I hope that readers will love themselves and reject married relationships. The posture of roses, the splendor of Weiwei, the smell of roses, the fragrance strikes people, is often picked and placed in the hall, giving people the joy of a day, and then abandoning it like a shoe, so it is also known as “buying laughing flowers”. This is the “Rose Punishment”.
Although I don’t know how many times I sat in the old man’s car, there was still a natural feeling of being at a loss.
The co-driver belonged to his wife, I couldn’t sit in, there was his daughter’s seat and toys in the back, and I didn’t know where to pack, so I could only curl up in a small corner forever.
When we first met, the old man said that he would treat me like his own daughter, and I forced myself to believe that it was true.
After arriving at the B&B, there are very good-smelling roses in the entrance, inserted in a transparent vase, the window is ajar, and the fragrance is fragrant.
But the old man went over, took out the rose, threw it on the ground, and said to me, “Kneel down on this and wait for me, and I will go and prepare something.” (play props)”
“Why? These flowers are so pretty. ”
“Not why, because it makes me happy, and I know you like it too.”
Seeing that I was still hesitating, the old man simply grabbed me directly and pressed my shoulder hard.
There were thorns on the rhizome of the rose, and I could feel it, and at once it pierced the skin of the knee and burrowed into my flesh like a silver needle.
It was a strange moment, the flow of time seemed to slow down, and the fine, sharp pain did not make me scream, but reminded me of my mother.
A thrill like revenge rose in me, and every cell in my body seemed to start laughing wildly: “Hahaha, Mom! You see! Look how cheap your daughter is! If you don’t care and don’t care about your daughter, she’ll be bullied outside, like this! I just want you to regret it! Mom! ”
Roses, the moon is a show, the cold and heat do not change, and it seems to be fixed.
My dad left early, and he died when I was in my second year of junior high school.
My mom felt pressured to raise me alone, so she found me a stepfather.
My stepdad wasn’t nice to me, but not bad. He would give my mom money on time and give me pocket money alone, but that’s it.
Frankly, I don’t have anything to do with him, I know he doesn’t love me, he knows I don’t love him, we just live under the same roof.
It’s just that every moment of wordless getting along, seeing him sitting in a familiar position at home, makes me really miss my dad.
wanted my dad to take me to the ditch to catch fish during the summer vacation, although I only caught snails and lobsters every time; I want him to teach me how to ride a motorcycle; I want to cut meat with him and go to the barbecue, and I want him to do magic tricks for me.
I don’t want pocket money at all, I want true fatherly love.
I can’t ask for it at home, so I can only look for all kinds of “daddy” on the Internet, in reality, and look for a little shadow of fatherly love in the rhetoric and mirage of old men.
The rose began to open, and if it was smiling, it was often used as a thing for the emperor to buy laughter.
I thought that the small tear in my knee would heal soon, but I didn’t expect that two or three days later, it seemed to be a little infected.
The weather in July was extremely hot, and it was only a little swollen at first, but after a good night’s sleep, it began to suppurate. Because of the bent knees, I had to walk with a limp.
I messaged the old man, “Are you free in the afternoon?” Can you accompany me to the hospital? ”
He replied, “What’s wrong?” ”
I took a picture of my knee and sent it to him, “You’ve done a great job.” ”
He replied, “Huh? Why are you so weak in resistance, how did such a small bite become like this? ”
I gritted my teeth, suppressed my anger, and replied to him word by word, “So can you come and pick me up?” I’m a little inconvenient to walk now, and I seem to have a bit of a fever. ”
He sent a voice, “Not today, not today.” Today, what a coincidence…… I took my wife and children to go out on an outing together, you can wait for me to go back and talk about it, let’s talk about it when I go back, Mr. Zhang. ”
Oh, as soon as I heard it, I knew that he was with his wife and children, and it was inconvenient to send messages to me, just the old routine.
Walking out of the room, my stepfather was wearing a tie and was in a hurry to get ready to go out, and I asked him, “Can you take me to the hospital?” ”
He knows that I won’t go to him unless I have to.
He came over, looked at my knee and asked me how I got it.
I said, falling.
He looked at his watch, then at me, and was in a dilemma.
I saw his reluctance, so I simply stopped embarrassing him, “Forget it, I’ll find my mother, don’t trouble you.” ”
When he heard this, he was relieved, quickly took out 200 yuan from his wallet and stuffed it into my hand, and said as he walked out of the house, “Yes, let your mother take you there, I really have an appointment with someone urgent.” ”
When he walked outside the house, he turned back and took out an extra 100 yuan and stuffed it into my hand, grabbed my hand and said, “Take a taxi.” ”
I called my mom and told her to stop looking at the store and come back and take me to the hospital first.
She said that the business in the store was very busy, and it was unreasonable for me to let her close the store and go home instead of helping.
Then he turned the fire on my stepfather, “I don’t make money to support you, who do you rely on?” Rely on xxx (stepfather) that 5000 yuan a month? If you study a double degree, the tuition fee will cost 12,000 per semester, do you know? ”
Too lazy to listen to her complaints, I hung up the phone and took a taxi to the hospital myself.
