What is the theme of the radio drama "Lovers"?

The first time we met, I was 27 and she was 19. We are 8 years apart.

She said, you are old enough to be my dad. .

I smiled. The difference between 27 and 19 is 8 years old, unlike the 8 years difference between 37 and 29. They are people from two different worlds.

We are in love and she likes to call me daddy.

He often comes over and sits on my lap. Dad, do you think it would be better for me to go for an interview tomorrow, or go singing with my classmates?

I like this feeling, strangely enough, I actually like it.

When a girl calls you daddy, you feel that your love for her should definitely be unconditional. When she is in bed, sweating profusely and shouting, daddy, faster, faster. It's so exciting, it brings out the bestiality in you. When she is lying in your arms obediently and watching a video with you, you make chicken wings for her to eat, and she takes them and puts them in your mouth, and then she just licks them with her fingers. Serve the sauce, and then say coquettishly, am I filial? ——She was so well-behaved.

This is just a secret between us. When we went out to the street together, we looked so well matched. She held my arm and I walked quietly. In the crowd, she looked so Mature, so at ease, it was only when she returned home that her childish nature was exposed. She was only 19 years old, and in front of the person she loved, 9 years old was not an exaggeration.

Indeed, I gradually discovered this. The fresh excitement at the beginning turned into doubt. She is really just like my daughter, always asking, am I better like this or that? Always naughty, always sending me a message at school the next day after I scolded her, saying, Dad, I was wrong, I'm sorry. I can never find relief from her for the pressure I face at work and the setbacks I encounter in this interpersonal world. When I discuss some metaphysical issues with her, she always blinks. In the cash box, she only knows SHE. , I just kept pampering her, and gradually, this pampering became more than love. What is the difference between this and my daughter? What is the difference between her and a real daughter?

Shouldn’t your girlfriend be the one with whom you have spiritual communication?

Shouldn’t lovers support each other? I'm so tired.

I said we should separate, maybe you are really only suitable to be my daughter. She said, Dad, are you going to find me a stepmother? I looked at her, dumbfounded.

She said, will you still love me? Like a father who loves his daughter, I said yes, I will.

She left with tears in her eyes and asked me, Dad, can I still find a boyfriend?

I have a new girlfriend who is about the same age as me. There is no news about her, and we will have less contact. I gradually forgot about her. My girlfriend was very good. When we were together, I felt peaceful and not so tired. She was so considerate. I began to have confidence and my work improved. I only occasionally thought that I once had a girl. Call me daddy.

I once met her in a bar. When I was holding my girlfriend’s hand and walking out, she and a group of men and women crowded in. She didn’t see me, but I noticed her. The hair has grown.

One day a few months later, my girlfriend and I were getting ready to go to bed. She called and it was raining outside. She stood at the door of my house and said it was too late to go back to the dormitory. My girlfriend came over and asked. Who? I said it was a little sister I knew. She was a little stunned, but immediately called sweetly, "Hello, sister-in-law." I gave her another room and went to the bedroom to sleep.

I couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, so I went to the bathroom to use the toilet. When I entered the door, I almost lost my mind. She was sitting on the toilet wearing jeans and was in a daze. I asked her what she was doing, and she just looked at me and said, Dad.

We rushed into another room anxiously, where we took off each other's clothes and kissed each other like beasts. I suddenly thought that the condom was in the bedroom between me and my girlfriend. She said it doesn't matter, come in.

I hugged her in the dark and asked her if she was okay now, and she said yes.

Back in the bedroom, my girlfriend had already gotten up and was smoking on the bed. I asked her what she was smoking in the middle of the night. She looked at me lightly and said that I was counting time. One cigarette lasted five minutes. I wanted to watch it. How long have you been in the toilet? Then he told her to leave.

Early the next morning, she had disappeared and left a note saying, sister-in-law, I'm sorry, dad is a good man. The woman sneered and looked at me, what is this mess? I picked up my phone and went to work.

