C3 Clear Sky Thunderbolt

Mom and Dad didn't come to see me as they promised, but they had a phone call every week.

At first, I was very homesick. Once, when I walked out of school, I saw a familiar car parked on the opposite side of the road.

That's my dad's car.

"Dad!"

I ran across the street, but my father drove away at once.

I walked home for two hours, crying and chasing, with no money on me.

But there was no one home.

I sat in front of the door until Shuyue came to pick me up and left while crying.

It was a long time before I realized that my mother was home, that she had turned out the lights and was crying, but I had to make up my mind not to go in.

Seven years after I left home, my father was waiting for me at the entrance to the elementary school to catch a glimpse of me from afar.

I slowly got used to being with Shuyue. In the beginning, whenever I returned home, Shuyue would definitely follow me. No matter how busy my parents were, they would always be waiting for me at home to come back and have a meal with me.

After attending junior high school, the number of times I returned home gradually increased, and Shuyue didn't follow me every single time.

This feeling was as if something had finally come to an end. Their worries were unnecessary. I also seemed to see my parents unfurl their ancient frown.

One day, my mother said to me: "Wangwang, you have troubled Shuyue for so many years, now mother is not busy, you can move back."

It was a joyous occasion! His wife of many years had finally become a wife!

Just when I thought it was a good day, there was a thunderbolt waiting for me.

I was still in school that day, halfway through, when the head teacher opened the door.

"Wang Wangwang, come out for a while."

I followed the head teacher out of the classroom. I didn't know why, but I felt like she was looking at me strangely, actually feeling a bit sympathetic.

"Calm down, child. The people from your father's office are waiting for you downstairs. Your father is in trouble. "

With a buzz in my head, I reflexively walked down the stairs. The person who walked up to me was an uncle that I had never seen before. He was wearing a polo shirt with a horizontal stripe on it. It was a hot summer in the south, and he kept wiping the sweat from his forehead with a paper towel.

"I'm a colleague of your father's. Let's hurry," his uncle said. "Your father is dying in the hospital. Let's go see him one last time."

In fact, the memory of that day was very vague. He only remembered that the car had been driving along the road, surrounded by the white shadows of the trees and the crowds of pedestrians as usual.

My mind was blank all the way.

The car stopped in front of the traffic lights. The lights turned green, but the traffic lights were always gone. Uncle Polo pressed his horn, and the pedestrians still crossed the road, laughing in an inaudible manner.

Just like I usually did when I crossed the street after school, I didn't care what it felt like to be in a car.

"Step on the accelerator!" In that instant I exploded.

"Step on the accelerator!" My father is still waiting for me! " My tears fell.

As the car buzzed its way through the zebra crossing, there was a series of disgruntled shouts and curses outside the window.

"Why are they in such a hurry to be reincarnated!"

When he arrived at the hospital, the outside of the ward was full of people. They were all soldiers, wearing military uniforms.

A man who looked like a cadre greeted me, and I don't know if I was dragged or pushed into the ward.

The doctor in the ward was already removing the ventilator, and the nurse was pushing the emergency equipment out of the room, filling it up with me. I saw my father lying in bed, and my mother crying out.

"You are not allowed to leave! You're not allowed to leave! Why aren't you saving them! My dad is still not awake! " I grabbed the doctor:

"My dad can still be saved!"

The doctor shook his head.

When I touched my father's foot, it was stiff.

It didn't feel like human skin, like marble. There was a big hole in my dad's chest, but no blood came out. I don't know if it was frozen or already drained.

His hand was strangely bent, and the side of his face beyond his temple was bluish-purple. I didn't dare look at it again.

I remember when I was a kid, my dad took my hand to see a movie, I was tired in the cinema snoring.

I remembered when I first went to Shuyue's house, I met him outside the elementary school, sitting in her car. Tears were in his eyes, but she quickly drove away.

I remembered that every time my father wanted to give me pocket money and was afraid that my mother would say something about it, I would be secretly tucked away in a book on the shelf. We had agreed on the first few pages, and every time we went home we would get a hundred dollars. The book was Wesley's Blue-Blood.

I thought about how he took me to a restaurant and watched my mom and I eat huge fish and meat while he grilled his own food …

"… …"

How about I die too, I'll be able to see my father once I die.

At that moment, I smelled a familiar scent.

Shuyue came.

There were two lines of dry tears on her face, and I had never seen her cry in my life, not even when she'd fallen off the bike and sewed a dozen stitches or so, as if none of it had happened.

As if she hadn't seen me, she walked step by step to the bed.

Looking at my father, his eyes were filled with heartbreak, loneliness, and anger.

Shuyue covered my father with a blanket. Her hands were trembling and her long hair was hanging down. I couldn't see her expression.