Fortunately, I met a kind driver who sent me all the way to the door of the outpatient building, and met a kind volunteer who helped me to queue up, register, and see a doctor.
As soon as the doctor looked at my wound, he asked me why I came now, what about the parents?
I said I came alone, and my parents were busy.
The doctor put on his gloves, took out a large bottle of iodine, and gently wiped it around my wound while using tweezers to lift my scab.
A large amount of yellow pus with white pus flowed out.
The doctor taught me while dealing with it, “You parents are really irresponsible!” Look at this yellow pus, it’s full of Staphylococcus aureus, you know, you know at a glance, you just didn’t deal with it seriously when you were injured. Don’t think that if the wound is small, it will not be taken seriously, and if you don’t deal with it, you will get sepsis! It’s going to kill you! ”
My heart seemed to be numb, and the doctor’s words and treatment had no waves in my heart except for the physical pain.
After the doctor finished dealing with it, he prescribed me a hanging bottle for another two days.
Sitting in front of the nurse in charge of hanging water, I remembered the first time my dad took me to hang water when I was a child, and he told me not to see a doctor, but to watch him intently.
He took out a coin, as if by magic, and with a “bang”, the coin appeared on my head, and I tried to reach out and touch it, only to find that the back of my hand had been pierced with needles and tape.
Now, I’m just watching the needles go into my veins. Sure enough, without him distracting me, it hurts to stick the needle.
The nurse handed me the hanging water bottle and asked me to find an empty seat for myself. I sat alone in the corner of the hospital with a hanging water bottle, crying for no reason.
Actually, I know it all, and I know that the “father’s love” that those old men say is false.
They are simply enjoying the desire for conquest that “Daddy” brings to them.
But I couldn’t resist walking into that mirage, and I became humble, and began to beg, and began to beg—if only for a minute, or a second, or even a moment, to play my father.
Briar with serrated edges and finely stitched all over the body.
Very late, the old man sent me a message asking how I was doing, if I needed to go to the hospital tomorrow, if he could take me.
I said I had already been there myself.
He said, I’m sorry, I really can’t pull away today.
As usual, I should have understood, because we both knew that we were just a game of housekeeping, and his family was definitely more important than me.
But that day, I seemed to be tired of everything, maybe my dad possessed, and I suddenly had courage.
I asked him, you once said that when you see me, you naturally have a protective desire to treat me like a daughter, right?
And he said, yes, yes.
I asked him, what would you do if it were me and you outside today and your daughter called you to take her to the hospital?
It took him a long time to reply, “Don’t do this, it’s not interesting.”
I continued to message him and asked, “So you think it’s interesting only when I call you daddy, and it’s boring when you need to be in charge of daddy, right?” ”
It’s been a long time since he came back, is he brewing words? Or are you starting to get tired of me? I do not know.
Half an hour later, he sent another message, “I asked you to kneel on that flower, I think you might like it, haven’t you always liked to be like that?” But I didn’t expect it to be so serious, this time it’s not right for me, okay, next time I come out, before playing, I’ll invite you to eat Michelin and apologize to you, okay. ”
When I saw this reply, I suddenly felt a little nauseous when I saw the word “play”, and the rose thorns in my flesh seemed to start to drill into the bone and suck the marrow, and continue to grow barbs and pierce into my heart.
I remember No. 48 saying in an article, “Of course you can find a father, but he won’t be a father after all.” All the love from him needs you to pay the price. ”
And the price that belongs to me is obviously to “play” with him.
I continued to message him, “You didn’t answer my question head-on. Please answer me, if your own daughter, one day in the future, tells you that she is also in love, will you also make her kneel on the rose? ”
The old man doesn’t reply to my messages anymore, but we all know the answer.
After waiting for about half an hour, I knew I wouldn’t wait for the response I wanted, so I blocked him.
After being blocked, I didn’t feel sad, I didn’t get the joy of revenge, only endless emptiness – I was so useless that I couldn’t even find someone who looked like my father’s shadow.
The posture of roses, the splendor of Weiwei, the smell of roses, the fragrance strikes people, is often picked and placed in the hall, giving people the joy of a day, and then abandoning it like a shoe, so it is also known as “buying laughing flowers”. This is the “Rose Punishment”.
At night I had a dream, again about roses.
In a field of intoxicating pink roses, the summer warbler is full of spirits.
I was fascinated and walked in to reach out to pick it, but my dad suddenly called out to me behind me.
He said to be careful with the stabbing and not to prick the hand.
He said don’t move, I’ll pick it for you.
I said, “Either one.”
Then he suddenly reacted, punched him hard, and said, Dad, you still know to come back, it’s been so long, do you want me?
He nodded, put his arm around me, and picked the highest one for me, and I coquettishly said to him, saying that I wanted more and more, and he said yes, and at the same time, he pulled me and took me home to get the vase.
Along the way, he read me Gao Yu’s verses:
“The green trees are thick and the summer days are long, and the buildings are reflected in the pond.
The crystal curtain moves and the breeze rises, and the shelves are full of roses. ”