The next time I saw her was a few months later, also in a bar. I was also very surprised why I occasionally went to bars and met her every time. She was actually the DANCING QUEEN of this bar. , she is no longer the girl who smiled sweetly and asked me, Dad, can I be filial? I walked out of the bar, turned around and found her standing at the door, wearing a cute little dress, and drew a circle on her belly with her palm from a distance. .

This action puzzled me for a long time. When I got home, the moment I inserted the key into the lock and twisted it, a drop of cold sweat suddenly broke out from every pore in my body.

That night she said it doesn’t matter, just come in.

I called her cell phone, but no one answered. I dialed again and picked up. I shouted at the phone, don’t be so willful! Suddenly, my girlfriend asked inexplicably on the phone, what did you say?

I was thinking blankly, yes, this was all planned, she came to my house, had sex with me, and then I dialed her number. The first time she looked at the phone and didn’t answer, then When I dialed the second time, the number was quickly transferred to my girlfriend's phone.

She acts like this without even frowning, which makes my hair stand on end.

When we were together, she once said that she would have a child with me and call her mom so that he could fall in love with his mother. She called me dad. We are a ** family. I thought she was incredibly cute at the time.

Actually, I don’t know if that’s what she meant by drawing a circle on her belly. I’m not sure if she’s really pregnant, but I’m beginning to understand that she was never the child I thought she was. She knows me so well, she has known me from the beginning, she can blow my mind away with just one move, I always thought she was naive.

It turns out that I was wrong from the beginning

People sometimes like to solve problems in a self-righteous way, but in the end they are stretched thin. I think I should take the initiative Leniency to confession.

To my surprise, my girlfriend didn’t know what my “daughter” and I did that night, but now she knows.

I also know what dad means.

She looked at me with a sneer, and I tried to give myself the courage to face her.

Try to give yourself the courage to face the future of my girlfriend and me.

Unfortunately, there is no future.

My girlfriend left and I lived alone in an empty room for three days. Then I suddenly jumped up and ran to my daughter’s school.

I blocked her at the school gate.

What did you mean by that action that day?

What action? She blinked at me.

I closed my eyes and sighed.

She smiled brightly.

I am like falling into an icehouse.

I gave her a thumbs up in appreciation, speechless.

She smiled like a sweet little fox, and a boy ran over from a distance.

Sorry, get out of class is late.

Boyfriend? I squinted at her.

She stuck out her tongue at me, hugged the boy's hand and walked out of the school gate.

She turned back and waved goodbye to dad.

The boy asked suspiciously from a distance, Dad?

I admit it! She smiled, and the two of them slowly left like the sunshine in early spring.

In the evening, she and the boy came as guests.

I entertained them calmly and "kindly".

My "dad" is very kind to me. He likes my friends.

The boy looked at me timidly, and I nodded towards him.

Take out the CD you just bought! Dad, the sound here is good!

I bought the stereo when we were together. I was willing to spend money on a place like this. She was standing by and was terrified.

Gee, so expensive.

It’s so expensive!

How come there is such an expensive thing? Dad, why did you buy this?

You are so wordy...

Well... pouting.

I turned on all the speakers and put their CDs in. She sat on the sofa with the boy.

I...go to the kitchen and make food for them.

Looking at all the DVDs they bought, I really sneered and had no interest in watching them with them.

I put French fries, fruit, and chicken wings on the coffee table.

Eat, eat, I say, you will be exhausted.

Thank you, uncle. The boy said.

Uncle...

I really want to strangle him to death.

Looking at her in a blink of an eye, he was stunned by the chicken wings.

I’m afraid I’m thinking of the previous scene.

Take your time and watch.

Uncle, don’t you want to read it? The boy asked me

This kid is so cute and silly.

I went to my room to read. There is a generation gap between you and me.

The boy was really sensible and nodded towards me as if he was considerate.

When she heard the word generation gap, she gave me a wink.

Excellent.

I went back to the room and wrote a MAIL to my girlfriend.

