Chapter 32 It's so convenient, just amnesia

Chapter 32 It's so convenient, just amnesia

An elegant figure was sitting on a high-backed chair, playing with an emerald green pipe whose texture was unclear.

He has gray hair, and although his appearance is a little fuzzy, he feels handsome and refined. The waist is straight and straight, wearing a black and white floral cotton padded coat at home. He looks only in his early sixties, but his breath is already a bit old. The curtains behind him opened, the sun came in, and the dust flew.

Around him, there are many ethnic musical instruments, such as pipa, matouqin, and piccolo full of ethnic customs...

Almost instantly, Du Caige understood that he was in a dream.

And he couldn't control it, he heard himself cry out, "Dad."

He can feel his emotions at this time, a little angry, a little depressed, and the strongest emotion is - my life has no meaning, I don't know why I live, no one will love me, no one will care about me, I think It just disappeared quietly.

The old man in the high-back chair nodded and said emotionally, "You're back."

Is this the original owner's father? Du Caige tried hard to see him clearly, but his eyes seemed to be blocked by a gauze, and he looked hazy and not very clear.

However, from the outline, this old man and Du Rongqi are somewhat similar, and anyone would think that they are father and daughter.

Du Caige couldn't control everything in the dream.

He felt his eyes shaking, approaching the original owner's father. He suddenly understood that it was himself in the dream who was approaching the original owner's father.

Gradually, I saw my father clearly. His face was sick, but he was still in good spirits.

"How is your health recently?"

"It's okay." Father said, dropping his eyelids.

silence.

After an unknown time, Du Caige heard the original owner's voice and said, "Don't get too close to him, you must be a little wary."

When the original owner said this, he was obviously disgusted, and the original owner should have hated that "him".

The original owner's father sighed vaguely before saying, "I know, I will."

The light from the window came in, leaving his father's face in shadow, as if it had some kind of huge symbolic meaning.

The old, wrinkled face of my father was full of tiredness and worry.

"You will, you will...you just talk about it!" The original owner's voice became excited, "You would rather trust an outsider than me!"

The father shook his head, his short gray hair cut into the sunlight, creating some interesting light and shadow changes, and he said softly, "I didn't disbelieve you."

After a pause, he said, "Actually, I've always been proud of you."

Du Caige noticed that the original owner's emotions had changed a lot at this time, with excitement, relief, and of course some complicated emotions that were difficult to discern.

"You're just talking," the original owner's voice repeated, "you never recognized me."

The father sighed again: "It's not that I don't approve of you, you know very well, I'm just dissatisfied with some of your practices."

After a long pause, he continued: "You have been taught a lesson. You haven't made those mistakes in the past few years. In fact, I am very pleased."

He explained: "I hope you can be more humane to the world, you can actually do more. I...just want you to be better."

The original owner's body looked away, looked out the window, and watched the jumping sunlight.

After a long time, Du Caige heard the original owner's voice and said, "You should worry more about yourself. In short, don't trust him too much. This person is not that simple."

The father smiled. This was the first time he smiled in this dream, but the smile seemed reluctant and worried: "I will keep an eye on it."

After a while, he continued, "It's been a long time since that happened, haven't you come out yet? For such a woman, it's not worth it..."

At this moment,

Du Caige sensed a very strong emotion in the original owner's heart, and when he was rushed by the strong emotion, the picture in front of him was like a reflection on the water surface. When the wind blew, the picture shook and dissipated.

...

After waking up in the morning, Du Caige still remembered that dream clearly.

However, those strong emotions and those clear dialogues made Du Caige feel that perhaps, it was not a dream, but a memory.

Is it a dream or a memory? Gotta find a way to prove it.

After getting up, take a shower, water the flowers, and make breakfast.

Du Caige remembered that it was New Year's Eve today. But breakfast is not too different, still bread, fried eggs, milk.

After a while, Du Ranqi rubbed her sleepy eyes, came out in her pajamas, sat at the dining table and yawned, her lazy little appearance was very cute.

When she was a little more awake, she went to wash and brush her hair, and when she sat back at the table, she was already a refreshing little girl.

"I won't go out to play tonight." Du Caige said.

Du Ranqi shook his head, chewing the bread without making a sound.

Du Caige had finished eating and was flipping through a newspaper he bought yesterday.

After a while, he said casually, "Where's Dad's green pipe?"

Du Ruoqi glanced at him dissatisfied, took out his mobile phone, lowered his head and typed, and held it up to Du Caige to see: "That was his 'beloved thing', he was with him when he was buried. Did you forget?"

Du Caige said softly, "Yeah, I forgot."

The stone hammered, it was not a dream, but a memory.

"Where's his black and white floral padded coat?"

Du Ruoqi typed again, but this time it was very simple: "It's burnt, I'm burning it."

When she looked up, her eyes were red again.

Only then did Du Caige realize that the girl hadn't recovered from the blow of losing her father, so she shouldn't have mentioned it.

He sighed lightly and took the girl into his arms. The girl struggled symbolically, but stopped resisting.

Du Caige gently stroked the girl's long hair and back. It wasn't pretentious, but she really gave birth to a little brother-sister love for the girl.

The girl wept silently.

After a while, she gently freed Du Caige's hand and sat up straight. "I miss Dad," she whispered, not typing on her phone.

"I know."

The atmosphere is good at this time. Du Caige suddenly had an urge, and he decided to confess something to the girl.

"Qiqi, there is one thing I have to tell you."

"Well?" Du Ruoqi looked at him puzzled, her big eyes were red and there were tears on her beautiful little face.

"Cough," Du Caige coughed lightly, "Actually, I fell ill a while ago and lost my memory."

"Amnesia?"

"Yeah," Du Caige felt relieved after revealing the secret. He smiled and said, "When I saw you, I thought you were my daughter!"

"daughter?"

"Yeah. I don't remember my former friends, I don't remember anything."

Du Yanqi's voice was cold: "So, you don't remember your mother?"

"Well," Du Caige nodded, "I really don't remember."

Du Ruoqi showed a cold, chilling smile, "It turned out to be because of amnesia, so I don't remember my mother. It's so convenient, just amnesia!"