Chapter 295
Thank You For Being My Dad
Chapter 295 Thank You For Being My Dad
When Hong Yongxi doubtfully took the talisman handed over by Song Ci, she was surprised to find that she had manifested her body again.
"Go, you have an afternoon." Song Ci smiled.
"Thank you." Hong Yongxi bowed to Song Ci, turned his head and strode towards Hong Fumin.
But when it was approaching, she slowed down again and stepped forward cautiously.
After getting close, she heard her father whimpering like a wounded beast.
She knew that her father worked very hard every day, running water and electricity, driving taxis, driving on behalf of others, etc. He was always busy every day, and when he came back, he was always exhausted.
My mother dresses up brightly every day, and my father is always in a mess.
My mother always permed and dyed her hair, and kept changing her hairstyle, while my father had messy hair all over his head.
After her death, her father's white hair became more visible to the naked eye. When he was alone, he always sat there for a long time in silence, which made her feel distressed.
She wanted to touch her father's gorgeous hair.
So Hong Yongxi stretched out his hand, and lightly touched that messy hair.
"Daddy," she called softly.
Hong Fumin first felt someone touching his hair, and before he could react, he heard a familiar father.
He raised his head in surprise, then widened his eyes, looking at the person in front of him in surprise.
"Lele?" Hong Fumin asked tentatively in a low voice.
Lele is Hong Yongxi's nickname, and the xi (yi) in her name originally means bright and happy.
"It's me, Dad, don't be sad." Hong Yongxi also said with tears in his eyes.
"Am I dreaming?" Hong Fumin asked in a trance.
"Oh no."
Hong Yongxi squatted down and took his father's hand. His hand was rough, like sandpaper, but it was extraordinarily warm and gave her enough sense of security.
He knew very well that Hong Yongxi was dead, or the body he claimed, and then he took care of all the funeral affairs.
Seeing his daughter, who was originally full of youth and vigor, turned into a handful of ashes, he was heartbroken and sad beyond his control.
But in front of him, his daughter was standing in front of him, calling him daddy, which felt like a dream.
Looking at the tears on his daughter's cheeks, Hong Fumin subconsciously reached out to wipe them away.
"Don't cry, the little girl is not beautiful when she is crying."
Hong Fumin, with red eyes, comforted Hong Yongxi in turn.
"Well, Dad, let's go home." Hong Yongxi cried.
"Okay, let's go home, go home..."
Hong Fumin stood up, staggered, almost fell, he squatted for too long.
Hong Yongxi hurriedly supported him with his own body, and it took Hong Fumin a while to recover.
"Let's go home..." Hong Fumin held Hong Yongxi's hand tightly and walked forward.
But after walking a few steps, he looked back at the funeral parlor behind him, with a sad expression on his face.
"Lele, your mother had a car accident, where has she gone?"
"I know." Hong Yongxi said indifferently.
"She's your mother." Hong Fumin looked back at her and said.
"But...but I don't like her." Hong Yongxi lowered his head and whispered.
She was ready to wait for her father's reprimand, but Hong Fumin did not reprimand her, but said softly: "Let's go."
The two walked for a while in silence, Hong Yongxi couldn't bear it first, and tugged Hong Fumin's arm.
Hong Fumin turned around and asked with some doubts: "What's wrong?"
"Dad, don't you have anything to ask me?"
"Ask you what?"
"I'm already dead." Hong Yongxi said seriously.
"I know, the police...the police informed me that I went to claim the body." Hong Fumin said with a trembling voice.
"But I'm standing in front of you now, aren't you afraid?" Hong Yongxi asked mischievously.
"So, in the police station, it wasn't you who died?" Hong Fumin asked with some expectation.
Hong Yongxi shook his head and said, "It's me."
"That's it." Hong Fumin was a little disappointed when he heard that.
"So am I dreaming now?"
Hong Yongxi shook his head again.
Hong Fumin sighed and said, "Actually, it's good to be dreaming, I hope this dream can last longer."
"Dad, I..."
"Actually, what's going on with you now doesn't matter. It's enough for me to hold you with you by my side."
Hong Fumin held his daughter's hand tightly, pulling her towards him.
