Life of Heartaches Chapter 9

With such a farce, the meal was even more tasteless, and no one spoke for the rest of the time.

It wasn't until after dinner that Tokikawa offered to play chess with You Fu, and the atmosphere relaxed a little.

Victor was going to help Aunt Tang wash the dishes, but the latter forced her down on the sofa. The sound of chess pieces colliding could be heard from time to time in the study room, which was separated from the living room by a wall. Victor didn't want to sit down in the living room anymore, so he simply opened the balcony door and looked across the fence.

Dusk dyed half of the wall yellow, the branches of the longan tree planted in the yard next door poked out, and the evening breeze brought the fragrance of green grass.

I don't know how long it took, but the glass door behind him was gently opened, and Aunt Tang cautiously walked to his side.

Victor turned his head, his eyebrows were slender and his brow bones were straight, and his thick eye tips were quenching the light in the setting sun.

"Why are you here? It's a bit cold here at night."

Aunt Tang looked at him and suddenly sighed. "I'm sorry, Xiaozhou, you are really wronged."

"It doesn't matter to me," Victor smiled at her, "I've gotten used to it after so many years."

She didn't know what to say, so she could only sigh again, "It's all my fault. I was thinking that you and Xiaochuan hadn't been here for a long time, and wanted to invite you two over for a meal. Who knows... .Oh, no more. "

The expression on Victor's face was as calm as ever, "It's okay. By the way, is Xiaoyun's birthday coming soon? Will he go home then? I can drive to pick him up."

Xiaoyun is the son brought here by Aunt Tang. He takes his mother's surname Tang and is currently attending university in another province.

When talking about her son, Aunt Tang's eyes were a little brighter than before, "When I called him last time, he said he was a little busy recently and would not be able to go back home until next month."

Victor nodded, "Okay, I'll make arrangements then."

After saying a few words, Aunt Tang was still standing there. She sniffed, and when she raised her head again, her face was much better than before. She first glanced at Victor's face tentatively, and then asked hesitantly: "Xiaozhou?" , but I think Xiaochuan is pretty good to you now..."

Victor was amused and said, "Just say whatever you want to ask."

Aunt Tang also smiled sheepishly, "Look at me, the more I live, the more I go back. Auntie wants to ask you, Xiaochuan is not making trouble to divorce you now, is he?"

Victor was startled for a moment, then smiled slightly when he reacted.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw a familiar figure standing behind the transparent glass.

Victor deliberately slowed down his tone, but glanced in Tokawa's direction, "I really don't know this. I'm afraid I have to ask Ogawa himself."

Tokikawa: "......"

He took one step and opened the glass door, and in the next second his entire upper body was stretched straight in front of Aunt Tang. His handsome face was full of sincerity, "Aunt Tang, don't worry, I was ignorant before, and I will definitely not be sensible in the future." "

Aunt Tang was almost frightened by him and had a heart attack. After she recovered, she looked at Victor angrily, complaining that he didn't even tell her. Victor lowered his eyelashes to hide the smile in his eyes, and then looked at Adrian, "Why are you here? Have you finished playing chess?"

"Well," Shikawa nodded, but showed an apologetic expression to Aunt Tang: "Something happened in the company suddenly, so I can only come to visit you another day."

Aunt Tang nodded hurriedly, "Then go back quickly, don't delay your work."

I don’t know what Adrian said when they were playing chess just now. Youfu didn’t show up again until the two of them left, and the others tacitly agreed not to ask any more questions.

Aunt Tang was carrying several jars of pickles she had made herself, preparing to put them in the trunk of the car. Victor remembered that Adrian hated the taste, whether it was salty or sour, and looked at Adrian subconsciously, with a hesitant expression on his face.

Unexpectedly, the next second, Adrian took the jar from Aunt Tang's hand and said with a smile: "Great, I will have this for breakfast next week, thank you."

Aunt Tang, who was afraid of being rejected, breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay, as long as you like it. I'll make some more in the next two days and bring them to you next time I come over."

