Chapter 8 Wei Ran: Dad, I’m very scared.

My father did not ask me to follow him, but directed the B&B manager to open a room for me.

Before leaving, he told me not to go anywhere and call the customer service to send it to the house if you have any needs.

I don't want to stay alone, I want to see my mother, but what my father needs the least now is a rebellious daughter.

The police just said it briefly in front of my father, but it was enough to make us realize that something happened to my mother.

After we left, she asked the customer service to do a regular massage in the room.

After staying in the homestay, my mother was not interested in any activities. She almost never went out except for eating, with the exception of massage.

She needs this service every day, and every time it takes between half an hour and an hour.

The massage master has a deep impression of his mother, not only because she is gentle and beautiful, with elegant manners, but also gives him a lot of tips.

The massage master said that my mother doesn’t like to talk and is a very quiet customer.

The massage master was the last person to see his mother still alive. When he served his mother in the morning, he did not notice any clues.

This massage master has just entered the industry and looks like a boy who is not a few years older than me.

The first time I encountered such a thing, I was so scared that I was so scared that I kept crying.

He repeated a few words over and over again, and his mother was silent as usual, but at the end he asked him to bring a message to the cleaning staff and come and clean the room later.

When the cleaning staff opened the door, my mother was already in a pool of blood.

I waited anxiously in the room patiently, my mind full of the last time I waved goodbye to my mother.

My mother is as quiet as usual and looks much more mentally restored.

After getting up in the morning, my father slept on the sofa and snored, and my mother asked me to go for breakfast with her.

This is not something that happens every day. I was so happy that I naturally didn't mention what happened last night with my mother.

First, I don’t want to ruin her mood, second, she can’t help, and most importantly, I wish no one knew that this is the secret between my father and me.

The whole breakfast was almost the same as a young lady at the next table chatting with me about going to Dengketan.

Mom is very silent, she is always silent.

When I asked my mother if she could go with her, she still didn't say anything, but nodded and agreed.

This is the last conversation between mother and daughter.

When my father came back from the restaurant, when he asked me where I was going, his mother took the initiative to explain to me and my father.

She is a little cold and indifferent to her father, but her mother usually looks like this.

I've long been used to it and know that it will improve in a few days.

There shouldn't be an exception this time... right... right?

I kept expecting to pray, but deep down, I felt my mother leave me.

She was unhappy and no matter how hard her father and I tried, they couldn't really be happy.

Is she free now?

It was not until two o'clock in the morning that my father dragged his heavy steps into the room.

He looked pale and tired.

I immediately rushed forward and hugged him. No one spoke, but just hugged each other tightly and cried silently.

It took him a while before he stumbled and sat by the bed.

I knelt in front of my father and helped him take off his shoes.

I didn't grab the thin quilt and cover us until he settled on the pillow next to me.

Mom... I curled up in my father's warm arms, sobbing in a low voice, and couldn't even say the words in full.

My mother missed Xiaofeng so much, so she went to accompany him.My father hugged me, his voice awkward and hoarse, and I don’t know how heavy a big stone was pressed on my heart.

Dad, I'm very scared.

So, Ranran, so too.

What should we do?I asked helplessly.

Dad stroked my messy hair and kissed the top of my head, just like when he was a child.

Ranran, we must live and live well.Be strong, we can do it. Dad will persevere for you, and you must persevere for you, promise me... Now there are only two of us.

We hugged each other and cried for a long time. Everyone wanted to cry loudly, but no one had to work hard to suppress. There was nothing more exhausting than this.

Dad, I sniffed and whispered.The deeper the night, the colder the temperature in the room, and I couldn't help but snuggle up to him to keep warm.

My father had tears on his face, he was already sleepy, and his palms were absent-mindedly touching my cheek. What's wrong, Ranran?

I'm cold.

Before I could complain about the sudden drop in temperature late at night, his arms wrapped around my cold skin, his chest tightly against my back, and his palms spread out on his sternum.

Soon, the cold body quickly warmed up and we fell asleep together.

I slept a little uneasy, and I was awakened when there was a little noise outside the house.

It was still dark outside the window. I had no idea of ​​time and didn’t know how long I had slept.

A desk lamp next to the bed was still on, emitting a dim warm yellow light.

I lay on my dad, his arms around me.

My father is still sleeping. Although he is closed, I can still see tears at the corners of my eyes.

For a moment, I replayed the possibilities of the day in my mind.

If I didn't insist on going to Dengketan in the morning, my father wouldn't have left with me.

The three of us walked around the orchard together, went to the fish pond to feed the fish, or steamed a sauna or watched a movie.

No matter which one we choose, we will be together, and mothers will not have the idea of ​​committing suicide by cutting their wrists.

Even if she is in a gloomy mood and she will pass by with us by her side, she will slowly pass by, and we are still a complete family of three.

I was crying and my heart was filled with guilt.

When my mother was alive, I often had resentment towards her, why can't she love me like the mothers of other classmates.

Why is I so insignificant compared to Wei Feng?

Now that she is gone, I realize how much I miss her.

But I can never see her again, and I can no longer hug her and call her mother.

Wei Feng left, and so did his mother.

My tears were like beads with broken threads. As soon as I wiped them clean from my eyes, new tears soon burst out.

I only have dad now. My dad’s arms are so beautiful, I will never leave in my life.

If he is gone, I won't live anymore.

Dad is mine, and no one or any strength can take him away.

My fingertips couldn't help but explore my father's hard chest, then crossed my broad shoulders, my throat bulging, my stubble-filled face, and then came to my soft lips.

Let's sleep for a while, Ranran, dad suddenly said, his voice low and hoarse.

Instead of opening his eyes, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards him, his breasts pounding against his hot chest.

My heart beat violently in my chest as he started snoring softly again.

The scenes of the previous night kept flashing in my mind. My father's hand held my nipples and pushed his fingers into my body.

Before I realized what I was doing, I started to twist in my father's arms, clamping his thighs and rubbing my knees against my hips.

My breathing was rapid and my body seemed to be on fire.

I know that doing this is very wrong and sinful, but I just can't stop it.

Obviously, I'm losing my mind.

My mother just committed suicide by cutting her wrist in the guest room, but I was not sad for her.My brain seemed to automatically turn off, refusing to accept that my mother had left me.

I started to tremble, and my whole body seemed to fall into an ice hole, and my father hugged me tighter.

My thighs pressed against my father's hot erection. Although I could not control it through his trousers, I could not control it at all. I trembled, twisted, and struggled, and needed to be freed from my father's imprisonment.

Dad was quiet and didn't leave as irritably as last night.Instead, he hugged me in his arms and grabbed my wrist tightly.

Keep sleeping, Ranran!Dad's voice is full of pain.

Dad... Dad... I begged in a low voice, not even knowing what I was begging for.

I will protect you, don't worry, I'm always by your side, Dad murmured, the heat spraying on my neck.

This sentence seemed to be magical. I relaxed and whispered: I love you, dad.