"Father, you are so kind." Hong Yongxi smiled with tears on his face.
"Because I am your father." Hong Fumin said.
Then he dragged Hong Yongxi to continue walking. It was just after noon, and there were very few cars on the road, and he couldn't get a taxi for a while.
Seeing that Hong Fumin didn't ask, Hong Yongxi took the initiative to tell him about himself.
"I have been following you since I died, until the day I met someone who could see me, maybe it was a god, maybe it was a god, anyway..."
So Hong Yongxi told Hong Fumin all about his fantasy experience.
"Is that so, then did you thank him well?" Hong Fumin said in surprise after hearing this.
His reaction made Hong Yongxi very dissatisfied.
"Father, don't you doubt my words at all? Aren't you surprised? And what's so weird about thanking others?" Hong Yongxi said angrily.
Seeing her like this, Hong Fu smiled, this was the first time he smiled after meeting her.
"Because I believe you won't lie to me. I have no culture. There are things in this world that I don't understand. Isn't it normal? I ask you to thank others because no matter whether it is a person or a god, as long as you help you , you have to thank others, this is a matter of courtesy..."
"I know, I know, Dad, you are so nagging and annoying." Hong Yongxi said this, but he didn't intend to let go of Hong Fumin's hand at all.
Hong Fumin was not angry when he heard the words, but smiled and said: "It's just this time, and there will be no chance in the future, and I won't bother you anymore."
Hong Yongxi burst into tears when he heard the words.
"Father, you are so annoying... woo woo woo..."
"Lele stop crying, stop crying, have you eaten yet? Are you hungry? Dad will take you to eat, okay?"
"I want to eat the omelet rice you made for me." Hong Yongxi said while crying.
"The omelet rice made by Dad is not delicious, let's go eat something delicious."
"No, I want to eat the omelet rice you made."
"Okay, okay, then I'll go back and make it for you."
"Well, do you remember what I told you last time, I learned how to fry rice with ham, it's delicious, I want to fry it for you, but you haven't had time all the time, you're outside every day..."
"I'm sorry, it's dad's fault. Dad should stay with you more at home. If I can... I can pick you up and drop you off from school, maybe... maybe..."
As Hong Fumin spoke, he choked up and couldn't continue.
"Dad, it's not your fault. I know you have to earn money to support this family. If you don't earn money, my mother and I will starve to death."
Hong Fumin was very happy that his daughter could understand him, but he didn't know how to express it, so he scratched his hair honestly.
"Dad, you need to cut your hair, you can dye it black, it will make you look younger."
"Dad is not young anymore, it doesn't matter if he is dyed or not."
"How come it's the same? It's only when you're not young that you want to get dirty. You have to listen to me, otherwise people will say, Hong Yongxi, your father is so old, is that your grandfather?"
"sorry."
"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong, and I'm not afraid of them saying it, but I still want you to be younger."
"Okay, I get it, I'll dye it when I'm free."
……
"How is it, is it delicious?"
Although it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, Hong Fumin and Hong Yongxi only had lunch.
In front of Hong Yongxi was a plate of golden omelet rice, while in front of Hong Fumin was a plate of red and white fried rice with ham.
Seeing that Hong Fumin took a spoonful into his mouth, Hong Yongxi couldn't wait to ask.
"Delicious." Hong Fumin nodded.
Hearing this, Hong Yongxi showed a happy smile, and then said quite proudly: "I fry rice for myself every day. After a long time, I get a little tired. I just think about how to make it more delicious..."
Hong Fumin felt sad when he heard the words. He was earning money outside and couldn't take care of his daughter. Basically, the daughter took care of herself. As for his wife, well, he didn't say much, it's good if he can take care of himself.
"It's hot inside, be careful, use chopsticks to cut a hole in the egg to dissipate heat..."
Watching his daughter start to move the spoon, Hong Fumin began to remind her carefully again.
"Dad, I'm not a child anymore, I can still burn myself... wow... so hot..."
Before Hong Yongxi finished speaking, his tongue was scalded.
The old man who was sticking out his tongue cooled off, and Hong Fumin hurriedly handed her the water glass next to him, letting her take a sip.
