My eyes are leaking as I see what he looks like right now.
This elderly man, who was previously quiet, is suddenly gushing about his daughter.
In the film that Uncle Quincy had shown me, I remembered my father’s last desperate figure.
Thinking of the compromise my father made for me.
I thought of the Cross River Bridge, and my father jumped.
Dad’s mood at that time should be no different from Jacob’s at the moment.
The only difference is that my father at that time didn’t find a lifeline.
And Jacob… he found it.
In Jacob’s eyes, I am the only one who can save Flora.
“Uncle Jacob.” I gave a weak call.
“Mrs. Fischer,” he said as he immediately looked up and looked eagerly at me.
I bit my lips and looked at him. “Your request comes as a bit of a surprise. Could you just allow me a few days to study it?”
“I’m worried Flora’s body can’t take it anymore.”
“Give me a chance to meet her; I believe I can persuade her to eat.”
He looked at me as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“You may be sure Flora and I have no grudges against each other, and I will not hurt her.”
“Mrs. Fischer, you’re completely wrong. That was not what I meant.”
I pulled the corners of my mouth together. “Then get up, wipe your tears away, and take me in to meet her.”
He got up, bowed respectfully, and led me out of the stairwell into Flora’s room.
Flora heard the sound and opened her eyes slightly.
She gently closed her eyes as she knew I was coming. “Dad, I’d want to take a rest; I don’t see any visitors.”
“Jacob said,” “Mrs. Fischer has come to visit you, Flora, and she has a message for you. You have the option of waiting before taking a nap.”
Flora didn’t listen and didn’t even open her eyes.
I gave Jacob a sidelong glance and said, “It’s all right, Uncle Jacob. Go first and leave Miss Flora and me alone for a bit.”
Jacob thought for a while, then turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.
Without saying anything, I drew back my stool and sat down.
The ward is absolutely silent.
Flora caught my eye. Her lips were chapped, and she had a thin face. Looking at this, it seemed like she was determined about not living.
Sometimes a woman is really sad. If she loses her love, her life becomes less important.
I am really afraid that I will become such a virtue one day, which is really terrible.
“Actually, Cheney doesn’t love me.” I speak faintly.
Flora’s eyes moved and finally opened them to me.
Her voice was weak. “Stop lying to me, you’d better go.”
I said, “I’m not lying.”
“I know Cheney, and he won’t marry a woman he doesn’t love.”
“Then you should also know that he has a heavy sense of responsibility.”
She stared at me with godless eyes, as if she wanted to hear my reasons.
I smiled. “Our marriage is a deal. My father was the designer of the Cross River Bridge six years ago. He died with the blame of the whole world. To avenge my father, I drugged Cheney’s wine and cooked it with his raw rice. It was my first night, and I used that responsibility to make him marry me. Then, with his help, my father’s affairs were vindicated. I am very grateful to him, in his side, I have never had the respect and love, because of him, my life has changed different. Originally, I was going to live with him all my life, but now you are awake. ”
I said, exhaling, “I know how Cheney feels about you, He must also want to divorce me and marry you, but… because I am his woman, he can only be responsible to me, and he is probably waiting for me to take the initiative to let go, but I am somewhat reluctant. You should know that people are selfish, and it is difficult to adapt to the old days when they are used to such a rich and expensive life.”
She frowned. “Why are you telling me this?”
“Just now, your father came to ask me to save you. He did not hesitate to kneel down for you.”
Her pupils shrank and there was mist in her eyes.
I smiled. “My father was forced to die for me, too. I can’t bear to see Uncle Jacob like this. Flora, cheer up and take good care of yourself, because I have made a promise, so I can’t say what I am willing to quit. However, I am willing to give the three of us a chance. If Cheney chooses you in the end, I will quit and give him back to you. I will never break my promise.”
I left the room and saw Jacob with a feeble smile. “Flora’s mood should be much more stable now.
Please advise her to eat something.”
He nodded quickly and bowed to me.
I don’t know how I got out of the hospital.
I got back into the car and raised my eyes to the sky. It was a bet that had to lose.
My tears flow uncontrollably when I think about these things.
I don’t want to cry, yet for some reason, sadness is flooding out from the deepest parts of my heart.
I’m not even sure I can control my sadness.
Obviously, I know in my heart that leaving is the best option.
It is also Cheney’s best reward, yet my heart is still painful.
I sobbed and laughed, and I was definitely insane.
All morning, I drifted off in the construction site.
Quincy passed me many times, and I didn’t even notice.