I proposed to her and hoped she would marry me.

A scream came from the outer room.

I rushed out in panic. What's up?

Drank all the Coke.

She grabbed a Coke bottle and flaunted it at me.

I’ll buy it below! The boy stood up quickly

Sit down! She scolded, looking at me with a smile, "Dad, you love me, right?"

I smile and go buy it.

This boy loves her so much that he looks panicked when he looks at her.

She shouldn't have lied to him and used him like this.

It’s the weekend, don’t you have to go to work? I smiled at her and stared at her and asked.

She will be the DANCING QUEEN of a bar every weekend.

That boy wouldn’t know. Sure enough, he stared at her with wide eyes. At work?

She also looked at me with a smile

No, I have a father to support me, why should I go to work? She stared at me.

That’s right. I sigh.

I went downstairs to buy a Coke. Suddenly I felt like crying. I took the Coke upstairs and opened the door.

They are kissing.

Hearing the door open, the boy wanted to break away, but she held her tight.

It doesn’t matter, just treat it as your own home. I said kindly, putting the Coke on the table.

Not a single chicken wing was touched.

I went back to the room and vaguely heard it.

Who is he to you?

Dad.

Really?

If you don’t believe me, get out of here!

Actually, I didn’t remember very clearly what happened that night.

After one o'clock later, when I was tossing and turning in the bedroom, she opened the door and came in.

What do you want me to buy? daughter? I looked at her sarcastically.

She looked at me pleadingly without saying a word. I suddenly felt soft and hugged her, "What's wrong with you?"

Don’t drive me away.

I looked at her eyes and suddenly remembered many such nights in the past. Her naughty and mischievous appearance appeared in front of me. She was so familiar with this place. This used to be her home.

What if my girlfriend comes back? I asked myself?

My girlfriend and I have no chance.

But she, I said, I will love her and pamper her like my father in this life.

Maybe, tonight, things will take a turn, maybe, I will start over with her.

Do you want to stay? I asked her.

Yeah. She nodded vigorously.

I agreed. To my surprise, she immediately turned around and shouted to the boy in the living room, "My dad agreed, let's go to bed."

I looked at her blankly, does he live here too?

He is my boyfriend. Didn’t you say I can find a boyfriend?

I felt my heart tremble with anger, yes, she was playing with me, she was using her 19-year-old intelligence to play with the person she once loved deeply.

I don’t think I can beat you.

Okay, I smiled, of course.

We stared at each other, and she stared at me fiercely.

She has stared at me like this countless times. When we were together, whenever she was unhappy, she would loudly announce that I was angry!

Then he sat there with his mouth pouted.

Be good, I threaten her, I will sell you if you don’t behave!

She raised her head and looked at me with this look, glaring at me fiercely.

Then he jumped up, put his arms around my neck, and said coquettishly, Dad, do I look scary?

Admittedly, when she looked at me like this, I didn't feel scared. However, my heart aches.

They went to bed without turning off the stereo or TV.

I turned them off one by one and suddenly saw a disc that they had just bought.

"My Sassy Girl"

She has asked me to watch it with her countless times. To be honest, I really couldn't stand it and ran to the balcony to smoke when I was halfway through the movie. Every time she pulled me back, I would fall asleep. Later, when she wasn't paying attention, I found the disc and threw it away.

She watched it so many times that she could recite the lines by heart. She actually found someone to watch it again today.

This madman.

After cleaning up the living room, I went back to the bedroom. Just as I was about to go in, their room opened. She opened the door and said with a smile

Dad.

What to do?

Borrow a condom.

What?

Borrow a condom

I****WBD!

She looked at me blankly, and after a while, she lowered her head and started to clasp her fingers - you are my dad, and I am WBD...

Mine Tears suddenly flowed down.

Four

There are two versions of that night in my mind.

In the first version, I was lying on the big bed in the bedroom, staring at the ceiling with my eyes wide open, letting the screams of joy from next door come in waves. I jumped out of bed and turned over. I rummaged through the cabinets to find cotton to stuff my ears with.