"Haha~"
"Hehe~"
The father and daughter looked at each other and laughed together.
-
After eating, the two came to the park near their home.
The house Hong Fumin lives in is an old house they left behind. It belongs to the old city. All the surrounding facilities are relatively old, but the greenery is not bad, and there is even a park.
And this park carries almost all of Hong Yongxi's childhood memories.
Because the family conditions are not very good, it is impossible for her father to drive her around to play, so the nearby park has almost become the only place to go.
Hong Fumin took her here to fly kites, rollerblade, ride a bicycle, and hopscotch...
When I was young, the figure of my father was so tall, big hands holding small hands, and the whole journey was full of laughter.
But I don't know when, she became a person by herself, eating alone, sleeping alone, and going to the park alone...
"Dad, do you still remember that once, when I went to pick a flower in the bush, a small bug flew onto my hand, which made me cry..."
"In summer, every time you come here, you will buy me ice cream, but it's a pity that it's cold now..."
"When I was learning to ride a bicycle for the first time, you let go behind me secretly, and fell me, and my elbow was broken, leaving a scar, which hurts..."
"The first photo we took is here, right?"
Hong Yongxi pointed to the bench between two trees in the park.
"You held me in your arms and let me stand on your lap, and I laughed so hard at that time."
"Yeah, before you know it, you've grown up so much."
"Later, when I was in kindergarten, I took another photo. You sat on one side of the chair and I sat on the other side of the chair. I looked up at you and you looked down at me. That was my favorite photo. .”
"Well, I was busy with work later, so... I never took photos with you again."
"Then, Dad, can we take a photo?" Hong Yongxi looked at Hong Fumin with hope.
"Okay." Hong Fumin took out his phone.
But then he hesitated again, "Who can I ask to take a picture for us?"
Because it was winter and the sky was getting late, there was no one in the park at all.
"Let Mr. Song take pictures for us." Hong Yongxi pointed forward.
At some point, a man appeared in front of him with two children.
"Is this Mr. Song?" He vaguely felt that Mr. Song looked familiar, and for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
However, he had heard from his daughter that it was Mr. Song who helped her, so he hurried forward and said excitedly, "Mr. Song, thank you for helping my daughter, and thank you for allowing me to see her again."
After finishing speaking, he was about to kneel down to Song Ci, but was stopped by Song Ci.
"Your daughter's wish is to take another photo with you. Let me help you." Song Ci said, taking the phone from his hand.
"Thank you, Mr. Song, for causing you trouble." Hong Fumin thanked him, but he had a bad premonition in his heart.
But he still pulled Hong Yongxi to sit on the bench.
Hong Yongxi hugged his arm and leaned on his shoulder, Hong Fumin looked straight ahead with a bit of restraint.
And Song Ci used his mobile phone to help them record this moment.
After taking the photo, it was time for Hong Yongxi to leave.
"dad."
"Hey."
"You used to live for my mother and me, but now you have to live for yourself and live happily."
"En." Hong Fumin replied in a low voice.
"dad."
"Hey."
"I'm leaving."
"I know."
Hong Fumin grabbed his daughter's hand, tears soaked his eyes and blurred his vision.
"Dad, don't be sad..."
Hong Yongxi choked with sobs, but he didn't know how to comfort his father.
She stood up and stood opposite Hong Fumin, looking at this haggard and plain-looking father, her heart was full of attachment and reluctance.
Hong Fumin held her hand tightly, reluctant to let go.
"Dad, do you know? You are the best, best dad in the world. If there is an afterlife, I want to be my real daughter, my own daughter..."
"No, no, you are my real daughter, my own daughter..." Hong Fumin said excitedly.
He thought his daughter didn't know about it, but it turned out that she already knew about it.
"Thank you for being my dad."
After Hong Yongxi finished speaking, his whole body was like a faded ink painting, which gradually faded away. With a click, the amulet fell to the ground and finally disappeared into the air.
And at that last moment, he seemed to hear his daughter calling him daddy.
"Hey~"
Hong Fumin responded, his voice seemed to be forcefully squeezed out of his abdominal cavity, because he was too sad to speak.
