PFC Chapter 1379 Father’s love is like a mountain
Chapter 1379 Father’s love is like a mountain
"I want to go to Kyoto. I want to see your little angel." Seventeen said softly.
Rong Zhen paused for a moment, then slowly raised his eyes and looked into her pure and flawless pupils.
"Would your family agree?" Rong Zhen asked jokingly, treating it as a child's joke. He actually hoped to have an older child to accompany his little angel, and being the child's mother would be even better, but...
"My dad? My brother doesn't want me anymore..." Seventeen said softly.
Rong Zhen smiled and said, "Your brother will come back. Believe me, angels have magic. As long as you keep thinking about him, he will come back."
Rong Zhen placed Seventeen's feet on his knees, gently blew the dirt off the soles of her feet, wiped them clean with a towel, and then applied medicine to the scratched instep and soles of her feet.
She began to sing, her toes curling slightly and her feet stiffening up, probably because they were in pain.
"A strong girl." Rong Zhen whispered.
Sing when it hurts, this is a very good method. If it hurts a lot, don’t cry, crying is useless, it is only a way for the weak to vent. Sing as if nothing happened, be strong.
"Can I tell you a story?" Rong Zhen said softly, not asking her, because he had already started, "The little angel's father and mother met when they were studying abroad. They had a happy time..."
Seventeen was fascinated by what he was saying. When he finished speaking, two lines of tears quietly flowed down his face.
Sometimes, it's not that we don't want to express our deepest pain and suffering, but that we can't find someone willing to tell it, can't find the time when we want to say it, and can't find the right time to talk about the past. Meeting someone willing to confide in us is becoming increasingly rare.
When you grow up, how many friends are still around you who can drink and chat with you like when you were young?
Therefore, people are becoming more and more indifferent, more and more materialistic, and have lost their emotions and warmth.
"Why did the little angel's mother die?" Seventeen asked with red eyes, "Little angel, you don't have a mother anymore?"
"The little angel's father was afraid that she would be sad, so he told her that her mother was having too much fun and would not come home. If she loved her father, she must stop playing around and must remember to come home..."
Seventeen burst into tears and suddenly lay down on the sofa crying very sadly.
Rong Zhen sighed, "Seeing you is like seeing my daughter. You are just as innocent and pitiful..."
He is a father, but he can't do more for his daughter. His daughter wants a mother, but he has never been able to give her a good mother.
"Qiqi..."
Zhuang Zhoucheng was knocking on the door outside and heard the sound in the house, but he couldn't bear to see his daughter crying, so he spoke out.
Rong Zhen immediately raised his head and looked towards the door. Seventeen also slowly got up, sniffing and looking at Rong Zhen in confusion.
"Qiqi, it's Dad." Zhuang Zhoucheng knocked on the door again and said softly.
Rong Zhen stood up and gently stroked Seventeen's hair. "I'll go open the door."
The door opened, and Rong Zhen looked at the person standing outside the door and was startled. He said, "Why does this voice sound so familiar?"
"President Zhuang..."
Zhuang Zhoucheng waved his hand, signaling him to relax, "I hope I won't disturb you."
"No, no, please come in, President Zhuang." Rong Zhen quickly wiped his face and cheered himself up to deal with it.
I really didn't expect to meet President Zhuang so late at night. I invited him into the house and my eyes went back and forth between President Zhuang and the girl.
"she……"
"My daughter, Zhuang Shiqi." Zhuang Zhoucheng explained simply.
"...So that's how it is." Rong Zhen suddenly understood, no wonder he lived here.
Zhuang Zhoucheng half-knelt in front of Seventeen, reached out and held his daughter's hand, and asked softly, "Qiqi, I'm your father, do you remember?"
Seventeen looked at Zhuang Zhoucheng. Zhuang Zhoucheng saw that Seventeen's gaze was gradually focused, and he was very happy in his heart and held her hand tightly.
"Qiqi, Qiqi, take a good look at daddy, okay?" Zhuang Zhoucheng said softly.
Seventeen's hand retracted, and Zhuang Zhoucheng squeezed it for a moment before finally letting go. "It's okay if you don't remember. Let's go home first, okay?"
"Go home..." Seventeen murmured.
It wasn't that she couldn't see the world, but that she didn't want to see it. When her father half-knelt in front of her, she withdrew her consciousness again, unwilling to see, unwilling to hear, and the hands and feet that had just been stretched out gradually withdrew back into her own world.
She was so disappointed and hopeless with her loved ones that she was unwilling to accept anything else.
Such a cowardly person, on the one hand, loves his parents and relatives, but on the other hand, he cruelly pushes everyone away, doesn't want anyone, and is unwilling to acknowledge anyone. He tortures himself with contradictions, and tortures himself.
Zhuang Zhoucheng smiled softly, his face full of tears. He approached Seventeen, tentatively used his hands to pick her up little by little.
"Let's go home, dear..."
Seventeen wrapped his arms around his father's neck, his eyes unfocused, and he hummed the nursery rhyme softly.
Rong Zhen watched President Zhuang walk out, his gaze darkening. The faint sound of singing echoed back, not as brisk as before, but rather ethereal and sad, a faint sadness brushing against the pain deep within his heart. Perhaps those who have been hurt are easily affected by it, and Rong Zhen clutched his aching chest.
How deep and heavy were the shackles she carried that made her so desperate as to lock herself away?
She doesn't want to see her family. Why?
Zhuang Zhoucheng carried Seventeen back to the quiet villa. She curled up and fell asleep with the quilt pulled up.
Zhuang Zhoucheng was sitting next to the sofa. At this moment, he realized that the person his daughter was running away from was him, her father!
He just wanted to protect her from the wind and rain, but ended up hurting her for the rest of her life. Zhuang Zhoucheng covered his eyes with his big hands, tears welling up in his eyes.
No one is wrong, it's him as the father who is wrong. His wife is right, it was his desire to control his daughter's life that led to the current situation. If he was willing to let go and let his daughter find her own happiness without interfering too much, his daughter would not be like this today.
At this moment, he finally understood that her repeated singing of the nursery rhyme was a subconscious wish. She didn't want to be bound, she wanted a free life, her own life, not a life that was set or arranged.
Zhuang Zhoucheng sat there until dawn and went to the club early in the morning, looking a little haggard.
There were quite a few people coming in and out of the Chamber of Commerce today, even more than yesterday. Zhuang Zhoucheng was exhausted from dealing with the situation, and his health was a cause for concern.
This legendary man, who had never yielded or begged for mercy in his life, was now worried sick about his children. He was willing to spend all his wealth just to help his children recover.
Perhaps he really did commit too many sins, so now he works tirelessly to help others, helping every young person he can, doing everything he can to make profits in business, and accumulating blessings for his children bit by bit.
Rong Zhen handed the document to Zhuang Zhoucheng, "President Zhuang, please review it."
Zhuang Zhoucheng glanced at the profit sharing ratio, said nothing, signed directly, and then returned the document to Rong Zhen.