There is no doubt that I did it on purpose. During the process, the classic image of an abandoned resentful woman with messy hair and quick and frequent movements appeared in my mind. It also had convulsive symptoms. If you have watched "Leaving Las Vegas" starring Nicolas Cage, it will be easier to understand. Yes, it was the kind where I was shaking all over. In the end, I collapsed under the desk. In his hands were the only two Bundy Band-Aids found, with a little bear and a little rabbit on them. I bought it for her after she fell down the stairs last time. She thought it was too cute and couldn't bear to post it. So I tore them off, stuck them on my forehead, and gasped.

In the second version, the next door is very quiet and seems very pure, but this quietness turns into the most terrifying sound in the mind. What are they doing now? What posture are they using? There is no sound, they won't study the English grammar on the Durex packaging under the desk lamp, right?

Dad, this thing is so fun.

Dad, don’t you feel uncomfortable wearing this?

Dad, this looks like someone is strangling you.

Dad, will the blood inside flow backwards?

I walked out of the house and arrived at my girlfriend’s house at three in the morning. The lights were still on.

I knocked on the door and she opened the door.

Another confrontation.

She looked at me in surprise.

Can you come in and sit for a while, I said, suddenly realizing that my voice was hoarse.

What’s wrong with you? She asked, have you cried?

No, I want to hug you. I said

I spent that night at my girlfriend’s house. It was the most strange night in my life.

I live in the house of my ex-girlfriend after we broke up with her. The reason is that I was forced out of my home by my ex-girlfriend.

Ironically, this is what life is like.

My girlfriend made the bed and quilt for me. Of course, the funny thing is, she was making the floor for me.

She sleeps on the bed and I sleep on the floor.

Once we break up, the smallest space must be separated by the longest distance.

I lay on the floor, listening to my girlfriend’s quiet and even breathing.

I want to spend the rest of my life with you.

She slept so peacefully.

Will she agree?

She turned over.

The rate of her breathing did not change at all when she turned over.

She was not asleep at all, she was pretending to be asleep.

I think she will.

Will you marry me? I asked her in the dark.

What did you say?

Will you marry me?

No, never.

My heart dropped, why?

She was silent for a long time and said word by word:

You are too perverted, I am not suitable for you.

Has anyone ever told you what despair means? At that time, I was completely despairing.

I had the warmest relationship with her. We went to work together, got off work together, watched movies on weekends, and went to furniture stores together. When we passed the diamond jewelry store, she would look at me with a half-smiling look and let me know. I feel that if I hold her hand at any time, she will be my wife when she comes out.

Until one day, that 19-year-old girl came back and beat me back to my original shape.

That past, which was originally a lover's secret, has now become sinister.

I can't move forward, the road ahead is blocked.

On the way home in the morning, I saw the boy and her going to school. They walked towards me and she spread her hands towards me.

What?

Give me some money.

What to do?

It’s not good to go to your house all the time, so I’d better get a room.

OK. There is no way to retreat, so there is no need to retreat anymore.

At that moment, I decided to formally challenge.

I looked at her with a smile, put my finger on my forehead - the place where the bear band-aid was, and smiled.

How many levels are there in hell?

I think my baby girl and I will find out soon.

五

I tell stories

There is a big shortcoming. I never like to make up names for characters. This is a very headache. In contrast, I prefer to call it this thing.

A person has only one name, but can have countless titles.

Every title is a story.

So this is a story without a name, only a title.

But I don’t know how long this kind of title that relies solely on him and her can last.

How many ways are there to take revenge on someone?

In fact, the best way to punish her is to accept it.

So I accepted my "daughter" and her boy. Let them have free access to my room and do whatever they want.

That period is the weirdest time in my memory. Every day when I get home from work, I can see her and that boy sitting at the table, either watching TV or doing homework together. The scene was extremely heartwarming, and even several times, I suddenly had strange hallucinations. The long-haired girl sitting opposite was indeed my daughter, and what she cared about was not me, but the boy next to me.