PS: There is another chapter in the afternoon~
(End of this chapter)
When Hong Yongxi doubtfully took the talisman handed over by Song Ci, she was surprised to find that she had manifested her body again.
"Go, you have an afternoon." Song Ci smiled.
"Thank you." Hong Yongxi bowed to Song Ci, turned his head and strode towards Hong Fumin.
But when it was approaching, she slowed down again and stepped forward cautiously.
After getting close, she heard her father whimpering like a wounded beast.
She knew that her father worked very hard every day, running water and electricity, driving taxis, driving on behalf of others, etc. He was always busy every day, and when he came back, he was always exhausted.
My mother dresses up brightly every day, and my father is always in a mess.
My mother always permed and dyed her hair, and kept changing her hairstyle, while my father had messy hair all over his head.
After her death, her father's white hair became more visible to the naked eye. When he was alone, he always sat there for a long time in silence, which made her feel distressed.
She wanted to touch her father's gorgeous hair.
So Hong Yongxi stretched out his hand, and lightly touched that messy hair.
"Daddy," she called softly.
Hong Fumin first felt someone touching his hair, and before he could react, he heard a familiar father.
He raised his head in surprise, then widened his eyes, looking at the person in front of him in surprise.
"Lele?" Hong Fumin asked tentatively in a low voice.
Lele is Hong Yongxi's nickname, and the xi (yi) in her name originally means bright and happy.
"It's me, Dad, don't be sad." Hong Yongxi also said with tears in his eyes.
"Am I dreaming?" Hong Fumin asked in a trance.
"Oh no."
Hong Yongxi squatted down and took his father's hand. His hand was rough, like sandpaper, but it was extraordinarily warm and gave her enough sense of security.
He knew very well that Hong Yongxi was dead, or the body he claimed, and then he took care of all the funeral affairs.
Seeing his daughter, who was originally full of youth and vigor, turned into a handful of ashes, he was heartbroken and sad beyond his control.
But in front of him, his daughter was standing in front of him, calling him daddy, which felt like a dream.
Looking at the tears on his daughter's cheeks, Hong Fumin subconsciously reached out to wipe them away.
"Don't cry, the little girl is not beautiful when she is crying."
Hong Fumin, with red eyes, comforted Hong Yongxi in turn.
"Well, Dad, let's go home." Hong Yongxi cried.
"Okay, let's go home, go home..."
Hong Fumin stood up, staggered, almost fell, he squatted for too long.
Hong Yongxi hurriedly supported him with his own body, and it took Hong Fumin a while to recover.
"Let's go home..." Hong Fumin held Hong Yongxi's hand tightly and walked forward.
But after walking a few steps, he looked back at the funeral parlor behind him, with a sad expression on his face.
"Lele, your mother had a car accident, where has she gone?"
"I know." Hong Yongxi said indifferently.
"She's your mother." Hong Fumin looked back at her and said.
"But...but I don't like her." Hong Yongxi lowered his head and whispered.
She was ready to wait for her father's reprimand, but Hong Fumin did not reprimand her, but said softly: "Let's go."
The two walked for a while in silence, Hong Yongxi couldn't bear it first, and tugged Hong Fumin's arm.
Hong Fumin turned around and asked with some doubts: "What's wrong?"
"Dad, don't you have anything to ask me?"
"Ask you what?"
"I'm already dead." Hong Yongxi said seriously.
"I know, the police...the police informed me that I went to claim the body." Hong Fumin said with a trembling voice.
"But I'm standing in front of you now, aren't you afraid?" Hong Yongxi asked mischievously.
"So, in the police station, it wasn't you who died?" Hong Fumin asked with some expectation.
Hong Yongxi shook his head and said, "It's me."
"That's it." Hong Fumin was a little disappointed when he heard that.
"So am I dreaming now?"
Hong Yongxi shook his head again.
Hong Fumin sighed and said, "Actually, it's good to be dreaming, I hope this dream can last longer."
"Dad, I..."
"Actually, what's going on with you now doesn't matter. It's enough for me to hold you with you by my side."
Hong Fumin held his daughter's hand tightly, pulling her towards him.
"Father, you are so kind." Hong Yongxi smiled with tears on his face.
"Because I am your father." Hong Fumin said.
