Chapter 92 Your words are worth thousands of words
Episode 92 "Your words are worth thousands of words"
After staying in the hospital for a week or two, I checked out on my own after making sure there were no complications or wound infections. I didn't notify anyone because I didn't want to contact anyone.
Not much mood or energy.
At the end of the night, my dad turned himself in to the police—admitting that he was the one who shot Choi Si.
I suggested that he do this because he chickened out and it might have crossed Vita's line. Rather than staying in Vita and not knowing how he would be treated, it was better to be in the police detention center, where he had a more predictable life. I also told him that he didn't have to do that. Just do what he wants to do, he just needs to think about moving forward and doesn't need to care about so many things.
I can always protect him and even sacrifice for him.
When he walked out of the ward, I didn't say a word to remind him or to keep him, nor did I give him any advice or expectations.
I hope he makes a decision on his own.
Even though I have already arranged a path for him.
I feel very sorry for my father because I have a strong character, or you could say it's a childish stubbornness. Sometimes I also think that things should be done according to my will, because this is the most efficient way.
From the perspective of results.
Also from the perspective of teleology.
Plus, the intelligence and information I have is superior to theirs.
It’s better to follow my ideas and operations.
But I also don't want to reveal my own cards. More often than not, I would choose to impress people with emotion and reason. After all, this approach would be gentle.
When my father walked out, he gave me a deep hug and told me that he would leave the household affairs to me.
I also received a call from the police shortly after he left. The police received my father's surrender, but he still didn't say a single word. Therefore, the police also wanted to investigate and collect evidence from me.
However, they also consulted the hospital for advice and informed me that I had to cooperate with the police within two weeks, and I agreed.
When I was leaving the hospital, I thought about my schedule and remembered that my electricity and water bills were due in two days. In addition, we have to find a way to cook meals at home.
Anyway, my dad is away for the time being, so there is still a lot to do.
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When I got home, I saw Ms. Zheng's shoes at the door.
It was morning at this time, but she showed no signs of activity at home. If I think about it carefully, from childhood to adulthood, the image of my mother at home is always sleeping, either sleeping in, or being too sleepy to get up, or staying up late to make up for sleep. She is the type who would rather sleep a little longer than eat.
Of course, she is in a very good mental state at work and is a very reliable cadre.
Naturally, my dad and I do all the housework at home.
I didn't put my clothes away yet, so I went to knock on my mother's room first.
The curtains in the room were letting in an orange light, and there was a foul smell in the room because the air had not been circulated for a long time. I don't know how long she slept, I just looked at her several times and then called out, "Mom..."
The person in the bed moved because of the noise, and I turned on the light again.
My mother finally woke up. She turned over in the bed, half-raised her body to look at me at the door, then looked at the alarm clock on her bedside table, "..."
"Would you like to eat?" I asked.
My mother murmured a few words in a daze, and finally the voice came out of her throat, "Eat." The voice was very clear, obviously coming from a dream.
"Then you wash up first." I was suddenly lifted from a relatively calm state of mind, and I immediately became very energetic, "I will make you a bowl of noodles, or wontons?"
"Wontons, I remember I bought the brand you loved when you were a kid..." She said these words in a very casual way, as if she was discussing the standard measurement units in the application of the threshold TTC method. There was no special warmth in her words.
Our Ms. Zheng is not a gentle person.
"OK."
After I dropped my luggage in the room, I went to the kitchen to boil some water.
The wontons were small shrimp wontons, about the size of a coin. I remember that the skin was thin and the filling was thick. Now the ratio of skin to meat reminds me of Japanese Yatsuhashi pancakes. The filling was so thin that it seemed like the merchant was worried that customers would find the meat filling too strong, so they used a thicker skin to neutralize the taste.
“…”
It doesn't look very delicious.
But luckily there was a seasoning packet inside!
I seldom cook, and I really don’t know how to make tasty soup. Although my common sense tells me that adding salt will make it taste good, but will a soup that is completely transparent and clean like mineral water really taste good? Or are you drinking homemade 0.9% sodium chloride solution?
