Chapter 163
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Since he was very young, Shao Qinghe often wondered: Why hasn't he died yet?
It was raining heavily at his mother's funeral. White flowers were wrapped around his small suit. He stared at the flowers for a long time, listening to the sound of rain, funeral music, and some crying, like a bystander, indifferent and absent-minded.
An old man from the Su family who was on the board of directors frowned when he saw this and reminded: "Xiao He, don't you want to cry?"
Shao Qinghe raised his eyes and his gaze paused in the void for a while, as if he saw his mother walking barefoot on the cold marble floor the night before.
She smiled at him, her white nightgown fluttering slightly in the wind, like a bird swaying in the cold wind.
"I see, so Xiaohe wants to wait for the flowers to bloom."
She stared at him for a long time, then stretched out her arms and embraced him: "Sorry, I feel very tired and don't want to wait anymore."
"It's okay." He didn't understand why she apologized, so he just comforted her, "It's all fine, as long as you're happy."
The mother curved her lips slightly:
"Okay, we, Ah He, should be happy too. Have a sweet dream, okay?"
The silk white nightgown is like cool flowing ice water, but the mother's arms are indeed warm.
But now it is gone, there is only a very beautiful coffin.
A white rose was carved on the pure white marble tombstone. It was the evening blooming season, and on the way back to the mountain road, the flowers fell one after another on both sides of the driveway. Shao Qinghe looked at the falling flowers and thought of the white rose on the tombstone that would never wither.
Shao Qinghe did not shed a single tear throughout the entire funeral.
A year and several months passed. On a night that was just as chilly as water, he walked out onto the terrace. The night flowers were in full bloom, and the wind blew gently, causing the petals to fall.
He looked at the falling flowers and suddenly burst into tears.
"Why didn't I go with her?" he kept thinking to himself.
Time flies and leaves people behind; cherries turn red and banana leaves turn green.
As the days passed, he grew up gradually. He saw some lively things and some happy things, but he was always like an outsider, watching them with a smile or a frown.
He was actually quite amazed at the excitement. Why were these people always so enthusiastic about drinking, dating and having fun?
After graduation, Shao Qinghe returned to Hong Kong.
Back at the mansion, the smiles of the second wife and the so-called younger brother made me feel sick with hypocrisy. As for my father, he just nodded and said calmly, "I'm back."
Shao Qinghe also nodded politely: "Yes, I'm back."
He did come back, but not home. He knew very well that there was no "home" to return to. After losing his mother, he was like a duckweed, drifting with the flow and looking around.
Since he was alive, he always had things to do, such as his share of his mother's family property. He always felt that he owed his mother a lot, so he consciously wanted to fight for some things for her.
After careful consideration, he set his sights on the mainland, which had just implemented a new strategy, believing that this was an untapped market with huge potential.
In the early days of setting up the factory, he went to Pengcheng City several times.
This place is amazing. Although it is poor, the people seem to be very hopeful and have a special passion and hard work.
Once, on a typhoon day, he was sitting in a carriage and caught a glimpse of a young girl outside.
Amid the huge symphony of rain and the darkness of night, the girl's figure seemed unusually small.
She only had a small, broken umbrella in her hand, which was of little use. She looked like she had just crawled out of the sea, with her hair stuck to her face.
But he just refused to leave. He held the broken umbrella stubbornly, pointing it towards the wind, and at the same time stretched out his hand, trying to plug the hole in the umbrella in a slightly funny way.
Shao Qinghe had seen many beautiful girls, with elegant clothes, delicate make-up, different shades of big-brand perfume, and shiny jewelry. But the one in front of him was different. She had a kind of wild and vigorous vitality and a pair of eyes that were frighteningly bright.
How strange.
Shao Qinghe looked at her for a while and rolled down the window: "What are you doing?"
When the girl saw someone coming to ask her and she was sitting in a car, she quickly forced a smile and told him her situation in a loud voice in the wind.
The general meaning was that she ran a small factory and had received orders, but due to bad weather some of the finished products were soaked in water and could not be delivered on time, so she wanted to ask her boss for a few extra days.
