Can Ruofanxing[Chinese Restaurant 2]

At the age of 50, Fan Fan was finally unable to take care of his long-term illness and was dragged down by cancer, so he passed away.

The season she left was winter, and that day there was the heaviest snowfall in Beijing in the past 50 years.

She left a mark in an indelible way.

My daughter went abroad to study in university, and rarely came back. From then on, only Wang Junkai was left in the empty house in the warm family of three.

The 44-year-old man seems to have not changed, and it seems that everything has become completely different.

Fan Fan has been ill for 5 years, and he has been by her side for five years. Except for some necessary work, he is basically in a state of rest.

For five years, Fan Fan has used her willpower to survive one chemotherapy after another and one operation after another.The idea she has always instilled in her husband is, "I will definitely work hard to live. But if there is any chance...if I leave...you must stop guarding me and find someone who loves you and go on. I hope you will always be in a loving and happy environment, whether that person is me or not."

Whenever at this time, Wang Junkai always touched her face and replied with a smile, "Understood, I understand, you will be fine."

Fan Fan's death may be a relief for her who suffered from illness.But for Wang Junkai who entrusted all his life to her, he lost the whole world.

Fan Fan looked at him in front of the hospital bed. After the cancer cells had spread all over her body, she could no longer breathe on her own. She could only rely on the ventilator to maintain her weak life. With her throat inserted, she could not speak.The doctor told Wang Junkai that keeping her so persistent would cause her unbearable pain.

In the end, as her closest partner, she reluctantly signed the agreement, took off the ventilator, and let her leave with dignity.

Fan Fanqiang opened his eyes halfway, held his breath, and looked at Wang Junkai with a nostalgia that he couldn't bear to let go.

"Don't worry," Wang Junkai was still smiling, the mature and handsome man held her hand tightly with red eyes, "Leave at ease, I promise you, I will live a good life."

The cold hand shook his big hand slightly, and slowly closed his eyes.

On the heart rate monitor, a cruel straight line announced her death.

After the simple farewell ceremony, Wang Junkai returned to their home and sat quietly in the living room from night until the next morning.

For the next 20 years, he lived alone in this big house. His daughter has grown up. She is as good as her mother. After finishing her Ph.D. in Cambridge, England, she stayed on to teach and continue her academic studies.

Wang Junkai never interferes with his daughter, as long as she comes back to worship on Fan Fan's death day, it is enough to chat with her mother, after all, the mother will definitely miss her daughter.

As for the rest of the time, just be with him.

She doesn't want anyone to disturb her world.

"Father, if you meet someone you like or is suitable for, just accept it. I don't care. I believe that my mother also wants you to be happy." After all, my father is still young, still handsome, and still has followers.She couldn't bear the heart of her father living alone and growing old alone.

"Hush," Wang Junkai hurriedly interrupted his daughter, afraid of being heard by Fan Fan (tombstone), he told her sternly and decisively, "Don't talk nonsense, I only love your mother in this life, and there will be no one else."

This is a conversation that my daughter will have every year when she comes back, from the age of 45 to the age of 65, a total of 20 years.

At the age of 65, the hospital found out that he was suffering from Alzheimer's disease, which is also commonly known as Alzheimer's disease, and he needed someone to take care of him in daily life.

The daughter resolutely quit her job and came back from the UK. She was unwilling to take care of her father with a fake hand. This was not allowed by her childhood education.

Wang Junkai doesn't like having one more person in his home, even his closest daughter.

She was often asked to leave, to go back to England, to her post...but she never paid any attention.

Gradually, after spending a month together, she figured out her father's daily habits.

Get up on time at 07:30 in the morning, and he will go to the yard to arrange the flowers and plants.

The plants were planted by my mother when she was still alive. In the past 20 years, my father has been pruning and watering them painstakingly every day, and they have become more and more luxuriant.

He would mutter words every day when he was taking care of things, as if chatting with his mother, some stories and private love words that she had never heard from her father.