She also became docile. When she saw me coming back, she looked up at me and said obediently, Dad, you are back.

The boy said, uncle.

I brought back pizza for them to eat, asked them about their homework, and watched childish and boring Korean movies with them. Whenever the boy next to me laughed so hard that his whole body twitched, I felt a pair of cold eyes next to me. eyes, watching.

She stayed in the room next to mine more and more often, while her boyfriend mostly went back to the dormitory. Each time we stood at the door and waved goodbye to him.

Be careful on the road. she called.

Come and play when you have time. I said.

Once, I asked the boy in private for a photo. He was very strange, but he still gave me a registration photo.

Then one night I had dinner with her. After dinner, I calmly stood up and put away the dishes. She looked at me with infinite resentment.

I sang the new song I just learned happily.

While I was washing the dishes, she hugged me from behind and pressed her forehead against my back. I turned around, took out the registration photo magnified N times from my pocket, and showed it cheerfully.

Her "boyfriend" looked at her with infinite solemnity in the photo, as if he was a corpse.

She looked at me with infinite hatred.

Pig.

Unfilial!

One thing happened a week later.

When I walked out of my girlfriend’s house that night, I hugged her and murmured to myself, if you change your mind, you must tell me.

One day a week later, she changed her mind, but I never had the chance to get her.

I was at home that day, and I went downstairs to buy a pack of cigarettes. When I came up, I found my daughter crying. I ignored her, went back to the room, and went online. Suddenly I found that my girlfriend had disappeared from MSN, and I felt uncertain. Open the chat history now.

I rushed to her room and banged on the door, but she refused to open it.

My girlfriend tried to start over with me.

And she pretended to be me and rejected her harshly.

My girlfriend felt something was wrong and called my house. She answered the phone in a sweet and gentle manner.

Pretending to be crazy and acting stupid.

Open the door! Open the fucking door for me!

Not open! Even if you die!

Just wait for me!

That night, I went to a bar, ordered a chicken, and took her home.

She watched blankly in the living room as I brought a gaudy woman home, opened the door and entered the room.

** took off her clothes, stood in front of me, and showed off her figure.

I counted out a thousand dollars from my wallet without looking at her.

Called.

What is it called?

Bed.

I leaned close to her and whispered, I won’t do anything to you, just scream as hard as you can.

So some things require professionalism. The chicken crows in my room, and I frown and flip through the magazine.

She looked at me in confusion, probably she had never met such a crazy customer.

Ten minutes later, a smile appeared on my face.

She is finally here.

She banged on the door, hard.

Open the door! Open the door!

Not open! Even if you die! I shouted at the door.

Let her go!

I turned a deaf ear and looked at the chicken standing in front of me, don’t stop!

She started wailing outside the house and she was going crazy.

I would rather have sex with a chicken than hold her.

Open the door! You opened the door for me, and she started kicking the door hard.

She cried for ten minutes, and I lazily opened the door.

She was paralyzed on the ground, crying and yelling at me to get out.

This is my home, get out of here.

She is gone.

He said nothing and walked away silently.

I closed my eyes and wished I had never known her. When I opened my eyes, I was bowing down in pain.

This is how things ended.

A few days later, I received a call from the boy. He asked me why my daughter had not gone to school for several days.

I remained silent.

She is missing?

The phone was silent for a long time.

Didn’t you know she was pregnant? The boy asked me on the other end of the phone.

Six

She is pregnant?

Yes.

My heart twitched. Is it my child?

Yes.

I closed my eyes.

Asked on the phone: Do you want to ask, that night we..., he smiled.

I don’t like girls, he said softly.

I understand it all.

Don’t give up even if you die.

In the ordinary story, I found her and we were happily together.

Sorry, this may be what you want to see, but it is not the story I want to say.