When you heard the words "come here next time", Victor's lips moved, but he didn't say anything. Adrian immediately spoke before him: "He is busy with work, I will come and pick it up then."

Aunt Tang's eyes widened for a moment, and then she nodded vigorously.

After a brief farewell, the two sat down in the car. Just as Victor was fastening his seat belt and getting ready to set off, two sounds of "click" and "click" suddenly came from the window next to him. He rolled down the window with some confusion, and then saw Aunt Tang's smiling face.

"By the way, I just remembered," Aunt Tang put in a rough and cracked hand, carefully touched Victor's head, and then whispered: "Don't listen to your dad's nonsense. I bought groceries two days ago. I once told people that Tang Yun's brother is a university teacher, and they are extremely envious of him. "

"Really, that's what you are in my heart," Aunt Tang quietly gave him a thumbs up: "You make me much prouder than Tang Yun."

His eyes felt sour and hot for no reason, Victor blinked hard, "Well, I understand, thank you."

The wheel spun and kicked up a cloud of dust. The figure waving vigorously behind him became smaller and smaller, and finally completely disappeared from the sight of the two of them.

Although Adrian was driving, his eyes were always focused on the direction of Victor. He knew that the other party must not be in a good mood, so he thought about it and decided to bring up a topic, "I just found out... we were on the bus. It's the same high school, what a coincidence."

The person next to him didn't say anything. Shikawa glanced at Victor distractedly, but he didn't expect him to smile.

"Well," Victor noticed Adrian's gaze, and the smile on his face widened a little: "You think it's a coincidence, don't you?"

Adrian couldn't figure out what he was thinking, so he nodded confusedly along with Victor's words.

With a chuckle, Victor turned his face and said no more.

No matter what, the atmosphere in the car was much more relaxed than before, so Tokikawa finally couldn't help but ask, "Has your father always treated you like this?"

After saying this, Adrian held his breath and quietly raised his eyes to look at him.

Victor's side face looked thoughtful, as if he was really thinking about this issue seriously.

He has good features, and it is precisely because of this that when he is silent, his expression is often cold and intimidating.

After thinking for a long time, Victor took a deep breath and slowly exhaled, "Actually...it doesn't count. After all, he was pretty good to me before I went to high school."

Shikawa's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly understood.

No one spoke for ten minutes, and then Victor suddenly spoke, his voice echoing in the car.

"There are several classrooms in our high school that don't have watches on the walls, do you remember?"

Victor suddenly took the initiative to talk about high school. Shikawa suddenly felt flattered. He held his breath and nodded quickly, "Remember, everyone didn't want to be assigned to take the exam here at that time because there was no way to check the time."

"Well, I wasn't very lucky when I was in high school. I was always assigned to take exams here." A smile flashed across Victor's face, and then he continued: "My biggest wish at that time was to have a piece of my own." However, there was something wrong with my dad's business at that time and he was not in a good mood all day long. Although I mentioned it to him several times, he always waved me to ask my mother for it. "

Victor's tone was calm, but Adrian gradually had a bad feeling.

"My mother didn't take it to heart either, but the day before my eighteenth birthday I found a brand new men's watch at home."

"I still remember the look of that watch, with a black leather strap and an astronomical chart painted on the dial. My father was out of town at the time, so I took it for granted that it was a birthday gift my mother bought me, and I looked forward to her the next day. Give me a surprise."

"Then," Victor showed a sarcastic smile: "She did give me a surprise on my birthday. The next day, I found an identical watch on my English teacher's wrist."

"I stayed in school all day in a daze. At night, with the last chance, I opened the door of my house, and there was no one inside. Not only that, she didn't come home all night."

"Absurd, isn't it?"

The voices became quieter and quieter, and when Victor spoke again, his voice almost merged with the silence around him.

"What's even more ridiculous is that it happened just a few days later."

Victor didn't explain, but he acquiesced that the two people in the car knew "that thing" well.

"Actually, a month before this incident happened, I always had a bad premonition in my heart, but I kept avoiding the idea. I sometimes wonder now, if I had talked to her at that time, would it have been better? None of this will happen."