However, having the seasoning packet solved my problem.
Thanks for the seasoning packet!
Although the instructions on the back of the package said that this simple frozen food can be prepared in less than ten minutes, it took me more than 20 minutes from preparation to completion. Ms. Zheng and I, who had just finished washing up, asked each other in the first ten minutes - "What does it mean to be cooked?"
Based on my hearsay, I know that the wontons are ready to eat as long as they are boiled in boiling water.
But my mother defeated me again with her empiricism, saying that she used to eat dumplings while watching them boil in the water, but they were not cooked.
So we are back to the question of "how to know if it is cooked?"
We had a discussion without the help of any smart devices and finally concluded that if we just cook it for twice as long, it should be successful.
Anyway, we have a big pot of water, and after ten minutes, the amount of water evaporated due to boiling will not exceed 350 grams. Using the power of our own induction cooker, the evaporation amount is easy to calculate.
About 25 minutes later, we finally had the wonton soup that was cooked in a big pot and tasted so light that it tasted like boiled water.
The skin was rotten too.
When the meat filling is turned out, I even feel sorry for the wontons.
"Your dad is not here, so we two have to make do with this." My mom said, "I can't go back to work recently, and there is no canteen food. If necessary, we can order more takeout or something like that."
Because my father was under investigation, my mother's job was suspended by her employer. The official statement was that she had received annual leave. My job was suspended because my "internship period was over".
I said, “That’s what I thought.”
I feel that just by cooking a few wontons, we can see the strength of the two useless people in our family. It would be more appropriate to let outsiders raise us, mother and son.
The two of us ate like this.
She didn't ask about my injuries and had never come to see me for my condition before. This is obviously due to her personality. Ms. Zheng's way of expressing her concern sometimes causes many people to misunderstand her and think that she is heartless, but in fact she is just judging logically whether this thing is worth doing.
She has her own energy-saving mode.
My dad once told me the love story between him and my mom.
When the two of them met, my dad felt that the other person was difficult to get along with, but they happened to be classmates working in the same group. My dad was really tormented. At first, he even secretly asked his university tutor if he could do it alone or if anyone wanted to switch team members.
Later, nothing worked, so my dad had no choice but to accept his fate.
It's just an assignment anyway. Just be patient and it will be finished soon.
Then after finishing the homework, my father had a fever and was sick, so he took a leave and slept in the dormitory. As a result, my mother went to visit him and brought medicine and porridge she made herself.
Don’t ask here how the porridge is cooked by itself? How did you do it in the dormitory?
Because my father's mood did not allow this touching story to be suddenly interrupted.
At that time, my father was very touched. He didn't expect that my mother was such a cold-outside-but-warm-hearted person. She could even make porridge by herself. It seemed that she was a very thoughtful and considerate person at heart. Even if you think about it, sending porridge to someone when they are sick seems too intimate.
However, my father's idea was that this person must have heard that he was sick, so he carefully searched the website for ways to take care of people.
My dad was taken advantage of by my mom and then he boldly began to pursue my mom.
It was not until he married my mother that my father realized that my mother could not cook at all. The porridge at that time was not made by her, but bought from outside. It was at that time that my mother also told the truth.
"Because she fell in love with me at that time."
That’s what my dad said.
Because of my desire to protect my father's dignity and my own poor language skills, I couldn't describe my father's shy yet happy expression in public. In short, even though it was a lie that would cause him pain in the future - because my mother was really not good at housework, my father still accepted it with pain and happiness.
I personally am still very sure that he is really quite happy.
Even if he knew that my mother was a clone, he didn't care.
…
Anyway, besides my mother's personality being like that, I personally don't like to show such pretentious concern. Occasionally, it does come once or twice and makes me feel the warmth, and I feel very emotional, happy and warm. But if there are too many of them, the social phobia mode will just make me feel embarrassed.
"Don't you have anything to do?"
