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Chapter 22 "Safe Life and Death" Part [-]

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Dad passed away.

The news came via international mail.

The address is my school.

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

The content is very simple, only the time when my father passed away.

Not even the details were mentioned.

Incidentally, he also blamed me for turning off my phone.

I took out my mobile phone. There were no text messages or calls.

Then I remembered that the mobile phone I had in China had been kept in a drawer in the apartment.

I don’t want to contact you, the reason is very simple.

If you have a dad worth billions.

If your dad's picture appears in magazines, on websites, on TV, you can see him almost everywhere in the country.

And he also has a useless son like me.

Of course, the useless thing here is just that I’m not good enough.

No matter how many hundred tests you take, you will get more certificates.

It's impossible to be one percent better than my father.

Later, there was a lot of news about the second generation of rich people and the second generation of officials cheating on their parents.

In order to avoid negative news, my father threw me to another hemisphere of the earth.

To further his studies at this aristocratic university that had never even been heard of in China.

Until today, my dad passed away. . .

(One)

I didn't ask for leave or skip classes.

I finished the day's class seriously.

I am the only Chinese here.

As my deskmate and best friend.

When he asked me what the letter from China was about.

I was silent. I smiled bitterly and said it was a love letter.

The best friend held this "love letter" from China and read it for a long time with his eyes shining.

I didn't take the letter back because I knew he couldn't read a single word.

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

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

Pointing to the traditional dragon on the game character's clothes on the screen, he said, this is the Chinese "dragon".

I don't know how to explain it either.

He looked at it for a long time, then packed the envelope and handed it back to me.

With a bored look on his face, he asked me what I looked like as a girl and why I didn’t include a photo of myself.

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

He smiled and said: "I think you Chinese are much more romantic than us French people."

And besides smiling, I can only smile.

(two)

After school, I returned to my apartment.

Dad bought this place I don’t know when.

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

Not to mention an apartment in an urban area.

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

Two years have passed, and the latest mobile phones have become antiques.

The moment I pressed the power button, I felt extremely nervous.

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

I thought it was probably out of power. . .

I took a look at the interface and it was an old interface.

I started looking through the drawers and finally saw the charger in one drawer.

I plugged in the charger and waited anxiously.

After about 3 minutes, I turned on the phone anxiously.

After a moment of silence, I was worried about whether the phone bill was gone.

Several text messages from my mother popped in.

The same goes for my mother. How can I still use my domestic number when I am abroad?

But yes, they don’t even know my overseas number.

And I haven't been home for two years. I called my mother's phone.

"Luqiao? Is that you?" Mom said.

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

Silent, followed by small sobs.

"Overwork, heart disease." Mom said.

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

"It's the first seven days in two days. You have to come back as soon as possible. Your grandma and grandpa are having a lot of trouble here." Mom said.

"What's the fuss about?" I said.

"I can't tell you clearly on the phone. You can tell me when you get back." Mom said anxiously.

I hung up the phone.

(three)

I booked a flight from Paris to Beijing that night and sent the information to my mother.I packed some bags, only to find it was so easy to get out of here.

But two years ago, I was unwilling to go back for years.

Packed everything I could take away.

Only half of the suitcase was filled.

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

Thinking about what was left behind.

By the way, don’t forget to ask for leave.

I picked up the phone but found that I didn't know the teacher's phone number.

I called the only number on my phone that might work.

Yes, my deskmate and best friend.

beep beep~
"What's the matter?" came the voice from my deskmate.

"I'm going back to China." I said.

"So anxious? Can a letter have such great magic power? It seems that the girl must be very beautiful, take a photo. Remember to bring me a photo when you come back." said my deskmate.

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

"How many days will it take?" said my deskmate.

I was silent for a while.

Breathe in.

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

"About half a month. If it's any longer, I'll need a certificate from the hospital. I'm starting to get curious, what kind of girl is so attractive?" said my deskmate.

"Childhood sweethearts, right?" I said, using Chinese.Because I don't know how to translate this sentence.

"Kiss? Don't you have a pig? Is this a girl's name?" My deskmate said this idiom in poor Chinese.

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

After that I hung up the phone.

(four)

Thirteen hours of flight.

I slept almost half of it.

I couldn't sleep until later.

I flew first class, I wanted such a long flight.

If it wasn't for First Class I wouldn't have had such a good night's sleep.

It was very quiet around me, 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.

I didn’t feel any pain at all. When I was sent out of the ward, my grandma hugged my dad and looked calm.

And dad cried loudly.

Therefore, grandpa forgot his original names, Chen Dalong and Chen Dapao.

I began to think about peace and security and a safe birth.

Chen Ansheng became my father’s name.

And my dad is really awesome and he was very good when he was a child.

I don’t know if it’s exaggeration or exaggeration after becoming famous.

Or just that good.

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

But he works very hard and never works for others.

From the first store of my own, to a hotel chain later.

When changing careers in real estate, everything seems to be self-taught.

Everything in the house was built little by little by my father.

Until the hotel went on the market and the real estate was a big seller.

Then switch to mobile phones, electrical appliances, and cars.

Open a foundation and donate to Project Hope.

to various speeches and TV talk shows.

Then to the press conference and investment in Hope Primary School.

It was like nothing could stump him.

(Fives)

The plane landed safely.

As soon as I got off the airport, there was someone waiting for me early.

It was actually Uncle Fu, who came to be the driver himself.

Usually he is only responsible for taking care of my father, but now he can come to pick me up, which shows the situation.

"Uncle Fu, how long has it been since we last met?" I said.

Uncle Fu smiled and said, "Master, it's been a few years."

"It's about my dad," I said.

Uncle Fu's original smile disappeared, and he said slowly: "Master, the master is gone. It was so sudden, I didn't believe it at the time."

"How did you die?" I said immediately.

Uncle Fu hesitated and said: "He has a heart disease. The young master should listen to the madam. Now the madam and the old lady are quarreling over the master's body."

"Isn't dad dead? What's the fuss about?" I asked in confusion.

"Well...it's really hard for me to talk to an outsider. Master, you'd better come home and see for yourself." Fu Bo said awkwardly.

"Got it, Forbes," I said.

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

It was very calm, and of course I knew it was before the storm.

(End of this chapter)