Chapter 13 Section Thirteen

Dr. Shiraishi and my meager expectations were completely disappointed, because Chiori's language ability has only slightly improved so far. Although she speaks more often, it is only when she is with me, so she can't make friends at school at all.In terms of literacy, she's been able to read hiragana since before, but I'm not sure she's ever going to be able to read a text, or even understand its meaning. At the beginning, I tried to read some relevant literature, but I was not comfortable with this kind of abstract thing, and I half understood it. In the end, I only got a deeper impression of the extreme complexity of brain organization.

Later, my father died because of the breakdown of this complex organ. That was Chiori's second year at home.My father, who was about to go to work, suddenly said that he had a headache and fell down on the sofa. I was awakened by my mother's screams, and I hurriedly called an ambulance to take my father to the hospital, but he never woke up again.The cause of death was subarachnoid hemorrhage. My parents are a couple with a big age difference. Even so, my mother and I never thought that my father would leave so hastily, and we couldn't help but feel helpless.Therefore, the affairs of father's death are all handled by people from his company for us.In the blink of an eye, my father turned into a jar of ashes. I really can't imagine that life is so short.Qianzhi also seemed to understand what happened, she just wept silently, she knew that her father was always on her side.

It was also at this time that I realized that my father had already arranged his own affairs—the ownership of the house had been transferred to my mother, and some securities were left to me and my mother in proportion. Whatever happened, my father would like to arrange it thoughtfully, so that we wouldn't worry about our future life.He's just such a rational and realistic guy that I can't compare to him at all.However, I don't think he expected to leave so early, and he must have something to say. About a month after my father's funeral. I was silently thinking: I can't take care of Qianzhi for the rest of my life like this, but besides myself, who else can take care of her?After the accident in Vienna, I seem to have been in such a daze all the time, always closing my eyes subconsciously, not facing the reality, even when my father passed away...

"May I make a cup of tea?" My mother said to me. It happened to be evening then.I was sitting on the piano chair and letting my thoughts run wild, Chioriwo fell asleep on the sofa, but my strong mother had cheered up and was busy with the upcoming performance with the Czech Symphony Orchestra. "Alright." After I finished speaking, I stared at Qianzhi's sleeping face, thinking in a trance that our mother and son haven't sat down and chatted together for a long time. Our family of only three people has now become four people, but now it's three people again. ...

Not long after, a steaming German Meissen porcelain cup was placed on the coffee table.Mother sat across from Chiori, with her back to me. "—You don't have to worry." Mother hooked her left hand to the back of the chair, turned her head to face me, and seemed to hesitate for a long time before speaking. "worry about what?" "Everything. Your father took care of even the little things for us." Mother sighed softly and continued, "Now that I think about it, I'm such an irresponsible wife. Your father probably Wish I had a wife who would prepare his bath water and heat up his table as soon as he got home! But, until the end, I couldn't give up the music.

"Your father's mind is full of work. When he found out, he was already past the age of marriage. At that time, he just met me. Maybe he thought that as long as he could marry a young wife, he would be satisfied. What else? It doesn't matter, so we got married like this. And I have always been content with the status quo. He has no opinion on how I should educate you and cultivate you, but he must really hope that you can know him better, but because He and I didn't say anything together, and then just left." I thought of my dad's colleagues who helped with the funeral, and I could tell they liked him, but I didn't realize until then that I didn't understand what it was about him that made them so.Then, my mother gave a brief explanation of the family's financial situation. Although she still laughed and said that she learned from the lawyer she met last time and asked me not to ask her questions, the smile on her face was faint. regret.

"So you don't need to worry, just think about what is best for Qianzhi. Because this child's piano skills may...Of course, there are still many problems to be solved, but it is also a kind of opportunity for us to meet Qianzhi. Fate, and, I think this is also your dad's wish, so you really don't have to worry about money, just support her as much as possible until she can be independent, I think, your dad should also hope that this will help you !" I responded weakly and casually, and for the first time, I wondered about it—what kind of couple are my parents?Chiori was still sleeping sweetly on the sofa.