I went to her school, and the person from the Academic Affairs Office said that she had gone through the withdrawal procedures. When I went to her dormitory, all the things were packed away, and the pink gauze was gently fluttering on the empty bed. , I bought it for her at the beginning of the semester.

Her classmates in the dormitory said that when she was packing her things, everyone asked her what she was doing. She smiled and said that she was moving to her boyfriend's house.

Everyone looked at her enviously and speculated.

Her classmates looked at me with disgust, as if I was an entangled third party.

I went to the bar where she danced, and everyone said she resigned. I didn’t believe it, so I went there every day to wait. I dragged the newly appointed DANCING QUENN, willingly making sure that she knew where she was going, and then I was beaten.

I did go too far. I blocked the girl at the door of the women's restroom. She didn't tell me, and I would never let her go on stage. She shrugged, dialed the phone, and came back after a while. A few people tried to persuade me nicely, but I rolled my eyes at them. They dragged me to the door of the bar. After passing a table, I picked up a wine bottle, and then I was beaten.

I crawled home, sat in front of the house, wiped my tears and dialed her cell phone over and over again.

There is no "The user you dialed has shut down", there is no "The number you dialed is empty", there is no "The number you dialed is temporarily unreachable." There is no "The user you dialed is on the phone, please wait a moment." After dialing.", there is nothing, just endless white space.

Lying on the ground, still smiling.

She will be back tomorrow, shaking my arm and saying, Dad, I’m so hungry.

Dad, I went out for a walk, and I still like your place.

I just fell asleep smiling like this. I tidied the room very cleanly and put couplets on the door.

The first line is "Welcome back."

The second line is "Don't leave anymore."

After looking at it, I am very satisfied with my calligraphy. .

Three months later I tore up the couplets.

Crush it into a ball, put it in your mouth and swallow it hard, and finally lie on the toilet and retching.

I am seriously ill.

A gorgeous scene is often seen in sleep.

A baby crawled slowly on the ceiling, turned around, and his face was the same as hers.

She was never seen again.

One day a year later, I was taking a taxi and passing by a normal college. I stood in the car window and saw an identical figure from a distance. I quickly asked the driver to stop, I rushed out of the car, caught up with her and grabbed her.

Looking back, it was a strange girl. Looking at me in horror.

Sorry, let me go.

She smiled, maybe she recognized the wrong person.

She had to rush to a place and couldn't get a taxi. To apologize, I gave her a ride. When she got off the bus at her destination, I left her phone number.

When we first got together, I kept walking at a distance behind her because they had exactly the same back. I often looked at that back infatuatedly, then slowly walked up and hugged her. Stay with her and tell her, don't leave me.

She shook her head and smiled, silly kid, I won’t leave you.

She is 25 years old and calls me a silly kid.

Gradually, as we walked together, the distance between me and her back became shorter and shorter. When we were finally able to walk side by side and I turned my face to talk to her without a trace of doubt, I Proposed to her.

I do love her.

There is no evidence that I don't love her.

Love is just a word and its content varies greatly.

Just because I don’t love you this way doesn’t mean I don’t love you.

The wedding was very simple, but we were extremely happy. I didn't ask her about her past, who she had been in love with, and she didn't ask me about my past.

She graduated from a normal school and taught children in a kindergarten and nursery school.

I quit my job and opened an advertising agency. Gradually, I hired some people and bought a car.

On weekends, I drove to the suburbs with my wife, and when we came back, we bought some local snacks to offer to her colleagues and my employees.

Time passed slowly like this. I put her photo in the most secret place, so secret that I didn’t dare to flip it or destroy it.

Four months and three days after the wedding, as usual, I went to pick up my wife from get off work.

My wife was chatting with a woman wearing a long skirt and light makeup. They were sitting side by side on a small green wooden bench.

A small child was running around playfully and waddling around them.

My wife saw me, smiled and introduced me, this is my husband.

I didn’t dare to move, just stared at her blankly.

My daughter, she no longer wears a ponytail, her long hair is flowing down.