"You've suffered." She whispered into my father's ear, then looked at me.

"Wangwang, go home and help your father get a clean set of clothes and socks."

I stumbled down the stairs. The polo shirt uncle was still in the car.

"Take me home."

When the car arrived at the gate of the neighborhood, I told my uncle to wait for me downstairs.

This apartment building, from what I can remember, is here. A dozen years ago, it was the tallest building in this area, and it was once outstanding in a bungalow. Now, surrounded by a bunch of tall buildings, it looks extremely shabby.

My mother said that our family lives in the downtown area, and if we move to the city, we can buy a large villa in the suburbs with the money from the state subsidy.

For more than a decade, there had been little change in the six buildings in the entire unit, except that the open space in the middle had turned from sand to cement and green belts had been planted. When the national fitness sports are hot, there is also a single bar and a fitness bike.

A father and son walked towards me through the green belt. It was the Uncle Wang and Big Treasure on the eighth floor. His wife and mother were best friends, and I had known him since she was young.

Big Treasure was seven or eight years old. He wasn't familiar with me, but he still called me Big Sister. He had a face of ice cream, and his uncle was wiping it for him.

"Yo, you're home from school? Is Mom and Dad okay? "

"My dad is dead. I came back to get something." Tears came again.

"Ah, that can't be, why is it so sudden? Seeing him two days ago was still fine! " Uncle Wang frowned and said.

"My child, I'm sorry."

The Uncle Wang sighed as she opened the iron gate, and we walked into the elevator.

"What floor is elder sister on?"

"Third floor."

Big Treasure sensibly pressed the elevator for me.

"Go get your clothes." Before we walked out of the elevator, the Uncle Wang patted my shoulder.

I walked home dejectedly. The corridor was no hotter than it was outside. A gust of cold wind made me shiver. Suddenly, I felt that something wasn't right.

Dabao's mother always asked my mother to help her buy things in Hong Kong. She would come to my house with her son every few days, so Dabao knew which floor I lived on.

A few times when I came home and met him, he took the initiative to help me press the button for the third floor. But he just asked me, "What floor is sister on?"

Did I encounter a fake treasure?

I suddenly remembered that when I walked out of the elevator, the Uncle Wang patted me.

"Go get your clothes."

How did Uncle Wang know that I was going to go home to get my father's clothes?

Did I say that? How do I remember that I didn't say.

Looking back, he saw that the elevator doors were closed.

When I got on the elevator, Big Treasure pressed the button for me on the third floor.

Then he didn't seem to be on any of the other floors.

Uncle Wang lived on the eighth floor. If Da Bao and Uncle Wang went home at this time, the elevator would stop at the eighth floor.

I turned around and tiptoed to the elevator.

In the past few years, I have hardly met the Uncle Wang. Every time I return home, he would be surprised to see me and would say, Oh, it's been a year or so or something like that.

But when he saw me he said, as if he were used to it, 'Home from school?

It's like I come home from school every day.

Moreover, it was 2 in the afternoon and the school had already started lessons. There were no children who would leave school at this time of day.

I walked very quietly, and the light in the corridor was not on.

Step by step I approached the elevator until I saw the red fluorescent number.

3.

The elevator was still on the third floor.

I took a deep breath. Uncle Wang and Big Treasure were inside.

They were separated from me by the elevator door.

Who are they? What was he going to do? Should I press the elevator and ask, or run home quickly?

A jolt in my trouser pocket startled me.

It turned out to be the BP machine.

Just after the millennium, cell phones are still very high-end things, not everyone has them, especially children.

However, many students in their teens started to buy a BP machine. I also begged my parents to buy me a new one with Chinese subtitles so that I could display my messages in time. I didn't need to display only numbers like the old BP machine. In addition to leaving a message, you can also receive weather reports and a selection of daily jokes.

Every day, I put the BP machine on my waist and show it off wherever I go.

The purple BP machine emitted a white fluorescence:

"Don't go home! Don't trust anyone! Return! Shu

Even though I was only 15 years old, I could smell danger. He dared not press the elevator switch.

My intuition told me that the two people in there were not friendly.

Looking around, there were three families on the first floor of the building. Each family had their doors tightly closed.

There was also a fire escape at the rear corner of the elevator that led to the first floor. If he were to escape by the stairs now …

But suddenly I remembered my father's face. When he was alive, he always wore a clean checked shirt and kept his handkerchief in his breast pocket.

Such a clean father, and now he was naked, not even wearing a single set of clothes.

The air-conditioning in the hospital was so cold that Dad's feet were still outside the sheets. If he put his socks on to keep his father warm, would he come back to life?

No, I must get a suit of clothes for my father.

With that in mind, I turned and headed home.