Chapter 120

Sham Shui Po, in an old residential building.

The wind blew in from the window with iron bars. There were a few pots of small asparagus fern next to it. The originally green leaves had turned yellow and swayed with the waves.

The ground was full of packed cartons, and the family portrait on the wall had been taken down and thrown at the door.

The woman with her fiery red lips pointed at the clothes on the ground that had not been packed yet, and urged the man, "Hurry up and pack them up quickly. The new owner will be here tomorrow. Don't you want to sell your dead father's house?"

"I'm warning you, this house is so old that it's almost falling apart. If it weren't for my friends, I would never be able to sell it!"

Liu Fuchun squatted on the ground, stuffed the cans into the cardboard box, and tore off the tape to seal the box and pack it. "I know, don't nag me anymore. I only have two hands, how can I do it so quickly."

"How can we not hurry up?" Lin Mei snorted, "Hurry up and sell the house and immigrate to Canada. I don't want to live in a small house in Hong Kong anymore."

She has already asked her friends in Canada to say hello.

The same price can only buy a flat in Hong Kong, but it is enough to buy a small villa in Canada. Although the location is a little off, there are many white people, and the quality is much higher than in Hong Kong.

She no longer has to bargain with the housewives in the market.

Liu Fuchun was listless as he sealed the box, and from time to time he thought of his old father who died in the hospital. His mother had passed away two years ago. Now, he and his wife are planning to go to Canada for development, and they are afraid that they will never return to Hong Kong in the future.

Father...I am afraid he can only stay in the hospital.

"Liu Fuchun." Lin Mei saw that he was in a bad mood, so she asked, "You are not still thinking about going to the hospital to pick someone up, are you? Your dead father, he died, but he still owed us a debt of 20,000 yuan. He really dared to owe us."

"Okay." Liu Fuchun was in a bad mood. He stood up and threw the sealed carton on the sofa. "The person is already dead, so you should stop nagging."

"Why." Lin Mei put her hands on her hips, her eyes widened, "You were the one who blamed him before. He lived in our house, and I served him like a slave for so long, but in the end I couldn't even say a few words?"

Liu Fuchun sighed: "What do you mean our house? He bought this house."

"You are his son, this house is yours!" Lin Mei said unmercifully, "Anyway, we will go abroad after the house is sold, you are not allowed to change your mind at the last minute, and you are not allowed to waste 20,000 yuan to pick up a dead person!"

Liu Fuchun knew that he could not win the argument, so he shut up.

Thinking about the father-son relationship of several decades, what made him and his father become so unfamiliar?

It was roughly when he was twelve years old, he became obsessed with playing table tennis. Seeing that all his classmates had a pair of table tennis rackets, he envied them and begged his father, who had just returned from the construction site, to buy him a pair.

He still remembers that at that time, Liu's father squatted down, with unspeakable emotions in his eyes, and patted Liu Fuchun's thin arm in embarrassment.

"Chunzi, I'm sorry, Dad can't buy you a table tennis racket now, and the family needs money."

Liu Fuchun, who was not yet a big boy, could understand his father's refusal.

He just sighed, but did not embarrass his father. It was not until half a month later that he saw his father buying a brand new pair of table tennis rackets wrapped in film. He thought it was a surprise prepared by his father, so he followed his father home.

Unexpectedly, he saw his father gave the racket to the neighbor's child.

At that moment, Liu Fuchun felt betrayed, because his sensible father gave the racket to the child of an outsider with money. Not only that, his father often contacted the neighbor's child later, and even often invited the child to come home for dinner.

Because the neighbor's child had good grades, he would often compare him with that child and ask him to learn like that child.

Until one day.

He found that the neighbor's child cried and called Liu's father "Dad".

From then on, the great image of his father collapsed in his heart.

When Liu Fuchun reached the rebellious period, he began to not say a word to Liu's father, and even hated Liu's father.

After so many decades, he never had a heart-to-heart talk with the so-called father again.

Liu Fuchun thought calmly and didn't hear the doorbell that had been ringing for a long time.

"I don't know if you are deaf or I am deaf." Lin Mei went to open the door unhappily and saw Ding Tao carrying a bag of candles.

Ding Tao was stunned for a moment. He came here according to the address given by Grandpa Liu before his death. Glancing at Lin Mei's unhappy expression, he greeted them hurriedly, "Mr. Liu and Mrs. Liu, right?"

Liu Fuchun came back to his senses and got up from the ground. He felt strange to see Ding Tao, as he had never seen him before, "Who are you?"

Ding Tao took the initiative to extend his hand to introduce himself, "I'm a nurse at the Yanghe Hospital..."

Before he could finish his words, Lin Mei, who had reacted, pushed him out and said angrily, "Are you from the hospital? Go away, get out quickly. Our family has no money to give you!"

