A few days ago, Qiu Yang had a phone call with his younger brother, Qiu Shou.
During the phone call, Qiu Shou told him about his father's outburst and said that his father's fierce manner frightened him. Qiu Yang had some doubts at the time, thinking that Qiu Shou was exaggerating on purpose.
Now it seems that my father had something very important on his mind.
At that moment, he realized that what his father was thinking was related to life and death.
Time passed second by second.
Qiu Yang could almost hear his own heartbeat.
The croaking of frogs in the rice paddies grew louder and louder once again.
Qiu Yang wiped his nose, tears streaming down his face:
"Dad, I beg you, tell me the truth. I am a man, I can bear anything. My father is the best father in the world, my father will be alright."
Qiu Jingwen finally couldn't hold back her tears and they fell down.
He reached out and stroked Qiu Yang's beautiful hair, his voice choked with emotion as he said:
"Qiuyang, don't be like this. Dad is sorry for you and for this family!"
Before Qiu Yang could respond, he continued:
"Qiuyang, let Dad tell you a story first."
"Yes, Dad, go ahead and tell me, I'm listening."
Qiu Yang was also choked up.
Qiu Jingwen took out a pack of cigarettes, pulled one out, and handed it to Qiu Yang.
"Why don't you have one too?"
Qiu Yang doesn't smoke at all, nor does he know how to smoke.
But he still accepted the cigarette his father offered him.
Qiu Jingwen took out a match again, and was about to strike it to light it when Qiu Yang took it from him.
"Dad, I'll do it."
After saying that, Qiu Yang lit a match.
He lit one for his father first, then lit one for himself.
This was the first time Qiu Yang had ever smoked in his life, and it was his father who gave him the cigarettes.
Qiu Yang lit a cigarette and took two deep drags, but was choked and coughed several times.
But he didn't give up. He took two more deep breaths and covered his chest to try to stop coughing.
Qiu Jingwen reached out and gently stroked his son's back.
"Qiuyang, don't be nervous, maybe things aren't so bad."
Qiu Yang took a few puffs and finally stopped coughing.
He gazed quietly at his father, who seemed somewhat unfamiliar to him.
"Dad, I want to hear your story. Let's begin."
Qiu Jingwen first let out a breath, then smiled gently:
"Alright then, I'll tell you a story that I know very well."
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