After listening to this, he said nothing, rolled up the car window and went into the factory.
As a wealthy man, he had heard many tragic stories about entrepreneurs, but this story didn't really move him.
After entering the office building, the boss treated him very warmly, handing him a towel and making him hot tea.
After an hour or two of reporting, he felt bored and looked out the window. The broken umbrella was still sticking there stubbornly.
Another gust of wind blew the umbrella frame down.
The girl must have been furious. She chased him in the mud for a few steps, then angrily threw the umbrella to the ground, tore off the umbrella cover, and put it on her head like a hat.
She even shook her head, like a dog shaking its fur. She looked disheveled, but her posture was proud, giving a feeling of "Who is afraid? I can live my life with a raincoat and a straw hat."
Shao Qinghe curled the corners of his mouth unconsciously.
Because she made him happy for a moment, Shao Qinghe mentioned the girl: "If you can afford it, it can be considered a good deed."
"Don't worry, Mr. Shao. We always support such self-reliant entrepreneurs." The boss assured, patting his chest.
This incident was just a minor episode and Shao Qinghe did not take it to heart.
He returned to Hong Kong and continued his life as "Little Mr. Shao".
The returns on several investments were very high, and Shao's father praised him for a rare occasion.
"Ah He, you have really grown up now."
Everyone echoed and the atmosphere was full of joy.
Only the second wife and the second son had somewhat subtle expressions.
Shao's father tried to arrange a marriage for him.
Shao Qinghe Tianran was disgusted by this matter. He was fine with other things, but he was unwilling to compromise on his relationship and marriage.
"It doesn't matter. After the marriage, you can also find a lover you like." said Shao's father.
Shao Qinghe sneered: "Oh, so that's what you think, no wonder."
"What do you mean."
He turned around and pointed at his mother's portrait on the wall: "You know what I mean."
"Asshole!" Shao's father slammed the table, and the tea set trembled. "Are you accusing me of deceiving your mother?"
"Isn't it?"
Shao Qinghe half closed his eyes and expressed all the complaints he had in his heart over the years.
Father Shao covered his chest and gasped, "Okay, okay, since you hate me so much, why don't you die with your mother? It's hard for you to call me father for so many years."
The most awkward conversation ever.
Such a fierce quarrel directly stimulated Shao's father's illness, and he fell ill in bed.
Everyone in the company was very nervous, especially the second wife and the second son, who were asking around about the will.
Shao Qinghe just stood outside the ward with an expressionless face. After such a quarrel, he didn't hold out much hope for inheritance. Anyway, Shao's father had already transferred some of his mother's shares to him, so they were even.
Mr. Shao slept on the hospital bed for a long time until all the monitoring equipment began to roar.
"Master, you can't be in trouble." The second wife cried bitterly, "Is there anything else you want to say? I'm here, and my son is here too."
However, Shao's father raised his hand towards Shao Qinghe in the corner.
Shao Qinghe walked over, hesitated for a moment, and held Shao's father's hand.
He was old, his skin rough and covered with dark spots.
Father Shao looked at him with his cloudy eyes, but it didn't seem like he was looking at him.
Before closing his eyes, Shao's father murmured, "Miss."
Amid the harsh beeping sound, the heart rate monitor turned into a straight line.
The legal team read out the will solemnly, and Shao Qinghe got the majority of the shares.
He took it all in with remarkable calmness.
But some people can't accept it.
When the flowering season was approaching, he went out to sea alone on a yacht.
Looking out across the boundless sea, there was nothing there, just like his life.
The yacht had a malfunction, probably caused by human error, and was sinking.
For a moment, Shao Qinghe thought of the girl he met on the rainy day and wondered whether he should struggle like her.
Forget it, I’m too tired.
He then watched quietly as the world collapsed.
The sea water was like the night, gradually filling the entire world, as if returning to the terrace under the moon and flowers many years ago.
His mother's white nightgown trailed on the ground and gently stopped in front of him.
"Have you seen the flowers, Xiaohe?"
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