Ding Tao was quick-witted and grabbed the door frame with one hand and refused to go out. He said anxiously, "Mr. Liu, Mrs. Liu. You are not going to pick up Grandpa Liu's body, don't you want his belongings?"

It was exactly this sentence.

Lin Mei's pushing suddenly stopped.

She looked around. Besides the house, could it be that her dead father had anything valuable?

Liu Fuchun hesitated before asking, "What?"

Ding Tao quickly put down the candle bag and carefully took out a piece of paper. "Look, this is what Grandpa Liu kept in his pocket when he was dying. Inside is what Grandpa Liu wanted to say to you." When

Liu Fuchun saw that it was a piece of paper, he felt irritated for no reason. He glanced away and said fiercely, "I don't want it! Give it to whoever you want!"

Lin Mei saw that there was no note. Qian, flicked his fingers with a lack of interest, "Let me make it clear that we will not go to the hospital to pick up anyone, you can handle it however you want."

Ding Tao remembered some things that Grandpa Liu had said before he died, he sighed, bent down and took out a red table tennis racket, "Mr. Liu, don't you want this one?"

When Liu Fuchun saw the racket, his pupils suddenly shrank and he was horrified.

But he was unwilling to take the racket.

Ding Tao sighed, "I don't know what happened to you and your son, but when Grandpa Liu came out of the critical period one day, he asked me to buy the racket outside the hospital."

At that time, Grandpa Liu became very thin due to the treatment. He lay on the hospital bed with tears streaming down his face, muttering, "Chun Tsai cared about me, why didn't I think of it. I originally thought he didn't need it anymore, but I never thought that I was sorry for him all these years. I am sorry for him."

Ding Tao bought a table tennis racket.

Grandpa Liu held the racket and sat by the window, looking downstairs every day, hoping that Liu Fuchun would come and hand the racket to his son in person.

But, until his death,

he could not tell his son about the misunderstanding in person.

After listening to Ding Tao's story and the fact that Grandpa Liu died of hunger in the hospital, even the hard-hearted Liu Fuchun's eyes were red, and he took the note with trembling hands.

It turned out that the racket was a gift for him because the neighbor's child had leukemia and was dying, and said that he liked the racket very much. That's why his father gave him the racket.

Not long after, the neighbor's child passed away. The child's mother wanted to return the racket to his father, and even said that she was grateful to Liu's father for accepting the child's long-awaited cry.

It turned out that the neighbor's child was from a single-parent family and had been without a father since childhood. In the last stage of his suffering from illness, he wanted to call him dad.

At that time, Liu Fuchun no longer communicated with his father.

His father thought that he might not want the racket, so he politely refused the old racket and did not buy a new one. Instead, he compensated him from other places.

However, Liu Fuchun at that time no longer trusted his father.

It turned out that his father had always loved him.

The two father and son tortured each other for decades because of a misunderstanding.

Liu Fuchun's face was full of tears. He knelt down and cried, "Dad, I'm so sorry!"

Lin Mei saw her husband crying and felt a little worried, "Fuchun, you are not going to pick up your father to go home?"

"Go! You must go." Liu Fuchun wiped his tears quickly, got up, and went to the room to get money.

When Lin Mei saw him going to get money, her face changed and she rushed up to grab the passbook, "20,000 yuan! That's 20,000! We are all going abroad, and we have to buy a cemetery to pick up our father. There is money everywhere. It's not that we can't live in the hospital morgue. Be obedient, and your father will definitely understand us."

Liu Fuchun looked at Lin Mei, whose eyes were full of money, and his heart was chilled.

In the past, his wife insulted his father in front of him. His father never said a word. He thought his father was afraid, knowing that he would have to depend on him when he got old.

Now he realized, he was not old at all. His father had been enduring for the happiness of his family!

Liu Fuchun snatched back the passbook in anger and was about to run out the door, but turned back to look at the dumbfounded Lin Mei, "When your mother was sick, I took all the money I had. I have been a wrong son for most of my life, and my father is freezing and hungry in the morgue. I can't be unfilial anymore."

"Then... what about going abroad?" Lin Mei's attitude softened.

Liu Fuchun shook his head: "I'm not going abroad, and I'm not selling the house. I've never dared to make you angry. What's so good about going abroad? Wife, you...you really don't want to, let's get divorced. I'll compensate you even if I don't sell the house."

After that, Liu Fuchun pushed the door and left.

The morgue in the hospital was too cold.

Liu Fuchun was shivering. He and Ding Tao first burned candles, looked at the morgue filled with smoke, and the freezer in front where the bodies were placed, and whispered: "Little brother, have you seen my dad?"

Ding Tao just stood up after bowing on the ground, looked around and shook his head in surprise: "No."

Liu Fuchun's only extravagant hope was gone. He bowed his head in mourning, and