Tokikawa said solemnly: "This matter is not your fault at all."

"Maybe," Victor looked forward blankly. A dim light on the roof of the garage made his face look particularly lonely, and the corners of his eyes on both sides of the bridge of his nose were shrouded in a layer of shadow: "But I still can't help but doubt. Did you really do something wrong?"

Adrian looked at Victor's half face hidden in the darkness, and his heart hurt like a knife.

There is nothing more painful than seeing a highly rational person suffer because of someone else's fault.

Victor is not a self-pitying character. The fact that this incident has been lingering in his mind for so long shows that someone has been instilling an idea in him over the years - all the pain is caused by you.

Tokikawa couldn't help but imagine the scene back then.

For those who were familiar with the matter at the time, this was just a farce that was played in a lively atmosphere after dinner, but only You Jia knew that this was a complete tragedy.

Both Youfu and Victor are at the center of this tragedy, but the difference is that Youfu, as a poor husband who was betrayed by his wife, has become a hot topic of public opinion in a short period of time, but this trend will soon Fading away, eventually those pointing eyes that fell on him will gradually fade away, and as time goes by, they will be replaced by the sympathy and compassion of others.

As for Victor.

At first it was the male teacher's wife who took the lead, and then the teenagers around them realized that there was such a word in the world that could describe Victor's mother.

"Sl*t." "B!tch."

The speed at which rumors grow is directly proportional to the ability to associate. As the son of such a woman, Victor was easily labeled with labels, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not take them off. At the same time, the gossip around him kept dragging him into the whirlpool - "Look at her son, does his nose and eyes look a bit like that English teacher?"

"Huh? It seems that you really mean that. You're not really a B@st@ard, are you?"

"Who knows, but looking at her like that, she probably doesn't know how many people she has had S3x with. Maybe she doesn't even know whose father she is."

........

And in the end, during countless desperate nights, the drunk Youfu almost went crazy and grabbed his son's collar and asked him - "You son of a B!tch, did you know she was having S3x with someone else?" Come together? Tell me, right?"

Occasionally, a neighbor who can't stand it will come over and offer some advice, "Xiaoyou, it's not easy for your dad. As a son, you should be more patient. Otherwise, what else can you do?"

Yes, what can he do?

The sympathy of others cannot fall on him. Victor's pain can only be like the ashes accumulated in his heart, forever sealed and silent in his body. Over the years, it finally turns into a shackles that can never be broken away.

The new green leaves on the sycamore tree were rustled by the night wind. Tokikawa spoke softly in the gap between the sounds: "I just know, have you ever picked up a stray dog   before? I didn't seem to see it when you went back just now."

It was quiet all around, the cicadas had stopped chirping in the distance, and only the intermittent rustling of moths fluttering into the lamps was heard.

"This dog was actually picked up by my mother and I before," Victor's voice was hoarse: "After the accident, my father threw it away."

"The night it was thrown away, I searched for it five times along this street." Victor raised his head and looked at Adrian, with a dull and sad look in his eyes. He repeated again: "I searched again and again. I looked for it five times."

"But I can't find it no matter how hard I look."

After a while, he lowered his head and stared blankly at his empty palms, with an expression like a lost child, "I don't seem to have kept anything important."

There was silence.

"I'm sorry," Victor sighed and said again, "I made you laugh today."

The next second, he was hugged tightly by a generous embrace.

"How could that happen?" Adrian K!ssed Victor on the temples, his eyes filled with mist: "I can't possibly treat you as a joke."

Tokikawa was invincible in Vanity Fair, but now he is defeated in front of his lover. At this moment, he is the stupidest businessman in the world, holding Victor's hand and insisting on completing a loss-making business.

"Victor, look at me," Adrian gently stroked his cheek: "I will help you find all your things, whether they are lost or stolen."

"You're missing one, we'll get ten back."

"If you can't find it back, I will make it up for you myself."

"Really?" Victor raised his head and looked at Adrian, and then spoke in a low voice: "Then I will definitely guard it this time."