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Dad passed away.

The news was sent by an international mail.

The address is my school.

It was a letter written by my mother, with a dignified handwriting.

The content is very simple, only the time of father's death.

Not even mentioning the details.

Incidentally, I also blamed why my phone turned off.

I took out my cell phone, there was no text message, no phone.

This reminds me that my domestic mobile phone has been placed in the drawer of the apartment.

The reason for not wanting to contact is very simple.

If you have a dad worth billions.

If your dad's photos appear in magazines, websites, or on TV, you can see him in almost all parts of the country.

And he still has my useless son.

Of course, the uselessness here is just that I am not good enough.

Take one hundred more exams and get more certificates.

Nor can it exceed 1% of my father.

Later, there was a lot of news about the rich second generation and the second official generation.

In order to reduce the negative news, I was thrown into the other hemisphere of the earth by my dad.

Throw in this aristocratic university that you haven't even heard of in China.

Until today, my dad passed away. . .

(One)

I did not ask for leave, and did not skip classes.

Seriously, I really finished the day's class.

Only me here is a Chinese.

When I was at the same table, and the best buddy.

When I asked what the letter from China was.

I was silent, I said bitterly with a love letter.

The dying party looked at the "love letter" from China for a long time.

I did not recapture the correspondence because I knew he could not read a word.

I remember when he first came, he asked me how to write Chinese dragon.

When I wrote to him, he said he had to take out his phone and checked for a long time.

Pointing to the traditional dragon on the game character's clothes on the screen, this is the "dragon" of China.

I don't know how to explain.

He looked at it for a long time, and handed it back to me.

I was bored and asked me what the girl looked like, why didn't I put a picture of myself.

I can only helplessly smile and explain to him that Chinese girls are more conservative and introverted.

He smiled and said, "I think you Chinese are more romantic than we French."

In addition to smiling, I can only smile.

(two)

After school, I returned to my apartment.

Here is what Dad didn't know when he bought it.

Houses in urban areas are particularly expensive no matter where they are.

Not to mention apartments in the city.

On the first day I came here, I took out my domestic mobile phone in a cabinet I had never opened.

Two years later, the latest mobile phone of that year has now become an antique.

The moment I pressed the power button, I was very upset.

One second, two seconds. Five seconds, ten seconds.

I think it is probably dead. . .

I glanced at the interface, which is the old interface.

I started rummaging through the various drawers, and finally saw the charger in one drawer.

Plugged in the charger and waited anxiously.

In about three minutes, I turned on the machine anxiously.

After a moment of silence, when I was worried that the phone bill would be gone.

Several text messages from mom jumped in.

Mother too, how can I still use the domestic number when I am abroad?

But also, they don't know the number of my foreign country.

And I have n’t been home for two years. I called my mother ’s phone.

"Luqiao? Is it you?" Mom said.

"Well, dad is gone?" I said lightly.

Silent, followed by a little sob.

"Overwork, heart disease." Mom said.

"Do you want me to go back?" I said.

"It's the first seven days in two days, and you have to come back quickly. Your grandma and grandpa are making trouble on my side." Mom said.

"Noisy? What's the matter?" I said.

"It's unclear on the phone, you will come back and talk." Mom said anxiously.

I hung up the phone.

(three)

I booked a plane from Paris to Beijing that night and sent the information to my mother.

Packed some luggage, but found it so easy to leave here.

But two years ago, he didn't even want to go back.

Packed everything that can be taken away.

Actually only half a suitcase was filled.

I sorted it out again, but still so many things.

Thinking about what fell.

By the way, you can't forget to ask for leave.

I picked up my phone and found that I didn't even know the teacher's phone.

I called the only phone in my cell phone that might work.

That ’s right, it ’s the same table.

Dududu ～

"Is there anything?" The voice from the same table came out.

"I'm going back home." I said.

"So anxious? Does a letter have such a magic power? It seems that the girl must be very beautiful, a picture. Remember to bring me a picture back," said the same table.

"Okay, I want you to take a leave for me." I said.

"How many days?" Said the same table.

I was silent for a while.

Breathe out.

"The longest, yes ... how long can it take?" I said.

"Half a month, it will take a long time for the hospital to prove it. I am starting to wonder, what kind of girl is so attractive?"

"Green plum bamboo horse?" I said, I used Chinese. Because I don't know how to translate this sentence.

"Dear? Dear no pig? Is this the girl's name?" The same table said the idiom in this lame Chinese.

I smiled: "Okay, I have no time. I have to catch the plane."

After that, I hung up the phone.

(four)

Thirteen hours of flight.

Almost half of me is sleeping.

Until then, I couldn't sleep anymore.

I'm in first class, I want to fly this long.

I wouldn't have such a good night's sleep if it were not first class.

It was quiet around, which reminded me of my dad.

His name is Chen Ansheng, and my name is Chen Luqiao.

I heard that when grandma gave birth to dad, it went smoothly.

She didn't feel any pain at all. Grandma hugged her father calmly when she was sent out of the ward.

And Dad cried loudly.

Grandpa therefore left the original name, Chen Dalong and Chen Cannon behind.

I began to think of Ansheng and Ansheng, and I was born safely.

Chen Ansheng became my father's name.

And my dad is really good, very good when he was a kid.

I don't know if it is the famous rendering or exaggeration.

Or just so good.

Actually, my father was very poor when he first got married.

But he worked very hard and worked for others.

To the first own store, to the hotel chain later.

In the transition to real estate, everything seems to be self-taught.

Everything in the family was worked out by Dad a little bit.

Until the hotel went public, real estate sold out.

Then switch to mobile phones, electrical appliances, cars.

Open a foundation and donate to Hope Project.

To various lectures and TV talk shows.

Then go to the press conference, and invest in Hope Primary School.

It seemed as if nothing could trouble him.

(Fives)

The plane landed safely.

Just after getting off the airport, someone was waiting for me early.

It was actually Fu Bo, who came as a driver himself.

Normally he was only responsible for taking care of my dad, and now he can pick me up and explain the situation.

"Forbe, how long have we not seen?" I said.

Forber said with a smile: "Master, for a few years."

"My father's business." I said.

Forbe's original smile was gone, and he said slowly, "Young Master, the old man is gone. Suddenly, I didn't believe it at the time."

"How did you die?" I said immediately.

Forbes Zhiwuwu said: "Heart disease, young master still listen to his wife. Now the wife and the old lady are making trouble for the old man's body."

"Isn't Dad dead? What's the matter?" I asked puzzled.

"This ... An outsider is really not good at talking. The master still understands it when he comes home," Fu Bo said awkwardly.

"Understood, Fober." I said.

The car drove for a long time and arrived at the home in the second ring road.

Very calm, of course I knew it was before the storm.

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