Chapter 81 eighty

Joe decides to run away (4) "Daddy, why don't you become a gardener too." The way he spoke was simple and sophisticated. Jo thought back to those days and nights when he was immersed in the world of books.And the story he made up and was about to finish.All of this is so insignificant compared with Daniel.He fell into depression again. "I can't be a happy gardener, boy. I've been doomed to work in 'Gulle' for the rest of my life. It's a magical job. Maybe one day, I'll run away. That's what my boss told me. Expect. Daniel, are you still afraid of that bone?"

"No, Daddy. It doesn't budge now, and I can tell it's a ox bone. I'm going, and I'm happier now that you don't object to me being a gardener. I haven't touched a book in years." , are you disappointed?" "No, Daniel, you're wonderful," said Joe sincerely. The door is closed.Joe heard Maria and Daniel talking in the corridor, and they went down together.Joe thought, he has a wonderful wife and son.He walked to the balcony and saw the figures of mother and son floating towards the gate like ghosts, while the cat crouched vigilantly on the stone ledge watching them leave.

There is a man in his study.As soon as Joe went back to the desk and sat down, the man came out from behind the bookshelves, paced behind Joe, and then went back behind the bookshelves.Joe heard him, but Joe didn't want to look back at him. "Daniel, your dad is coming out of his cocoon. Are you moving back, baby?" "No, Mom. How nice it is." Maria looked at her son, who was walking beside her, his slender body seemed to be near her, but at the same time seemed to be far away.She thought of the girls in kimonos in Joe's stories, and it was likely that in Joe's eyes, those girls were the incarnations of Daniel.What a strange man Joe was.At this moment, the son was beside her, but he was not beside her. He must be thinking about something far away.When he came out of the house, Daniel said he would take her to see the sky garden he designed, but they had already arrived outside the city, and there was no garden here at all.They walked down the embankment and into the dry riverbed.Daniel squatted down and scooped up the river sand with his slender fingers, letting them flow down from between his fingers.Maria heard a moan in his throat.The fog gradually thickened, and after a while, they couldn't see each other's faces clearly.Maria was a little flustered.

"Daniel, I can't remember what I did yesterday." Daniel's answers scattered in the air, buzzing, and Maria couldn't understand these scattered words.She breathed hard and indeed smelled the sweet fragrance of hibiscus, the flowers were invisible, probably flowing between her son's fingers.The appearance of Daniel wearing a straw hat sweating in the sun appeared in Maria's imagination.She heard the word "Daddy" in his voice, but it wasn't like Daniel calling his daddy, it was like a preschool child practicing how to read. There were footsteps on the embankment, Maria stood up, and the footsteps stopped.

"Is that Joe?" she cried aloud. "Is that Joe..." The air vibrated, and Daniel's voice echoed her. A magpie flew past them and flew towards the embankment. "Mom, let's go back to Daddy." Daniel stretched out his arms to hold Maria, and Maria saw that the arm he stretched out to her was a bauhinia branch, with small flowers swaying happily on it.They climbed up the embankment together, but Joe wasn't there.There was a warm current of happiness in Maria's heart, because she heard the voice of Jo in her youth again, and she was moved to tears.

"Joe, Joe..." she said. Years ago, she and he climbed up from this dry river bed.For so many years, she never imagined that she would return to her old dream so immersively.Perhaps now, she and her son have really stepped into Joe's all-encompassing story.He wasn't on the embankment, he was inside her.Her son Daniel grew redbuds in his body on such a day.When she was pregnant that year, it was Bauhinia that she saw repeatedly. Joe was on the embankment, and he did see the mother and child in the river bed, one standing and the other squatting.Then they were walking again, groping like blind men, as if they could not see each other.After taking two deep breaths in the clear air, Joe saw a white-haired oriental woman appearing on the other side of the river.The clothes on the women are also white, a bit like a kimono, and a bit like an ancient Chinese skirt.She stood leaning on a willow tree, observing the mother and child in the river bed.Jo stared fixedly at the old, beautiful woman, stupefied, for he had never seen such a beautiful old woman, and he felt his soul taken away.Someone patted him on the shoulder, it turned out to be the owner of the bookstore.

"The person opposite is not real." The boss frowned, seeming to spit out this sentence in pain. "I feel the same way. What a pity. Where is she from?" "She's my ex-wife."