Then he dragged Hong Yongxi to continue walking. It was just after noon, and there were very few cars on the road, and he couldn't get a taxi for a while.
Seeing that Hong Fumin didn't ask, Hong Yongxi took the initiative to tell him about himself.
"I have been following you since I died, until the day I met someone who could see me, maybe it was a god, maybe it was a god, anyway..."
So Hong Yongxi told Hong Fumin all about his fantasy experience.
"Is that so, then did you thank him well?" Hong Fumin said in surprise after hearing this.
His reaction made Hong Yongxi very dissatisfied.
"Father, don't you doubt my words at all? Aren't you surprised? And what's so weird about thanking others?" Hong Yongxi said angrily.
Seeing her like this, Hong Fu smiled, this was the first time he smiled after meeting her.
"Because I believe you won't lie to me. I have no culture. There are things in this world that I don't understand. Isn't it normal? I ask you to thank others because no matter whether it is a person or a god, as long as you help you , you have to thank others, this is a matter of courtesy..."
"I know, I know, Dad, you are so nagging and annoying." Hong Yongxi said this, but he didn't intend to let go of Hong Fumin's hand at all.
Hong Fumin was not angry when he heard the words, but smiled and said: "It's just this time, and there will be no chance in the future, and I won't bother you anymore."
Hong Yongxi burst into tears when he heard the words.
"Father, you are so annoying... woo woo woo..."
"Lele stop crying, stop crying, have you eaten yet? Are you hungry? Dad will take you to eat, okay?"
"I want to eat the omelet rice you made for me." Hong Yongxi said while crying.
"The omelet rice made by Dad is not delicious, let's go eat something delicious."
"No, I want to eat the omelet rice you made."
"Okay, okay, then I'll go back and make it for you."
"Well, do you remember what I told you last time, I learned how to fry rice with ham, it's delicious, I want to fry it for you, but you haven't had time all the time, you're outside every day..."
"I'm sorry, it's dad's fault. Dad should stay with you more at home. If I can... I can pick you up and drop you off from school, maybe... maybe..."
As Hong Fumin spoke, he choked up and couldn't continue.
"Dad, it's not your fault. I know you have to earn money to support this family. If you don't earn money, my mother and I will starve to death."
Hong Fumin was very happy that his daughter could understand him, but he didn't know how to express it, so he scratched his hair honestly.
"Dad, you need to cut your hair, you can dye it black, it will make you look younger."
"Dad is not young anymore, it doesn't matter if he is dyed or not."
"How come it's the same? It's only when you're not young that you want to get dirty. You have to listen to me, otherwise people will say, Hong Yongxi, your father is so old, is that your grandfather?"
"sorry."
"Why are you sorry? You didn't do anything wrong, and I'm not afraid of them saying it, but I still want you to be younger."
"Okay, I get it, I'll dye it when I'm free."
……
"How is it, is it delicious?"
Although it was almost two o'clock in the afternoon, Hong Fumin and Hong Yongxi only had lunch.
In front of Hong Yongxi was a plate of golden omelet rice, while in front of Hong Fumin was a plate of red and white fried rice with ham.
Seeing that Hong Fumin took a spoonful into his mouth, Hong Yongxi couldn't wait to ask.
"Delicious." Hong Fumin nodded.
Hearing this, Hong Yongxi showed a happy smile, and then said quite proudly: "I fry rice for myself every day. After a long time, I get a little tired. I just think about how to make it more delicious..."
Hong Fumin felt sad when he heard the words. He was earning money outside and couldn't take care of his daughter. Basically, the daughter took care of herself. As for his wife, well, he didn't say much, it's good if he can take care of himself.
"It's hot inside, be careful, use chopsticks to cut a hole in the egg to dissipate heat..."
Watching his daughter start to move the spoon, Hong Fumin began to remind her carefully again.
"Dad, I'm not a child anymore, I can still burn myself... wow... so hot..."
Before Hong Yongxi finished speaking, his tongue was scalded.
The old man who was sticking out his tongue cooled off, and Hong Fumin hurriedly handed her the water glass next to him, letting her take a sip.
"Haha~"
"Hehe~"
The father and daughter looked at each other and laughed together.