"Because the remaining insurance money is still enough." Mother turned her back to me and murmured. "Insurance money?" I asked in surprise.I don't quite understand what mother is talking about. Does she mean father's insurance money?And I care a lot about the word "remaining".When I was dealing with Qianzhi's matter, I remember my father also mentioned this word. At that time, he said that there was only a small amount of Qianzhi's insurance money left. My mother was so nervous that she immediately turned her head to look at me, with an expression of annoyance that could not be concealed.After a while, she sighed and said:

"Your father originally planned to tell you about this when you were in a calmer mood, but who knew he left so suddenly. Although it is difficult to talk about it, it is impossible not to say it, and it would be better to let you know it is good. "Dad bought a very high amount of insurance for your fingers. He started to insure you from the first time you won the first place, and continued to increase the amount of insurance when you had the opportunity—Jingfu, I understand how you feel , please don't put on that face, listen to me please? Please understand that he is not what you think. At the beginning I also disagreed with his decision, but he said: 'That is the most important thing about Jingsuke , as a parent, of course you should try your best to protect it, you are surprised if you say that!'

"It was the first time and the only time I saw him lose his temper. After that happened, I realized that what your father did was right—" "Stop talking!" I couldn't help yelling, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chiori, who was startled awake, jump up from the sofa, her eyes were wide open, and she looked at us timidly. I understand my father's intentions, no, it should be said to try to understand, and I must admit that this incident has also given me a lot of practical help now, but I still can't express the emotions welling up in my chest. An inexplicable and intense rage took hold of me.

I know that's not the case, but I can't help but keep thinking: My fingers have become money.And knowing that there is no basis for it, I still feel that it was because of the insurance that that night happened, and I can't let go of it for a long time.I recalled the term "coyote" again, subconsciously confirming the long-gone fingertips at the end of the glove.When I came back to my senses, I realized that I was clenching my teeth desperately and hard, as if I didn't feel anything at all. "Kingsuke?" "Do not talk to me!" From that moment of anger, to this day, I still don't know who the anger was directed at.Although this emotion came out of me, I couldn't tell whether it was actually an emotion called "anger". Chiori cried.The mournful sobbing sound was getting louder and louder, but it seemed very far away in my ears. I wanted to smash something - when I regained my senses, I swung the chair I was sitting on and threw it towards the floor-to-ceiling window, followed by a blunt sound. The four black chair legs obliquely penetrated the glass, but the glass did not shatter as a whole, because the window frame reinforced vertically and horizontally by iron wires did not allow it to collapse, and countless cracks extending from the four holes spread all over the place. The whole piece of glass reflected a pale and distorted reflection. My mother and I didn't speak, only the sound of Chiori's sobbing in the room, accompanied by the faint sound of the street coming from the broken window behind her. "I'm sorry." I finally bowed my head and said, unable to bear the gaze of two pairs of tear-filled eyes any longer. I stopped my mother from standing up, walked to the French window and pulled out the piano chair, and the broken glass immediately fell down one after another.There were bright red flowers blooming in the yard. I think they should be dahlias.With a bang, a piece of glass the size of a magazine tilted outward, and several cracks appeared on it.The subtle angle just reflected my face. I still remember it clearly. It was a livid and distorted ugly face. "Can you take Qianzhi to another room? I'll tidy up here." Still turning my back on my mother, I forced the words out.Then he heard the sound of the door closing behind him, and the crying became quieter.I stripped all the glass to the yard, went back to the house and took the vacuum cleaner to clean up the broken glass. The noisy operation of the vacuum cleaner was mixed with the hard impact of glass fragments in the plastic pipe.Then he went back to the yard and collected the large pieces of broken glass and threw them away, cleaned up the yard and the small fragments by the window with a vacuum cleaner, and sat down on the sofa where Chiori had just slept soundly. My tears dripped inexplicably.This is the first time that I have not shed tears since my finger was broken, but I know that these tears may not flow for the ring finger of my left hand. The floor-to-ceiling windows will take days to fix.Before it was repaired, it didn't rain a drop, maybe it's a kind of luck!