, but they dare not ask her directly.My aunt asked me secretly: "Yes, is this your new girlfriend?" I gave a wry smile noncommittal, and then put black gauze on my sleeves. After packing up the whole house and making it look like a funeral parlor, I sent all the relatives away.The leader of the father's unit also came to publicize the suicide of the section chief, which has already spread throughout the unit.I explained it several times, and I was sure that my father's death had nothing to do with the work unit. Monica helped me all day, and I was so tired that I was so tired, I was really touched by her: "Thank you! Thank you!" "You're welcome!" She let out a weary breath, "Take a good rest with your mother, and call me anytime you need anything." I walked her all the way to the gate of the community and watched her get in a taxi and leave. Standing alone by the side of the road, looking at the sky full of smoke and pollution, as well as the traffic coming and going in front of the door, there is no traffic in heaven. When I got home, only my mother and I were left, as well as the black and white portrait of my father.Mom was lying on the bed, her tears were almost dry, and she couldn't imagine why Dad committed suicide?Abandoning us orphans and widows so cruelly. "Yes, you could. When you were young, you often went against your father and always made him angry. That's why he was so strict with you. But he did this for your own good. If it weren't for this, how could you be admitted to college? Will you work in a foreign-funded enterprise?" "I understand that my father loves me very much, and I also regret my previous disobedience." "Your father has never enjoyed it in his life. Others in the unit have been promoted and made a fortune long ago. Only he has been the head of the propaganda section for decades and has never been greedy for a penny from others. I also married him because he was honest and honest." , I never expected him to earn a lot of money for the family. But your father is a good man, whether in the work unit or at home, he is a good man. I thought that a good man would have a safe life, but I never thought..." As she talked, tears were about to fall, and she quickly poured her a glass of water: "Mom, why have I never seen any relatives from Dad's side except grandma?" "When I married into the Gao family, there were only your father and your grandma. I have never met your grandpa. I heard that your father died when he was very young. Your father and your grandma never met Mentioned your grandpa as if he was a taboo in the family." Taboo?心里又是一颤，姑且不论我是不是父亲的儿子，但父亲与爷爷肯定是兰陵王的后代，爷爷的禁忌是否就是兰陵王的秘密？ 一切都源于那个秘密？
子夜。 难以入睡，隔了一道门就是父亲的灵堂，他正在黑白遗像里微笑，是否还在守护他深爱的儿子——假如我真是他的儿子。 屋里飘荡着古怪的气味，可能是白天残留的香烛味，抑或是执着的灵魂还要回家看看？我无法忍受地坐起来，独自在黑暗的房间里徘徊，整整二十四个小时以前，父亲大概也经历过同样的煎熬，最终却选择了自杀。 死寂的夜，我打开电脑，登录上MSN，立刻有人跳出来和我说话了。 又是蓝衣社！ "good evening." “好个屁！我的父亲死了。” Blue Shirts: "I know." “你知道？你是怎么知道的？” 我愤怒地盯着屏幕，这个邪恶的蓝衣社，肯定与父亲的自杀有关，很可能是他或他的同伙，给父亲打了那个神秘电话，并约他出来长谈到深夜——就像一年半前诱惑我出事那样！ 蓝衣社：“非常抱歉，你的父亲的去世让我也很难过，希望你节哀顺变。” “不要猫哭耗子了！” 蓝衣社：“我是真心的，这绝不是我想要看到的，因为你的父亲也是兰陵王传人。你们父子俩对我来说都很重要，你们无论谁都不能死！” “好了，不管你怎么辩解，现在他已经死了，下一个就要轮到我了吧？你们满意了吗？” 蓝衣社：“他是一个伟大的父亲。” 看到屏幕上的这句话，我忽然一怔：“这个我知道，不用你来说。好了，我问你，请不要再像个女人那样躲躲闪闪了，前天晚上，是不是你打电话给我父亲的？” 蓝衣社：“不是我。” “那又是谁？如果不是你，又是怎么知道我父亲死了呢？” 蓝衣社：“我从没见过你的父亲，也从没和他通过话，给他打电话的是另一个人。” 另一个人？ "Who?" "you do not need to know." “该死！那你又是谁？” 蓝衣社：“我是谁？我至少不是蓝衣社？” 我又上次一样晕了：“你不是蓝衣社？那是谁蓝衣社？” 蓝衣社：“蓝衣社是另一个人，一个你最陌生的人，也是你最熟悉的人。” 我最陌生的人，也是我最熟悉的人？这自相矛盾的话，看起来又似乎是什么哲理。 “你不要再说鬼话了，请你说人话！” 蓝衣社：“好了，让我告诉你吧：2006年在兰陵王秘密BBS里，与你说话的那个蓝衣社，并不是现在的我。而现在的我，只是借用了论坛里蓝衣社的ID与密码而已。” 事情越来越复杂了，一下子出现了两个蓝衣社，2006年的蓝衣社与2008年的蓝衣社。 “2006年的那个蓝衣社又是谁？” 蓝衣社：“我已经说过了，他是你最陌生的人，也是你最熟悉的人。” “不要再和我捉迷藏了！” 蓝衣社：“对不起，晚安！愿你的父亲安息。” 说完他就从MSN上消失了，我呆呆地看着电脑屏幕，这群蓝衣社怎么会无孔不入，也许一直在暗处盯着我家？也许给父亲打电话还不止一次？ 突然想起父亲的手机——是否藏着什么线索？ 我立刻摸到父母的卧房，悄悄找到父亲生前的手机，把它拿到了我的小房间里。 手机还剩下最后一节电，我关了电脑关了灯，屋子里只有手机屏幕的荧光，正好往上照亮了我的脸。 翻到父亲的通话记录，最近一条的通话时间，竟然是昨天凌晨一点！ 而我发现父亲割腕自杀的时间是凌晨二点。 就是说父亲在接完这个电话之后，不到一个钟头就选择了自杀！ 握着父亲手机的手在剧烈颤抖，他怎么会深更半夜和人通电话？平时就算白天他的电话也几乎没有。 还有一个疑点：半夜里的电话怎么没吵醒妈妈呢？ 再仔细看看爸爸的手机，才发现他已经调到了振动，可以前他的手机一直有铃声的，不可能为了睡觉才调振动。爸爸一定是等待某个重要电话，又生怕晚上把妈妈吵醒，便把手机调到振动，半夜里还不敢睡觉。 是谁打来的？ 再看那个致命的电话号码，却是一个本地的固定电话。 我皱起眉头疑惑起来，这是什么人的电话？如果用手机不是更不易被找到吗？ 冲动地想要回拨这个号码，但又放下手机——千万不要打草惊蛇，贸然打电话过去，可能会让他们更换号码。 最好查出这个电话所在的地址，这样可以悄悄摸上去！然而，谁能查出这个号码？ 只有一个人有此能力。 我马上拿起自己的手机，铃声响了许久，听到一个没睡醒的声音：“HELLO？” “莫妮卡！是我，对不起吵醒了你。” “高能？”莫妮卡的声音立即从慵懒变成紧张，“怎么了？出什么事了？” “请你帮我查一个电话号码！”