-
After eating, the two came to the park near their home.
The house Hong Fumin lives in is an old house they left behind. It belongs to the old city. All the surrounding facilities are relatively old, but the greenery is not bad, and there is even a park.
And this park carries almost all of Hong Yongxi's childhood memories.
Because the family conditions are not very good, it is impossible for her father to drive her around to play, so the nearby park has almost become the only place to go.
Hong Fumin took her here to fly kites, rollerblade, ride a bicycle, and hopscotch...
When I was young, the figure of my father was so tall, big hands holding small hands, and the whole journey was full of laughter.
But I don't know when, she became a person by herself, eating alone, sleeping alone, and going to the park alone...
"Dad, do you still remember that once, when I went to pick a flower in the bush, a small bug flew onto my hand, which made me cry..."
"In summer, every time you come here, you will buy me ice cream, but it's a pity that it's cold now..."
"When I was learning to ride a bicycle for the first time, you let go behind me secretly, and fell me, and my elbow was broken, leaving a scar, which hurts..."
"The first photo we took is here, right?"
Hong Yongxi pointed to the bench between two trees in the park.
"You held me in your arms and let me stand on your lap, and I laughed so hard at that time."
"Yeah, before you know it, you've grown up so much."
"Later, when I was in kindergarten, I took another photo. You sat on one side of the chair and I sat on the other side of the chair. I looked up at you and you looked down at me. That was my favorite photo. .”
"Well, I was busy with work later, so... I never took photos with you again."
"Then, Dad, can we take a photo?" Hong Yongxi looked at Hong Fumin with hope.
"Okay." Hong Fumin took out his phone.
But then he hesitated again, "Who can I ask to take a picture for us?"
Because it was winter and the sky was getting late, there was no one in the park at all.
"Let Mr. Song take pictures for us." Hong Yongxi pointed forward.
At some point, a man appeared in front of him with two children.
"Is this Mr. Song?" He vaguely felt that Mr. Song looked familiar, and for a while he couldn't remember where he had seen him.
However, he had heard from his daughter that it was Mr. Song who helped her, so he hurried forward and said excitedly, "Mr. Song, thank you for helping my daughter, and thank you for allowing me to see her again."
After finishing speaking, he was about to kneel down to Song Ci, but was stopped by Song Ci.
"Your daughter's wish is to take another photo with you. Let me help you." Song Ci said, taking the phone from his hand.
"Thank you, Mr. Song, for causing you trouble." Hong Fumin thanked him, but he had a bad premonition in his heart.
But he still pulled Hong Yongxi to sit on the bench.
Hong Yongxi hugged his arm and leaned on his shoulder, Hong Fumin looked straight ahead with a bit of restraint.
And Song Ci used his mobile phone to help them record this moment.
After taking the photo, it was time for Hong Yongxi to leave.
"dad."
"Hey."
"You used to live for my mother and me, but now you have to live for yourself and live happily."
"En." Hong Fumin replied in a low voice.
"dad."
"Hey."
"I'm leaving."
"I know."
Hong Fumin grabbed his daughter's hand, tears soaked his eyes and blurred his vision.
"Dad, don't be sad..."
Hong Yongxi choked with sobs, but he didn't know how to comfort his father.
She stood up and stood opposite Hong Fumin, looking at this haggard and plain-looking father, her heart was full of attachment and reluctance.
Hong Fumin held her hand tightly, reluctant to let go.
"Dad, do you know? You are the best, best dad in the world. If there is an afterlife, I want to be my real daughter, my own daughter..."
"No, no, you are my real daughter, my own daughter..." Hong Fumin said excitedly.
He thought his daughter didn't know about it, but it turned out that she already knew about it.
"Thank you for being my dad."
After Hong Yongxi finished speaking, his whole body was like a faded ink painting, which gradually faded away. With a click, the amulet fell to the ground and finally disappeared into the air.
And at that last moment, he seemed to hear his daughter calling him daddy.
"Hey~"
Hong Fumin responded, his voice seemed to be forcefully squeezed out of his abdominal cavity, because he was too sad to speak.
PS: There is another chapter in the afternoon~
(End of this chapter)