foggy morning light (twilight fandom)

The conversation was a bit noisy, and there were aunts dancing cheerfully in the square.I sat under the girl sculpture beside me, holding a bunch of candied haws in my hand and looking carefully.

I booked the flight ticket overnight, and when I arrived in Guangdong, I hugged Uncle Mike tightly, his face was full of sleepiness.I really want to grab him by the collar and yell at him, is this still my energetic uncle, this guy has been swapped!

However, I just hugged him tightly and couldn't help crying.

Uncle Mike said hoarsely: "Good boy!"

He escorted me into the car, and we played all day. That night he said he had someone he liked, and that gallery refused to sell his paintings. Uncle Mike found the owner behind the paintings.They chatted a lot, and of course it was Uncle Mike who talked a lot. He kept saying that the girl there was listening all the time, and then he realized that she was a little autistic, so Uncle Mike stayed with her all the time in the painting academy, and they all stayed together from sunrise to sunset. stay together.

Caught off guard, she committed suicide because of hallucinations caused by taking too much medicine.

Uncle Mike was ordered not to meet again, and he took so much medicine suddenly, because of this extra person in her sight, she longed to be cured, just like a normal person.

I looked at the man in front of me who was smoking and full of regret, his beautiful lake green eyes were bloodshot, and he said over and over again: "Chris, I should take my time."

I just listened, Uncle Mike needed an audience.After a long time, he mentioned that my birthday was approaching, and he asked me to come over, but it was up to me to decide whether to see him or not.

Uncle Mike said that he would always be here with me, and I was his only niece.

I wanted to laugh, but I realized he was talking about Chris' father.Why didn't you see each other, although some don't understand why I need to decide whether to meet or not, which means that there have been conflicts or other things.

I always thought it was Chris's father who didn't care much about Chris.

I said, "Let's meet then."

After agreeing, he smiled and stuffed Uncle Mike's clothes in the suitcase, and said with a smirk, "Hurry up and chase my aunt!"

I have seen Uncle Mike's surprise, joy and touch. I also know that Uncle Mike also wants me to untangle my heart, and maybe my mother agrees.But it must be hard to be away from the one you love, my stupid uncle.

His voice was hoarse, and he called from the Seattle airport, his tone was determined: "Little idiot, uncle will take care of it. You are over there, you must tell me if you have anything..."

Nagging, my uncle is really a mother-in-law, is this a prelude to middle age?

I stayed until I was thirsty, then got up and went to the store to buy a drink in fluent Chinese.The clerk said it was amazing, and I smiled bitterly in my heart, how could I not be able to speak my mother tongue well in my previous life.

There was a car following not far away, which was ordered by my father. He came back from Italy for dinner, and we will meet for the first time.

On the phone, he didn't talk very much, and he knew how busy he was from the secretary's voice constantly talking about the upcoming itinerary.

The sky is big and the earth is big, it seems that I am the most idle person.

Even the square dance can be watched all afternoon, so I simply got in the car and went home.

When my father came back, it was almost dinner time, and I called out in a low voice: "Dad."

Father paused, then loosened his tie, and we finished dinner quietly together.

"I haven't seen you for a long time, and you will be 18 in a few days." My father seemed a little uncertain about my attitude, and he asked again in person: "Would you like to live with me?"

I looked at him, with short black hair, bright eyes, a square face, and a serious smile.He must be prudent and experienced when he is outside, but now he is not sure about his own daughter, which makes people feel sad.

"Ah."

Hearing my affirmation, my father relaxed his shoulders.

My birthday is on October 10th, and now it's the 25th, and I'm still five days away.

I reported my mother's safety, and unexpectedly received a call from Alice, but Edward never called.That's right, that guy should be with Bella now, and he doesn't have time to talk to me.

My father was still working in the study, so I poured a glass of milk and knocked on the door to enter.

"Dad, you should go to bed early."

Father looked up and smiled: "Thank you, I'll go as soon as I finish dealing with this contract."

"A long time ago, I missed your birthday because of work. You said you hated me, hated how I always behaved, and then you refused to celebrate my birthday with me. Sorry, I missed your growth."

As far as I know, Chris was a lonely child, learning to grow up alone, so lonely that he went crazy, so lonely that he learned to be bad, as evidenced by the cigarettes hidden in secret places.

I'm not Chris. It's hard to tell the guilty father in front of him how to make up for the child's inner pain.

Something stuck in my throat, I stood for a while, and said to him: "Remember to drink milk."

He pretended to be calm and closed the door, returning to his room.I wiped my tears, Chris, it's a pity you can't hear me.Sorry, I dare not pretend that you forced an answer.

Chris, sorry.