Shock flashed across her eyes.

Hello, two seconds later, she stretched out her hand politely and smiled lightly.

The child was holding my legs unsteadily, calling me daddy.

Smile brightly.

My wife laughed.

That's not your dad.

That year, I was 29 and she was 21.

It is very difficult for me to describe her whereabouts over the past year.

That night she took me to where she lived.

After putting the child to sleep, she took my hand to the small aisle next to the kitchen.

We sat at a small table next to the aisle, and she stared at me for a long time.

Any questions? she said. I tell you everything.

That night, she ran out of my house.

To be precise, she did not run out.

She sat in the dark corridor, holding her chin with her hands, not knowing where she was going.

At this time a man came up.

A person downstairs.

Invited her to come in and sit down, and she actually went in.

I dare not guess what kind of mentality she had when she went in. After she entered the room, she sat in the corner of the room. The man looked at her quietly, and she said something that is still unbelievable.

I'm hungry. she said.

So she was taken in.

The man gave her a bowl of noodles to eat. She held the bowl bigger than her face and cried all her eyes.

He just asked softly.

What are you unhappy about?

That night, the lights were not turned on, so the two of them sat opposite each other all night, while a baby kept crying in another room.

The next day, she came out of the building, went to school, packed her luggage, and moved out.

I moved into a 30-square-meter room downstairs.

She has witnessed all my movements since then.

She watched me walking on the road with my bag.

She watched me cry in the flower bed downstairs late at night.

He never asked her anything, but she knew everything about him. He did not live long, and his wife disappeared without a trace not long after reading the diagnosis.

She stayed.

Those days were the time when they depended on each other.

I fell in love with him. she said.

He looked at me, eating the noodles one bite at a time, without saying anything, just looking at me with a smile.

I feel more at ease than ever before.

Maybe it was at that time that I fell in love with him.

But I don’t know, I thought I had always been in love with you.

Later, he got really bad and his health was very poor. I sat by the bedside in the hospital all night long, and he asked me to send the child to an orphanage.

I promise him.

When he fell asleep, I went home and looked at the child.

I watched it for a long time.

I think I love his father.

Not only love, but also owe.

The next day, I went to the hospital to see him. When I came out, I asked the doctor for abortion pills.

I held his hand and talked to him while taking medicine.

He asked me if I felt uncomfortable.

I said I have a little cold.

Actually, I aborted our child.

She looked at me and smiled, Dad, you know, I cried in the toilet of your room downstairs for a long time that night. She raised her head and asked softly, did you hear it?

The child next door suddenly started crying. She rushed over and coaxed him for a long time, then came back and continued talking.

He died and left me a child.

In the choice of our children or his children, I chose his.

Because I can only choose one.

This is love, do you understand, Dad?

Do you understand that you can only choose one?

She came over and looked at me quietly, and I hugged her.

At that time, our faces were very close.

I couldn't help but kiss her, and she lowered her head slightly, leaving my forehead.

She raised her head and looked at me so seriously, why didn’t you kiss me like this when I loved you so much?

Why did you drive me away when I pestered you and wanted to play with you?

You are too noisy. I whispered.

I won’t make trouble now, but I don’t love you anymore.

A year later, she held her child in her arms, watched me marry a girl whose back looked very similar to hers, and turned around to leave the building.

I sat in a car decorated with flowers, held my wife's hand tightly, and drove to the wedding banquet with a smile on my face.

She looked at me quietly like this, and then suddenly laughed, with great joy.

I looked at her in shock.

She couldn't help laughing and pointing to the next door with her eyes.

Now that I am ****’s mother, are you willing to be his...grandfather?

She laughed so hard that she couldn't stand upright.

There is no more love or hate in the joke.

As I looked at her, I was shaking uncontrollably.

Go back, it’s too late.

Raised his head, his eyes filled with light.

She patted me, and I walked to the door numbly, looking back at her, wanting to say something.

Nothing can be said.