Sorry, that's the only thing I think about.
I thought the meal would end quietly, but my mother asked, "Have you heard when your dad is coming back? When should we go pick him up?"
"The evidence is incomplete now. The police have to follow procedures, and they can't keep him for too long." I paused and said, "I've talked to Dad. If he doesn't want to talk, he doesn't have to. Even if he surrenders himself and goes to court, he will be acquitted because of incomplete evidence. And there is a provision in the law that 'no double jeopardy'. As long as he has been acquitted once, he will never be held accountable for this matter again in the future. ”
In addition, my father worked in the Forensic Identification Center and was a well-known good person. He was put in jail because of this incident, but no one would question him or have any unnecessary thoughts about him.
In fact, this matter is easy to settle.
As long as my dad doesn't do anything else bad.
Of course, I didn’t ask about this part, and I won’t ask it proactively. Because I don't believe he hasn't done anything for the organization. But so much time has passed, it should have been done very cleanly.
I thought about it, "Dad said that if I have any questions about Vita, I can ask you directly."
My mother didn't expect me to be so direct, nor did she expect my father to tell me so much.
I was thinking that my mother would directly tell me about the entire Vita organizational structure and purpose or some superficial activities, but my mother suddenly told me a story.
Just like when he told my dad “my mom is a clone”, he also suddenly told me their love story in college.
I thought maybe this is why they were able to get married.
This is the version my mom told.
My mother was in a period of memory confusion for a long time. She often had strange dreams and dreams within dreams. She was trapped by nightmares for a long time during that period. One time, she couldn't wake up no matter what she did. She repeatedly got up from the bed in her dream, but when she got up, she found herself in bed again, and her body became weaker and weaker. Just when she was falling into fatigue and despair, my dad, a classmate in the same homework group, suddenly helped her turn on the light, asked her why she fell asleep sitting on the chair, and asked if she wanted to go back and rest.
When the lights came on, all her strength returned to her.
At that time, she thought my dad was very special.
…
My mother said solemnly: "So, I don't plan to abandon him and go back to the organization by myself."
This is the smell of dog food!
I don’t want to eat anymore!
I nodded and helped Cue the process, "I understand your love story, otherwise you wouldn't have a child like me. Now let's get back to the organization."
But as soon as I finished speaking, my mother suddenly looked at me in shock, "..."
These two seconds of eye contact made me feel very uneasy and even ominous.
"Am I not your child?"
ah? ? ?
Why are you suddenly silent?
"Yes." My mother replied.
I breathed a sigh of relief subconsciously, "Then why do you look like that?"
My mother's expression was still a little confused. "Because your father didn't say it, I feel like I can't say it. But I thought you knew everything just now. Now I shouldn't be able to say it, right?"
“…”
Your words are worth thousands of words, mother.
I suddenly have a headache.
I want to touch my own head...
Actually, I can understand that. My mother's clone has a very weak constitution. Moreover, as mentioned earlier in the comics, the physical condition of clones is generally not very good, which should be due to genetic defects or technical problems.
Anyway, this matter will not affect any results.
I quickly digested this new information and said, "So what does Vita do?"
My dad said he was an outsider and actually didn't know what he was doing, but because he wanted to treat my mom's physical condition, he still joined Vita and worked for them. So, what about my mom?
As soon as I finished speaking, the doorbell rang again, interrupting our conversation.
I was about to get angry when my mother said, "I don't know either."
"Ah?" I was stunned.
My mother said: "I was born in Vita, and I was only asked to do one thing - to cooperate with everyone's common choice on certain things in the future."
"What is it?"
My mother said, "It is said that there will be a vote. At that time, all our choices must comply with the organization's arrangements."
"???"
The doorbell rang again, short and firm, interrupting our conversation.
I had to stop talking, walk quickly to the door, and look through the peephole.
Under the light of the corridor, Shang Hexing stood in front of the door with his head lowered, motionless.
His hair fell slightly, covering half of his face.
What is he here for?
I:"……"
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