At noon, Quincy said with a cold face, “Krista, come here for a minute.”
I put down my papers and walked up to him. “Mr. Quincy, what can I do for you?”
“You don’t have to come if you keep working on the construction site with the same attitude as this afternoon.”
“Did I make any mistakes?” I was worried.
He frowned and said, “Your biggest mistake is not paying attention. You’re typically a serious person. What exactly happened this afternoon?”
I breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him, saying, “You scared me, Mr. Quincy. I thought I’d made some serious mistakes.”
He snorted and said, “You, on the other hand, have a lot to learn from your father. Even if your father is in a bad mood, he will arrive at the construction site with a spirit of 120, 000 and his work will not be affected.”
“Yes, yes, Mr. Quincy’s lesson is that Krista is taught.”
“Krista, in our line of work, we can’t be sloppy, and we can’t treat it casually. This is a life-“Krista, we can’t be sloppy in our line of work, and we can’t take it lightly. This is a project that might put your life at risk. You know, I don’t want to see you at the construction site this afternoon.”
“I’m really sorry; I’ll make things right.”
Mr. Quincy tapped me on the shoulder and encouraged me to leave.
I hesitated for a while before saying, “Mr. Quincy.”
“Is there anything else?” he said, looking back at me.
ill you agree if… I mean, if I decide to leave this project?”
He looked at me and said after half a ring, “Is something wrong with you?”
I smiled at him and shook my head. “Nothing, I just asked casually. If one day, I suddenly want to enjoy happiness and don’t come to the construction site, don’t be angry with me. The Dragon Bridge is my father’s most beautiful dream. I hope you can help him realize this dream completely.”
He shook his head and walked forward. “Smelly girl, she said crazy things.”
But I know that Quincy is a knife-mouth tofu heart, and Quincy understands my words.
I smiled and went back to the RV. After lunch, I sat by the window and shook my mind. I thought a lot about it.
After two o’clock, I picked up my mobile phone and dialed Cheney’s number.
“Cheney, are you free this afternoon?”
“Something?”
“Well, if you don’t have time, it’s fine. If you have time, it’s fine.”
Shaked his head. “Go ahead, what do you want?”
“I’m feeling a little down. “Would you like to go out with me if you have time?”
“Where?”
“Let’s go on a date, I’ve been working recently, and my head was not working.”
He laughed. “You’ve got a bad head.”
Why do you go after people on a personal level?”
“Do you want me to pick you up?”
I was a little surprised and shocked. “Are you in deal?”
“You’re licking your lips while looking for me. “Can I still say no?”
I sipped my lips and smiled, too. I seldom took the initiative to ask him to do something with me.
“Well… let’s go to the movies.”
“You think of something strange again.”
“This time, let’s go to a serious cinema, shall we?”
“Wait, I’ll pick you up.”
“No, I’ll find you.”
I hung up the phone, ran into the construction site, said hello to Quincy, and left.
After meeting Cheney at the Fischer group, he drove me to the cinema.
I wanted to go to see a movie with him like an ordinary person, but he made a reservation.
I am depressed. It is really difficult to stand with him and think about living an ordinary life.
Cheney wondered, “Didn’t you want to see a movie? Why, dissatisfied?”
I pointed to the people who were entering the stadium over there. “I want to see that movie.”
He frowned. “Don’t you squeeze?”
I was unhappy pouting, “One person has a seat, where will it be crowded?”
He shook his head and smiled. “Then I’ll buy the ticket again.”
Seeing that he let me go like this, I smiled. When he bought the ticket, I went to buy a bucket of popcorn.
When watching movies, I sit in the crowd and feel my ordinary.
After I ate up the popcorn, I took his hand.
Coming out of the cinema, it’s already after five o’clock.
Cheney said, “We are eating out at night. What do you want to eat?”
I don’t want to say, “Let’s go eat hot pot.”
He stared at me. “Eat again?”
“Yes, after eating hot pot that day, my greedy insects were hooked up. Let’s be careful not to be photographed, OK?”
I smiled as he nodded, then took his arm and walked downstairs.
It’s the same spot as last time, the hot pot, but this time I found a private room to prevent being seen by others.
Before eating, I told him a lot of cold jokes.
I can eat two, but there’s no reason for me to cry since they’re “Good spicy…”
Cheney handed over the paper towel. “Is there something wrong with you?”
I suddenly smiled, took the paper towel, wiped my tears, and laughed, “What can I do? I eat too much, and it’s spicy.”