At 09:30 in the morning, he began to organize the furniture and items in the house.

Likewise, none of the locations have changed in 20 years.

Her youngest son once accidentally broke a vase at home, and his grandpa, who was always kind to him, suddenly lost his temper that day.Later, my father struggled for a long time in the room with the ceramic fragments, and finally the vase was replaced. Although it was incomplete and a little funny, it was still in that position.

The home is built by his father and mother bit by bit, and the furniture and objects inside are his sustenance of his mother's nostalgia.

When wiping these objects, my father always smiled happily.

At noon, he will make himself a small noodle, of course... If he remembers that I still exist at home, he will also make one for me.

The noodles are made by my mother when she was alive. The recipes are fixed, at least I taste exactly the same.

However, every time my father took the first bite, he always complained, "It's still not as delicious as your cooking."

After lunch, he will have a lunch break.

Getting up at three o'clock, he went to the basement viewing room at home to open various images of him and his mother.

They are all extremely popular stars, so naturally there are many surviving materials.

What my father likes to watch most is the video of their wedding. At that time, they were still so young, a beautiful and handsome pair of lovers married with everyone's blessing.

She can see the nostalgia and nostalgia for my mother in my father's eyes. He loves my mother beyond time, space, and even beyond life and death.

"Dad, don't look at it." Sometimes I can't bear him to live in his mother's world all the time. I hope he can have his own world and do what he wants to do.

However, my father would hurt me for my mother.

"who are you?"

Maybe he doesn't remember me because of his illness; maybe he just thinks that I don't have the right to tell him how to miss his beloved wife.

It's just that pair of emotionless, calm eyes still hurt me.

I will forgive him anyway.

Because he is the father who loves me the most.

The father who loved me, kissed me, hugged me and called me 'darling' since childhood.

I can't be jealous of my mother, because I love her too.

Perhaps, I love my mother far more than I love my father.

In my impression, my mother is elegant and beautiful. I have never seen her lose her temper, or even frown.

She is also a strong and wise mother. She has lived in my 20 years of life. She has more influence on me than my father.

I still remember that my mother's funeral was on a pouring rain day, and the small funeral parlor was filled with zinnias, the flower language was "I will never lose my love".It was very low-key, but there were still many friends who came to express their condolences in the rain.Her fans spontaneously formed a circle outside the door, holding white flowers and candles, and sent her the last journey in their own way.

That day, my father was always standing tall and straight beside my mother, like a guardian. Godfather (Wang Yuan) and uncle (Qian Xi) were always by my father's side, and they never left each other.

I can actually understand my father, how could he fall in love with someone else after being loved by such a beautiful woman?

at night.

My father would go to bed early after dinner and a light walk.

He said he had her in his dream.

My father and I spent five years in this kind of day-to-day repetition.

Until he was 70 years old, the anniversary of his mother's death, I accompanied him to visit the grave and stayed there for an afternoon.

At night, he happily talked to me about many stories about him and his mother when they were young, their shows, their MVs, their friends, and many places I have never heard of.

I seem to have noticed that he didn't go to bed early as usual that day, but instead kept me chatting until the early hours of the morning.

The last words he said to me were "You know what, I have lived a very happy life, loving what I love, and having no complaints or regrets."

This is the text on the mother's tombstone.

The next day, my father passed away peacefully on the bed with a smile on his lips.

This was my father's life, he promised his wife would live, and he did.

But now, it was fate that took him away, not what he wanted.

He could finally, contented, happy... let her go.

This is the story of my father and mother's life, never leaving, life and death.

At the end of the stage, amidst endless applause, the two curtains slowly closed, separating the two worlds of reality and the stage.

Wang Junkai hugged Fan Fan tightly after the curtain call. Only by making sure that his wife is still in his arms can he suppress the fear of chaotic heart rhythm.

"I am still here."

"Ah."