Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Dad! I'm back!"

In the car, Dialect took out his phone, dialed the familiar string of phone numbers in his memory, waited for the connection, and said this sentence.

"You're back? Are you not going to class?" Fang Jianguo came over with a hoarse voice.

"Where are you now? I'm here to find you..." Dialect said, without answering his father's question.

"I'm going home now, you go home, I'll wait for you at home." Fang Jianguo said, putting his phone away.

"Xiao Lin, look carefully, I'm home, my son is back!"

"Okay, go ahead, I'll just watch it!"

A faint voice came from the handset of the mobile phone, and the dialect smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go home directly, and you will get me my favorite braised pork at night!"

"Okay, okay, hang up first, I'll drive!" Hearty laughter came from the microphone.

Dialect put down the phone, wiped the corners of his eyes with his hand, looked at the bustling world outside the car window, and showed a smile.

Many times, you think that your father doesn't love you, but when you look back, you will find that the love your father gave you is as great as your mother's love.

Father's love is just different from the way of expression of mother's love. They are used to thinking about everything from the perspective of a man. They love children, but they are not good at expressing them. They want children to be self-reliant and independent, but they often only get misunderstandings by children.

But when you need it most, he will also be by your side, without you saying a word or explaining, they will do everything to protect you...

If a mother's love is a harbor, then a father's love is the mountain, heavy and solid...

…

Silent all the way, Dialect came to the bottom of his house, looking at the wall with some traces of time, as if he recalled everything that happened in this community.

With a smile, Dialect walked up the stairs. Although there was an elevator, his house was on the 5th floor, so he basically couldn't use it.

He came out from the corner of the stairs, then walked to the door, looking at the door that was open in front of him, his extended hand shrank back.

The neighbors were timid, and the dialect stopped in mid-air, but couldn't put it down.

"Squeak... acridine!"

The door slowly opened to the inside, bright, filling the slightly dark corridor space.

"You kid, you have no courage!" Fang Jianguo's figure appeared in front of Dialect, looking at him with a bit of reproach, "If I hadn't heard footsteps, I wouldn't have known you were back!"

Dialect smiled awkwardly, and withdrew his hand in mid-air, "Isn't that afraid?"

"What are you afraid of? This is your family. What are you afraid of!" Fang Jianguo glared at Dialect and took the thing in his hand, "I said what are you buying this thing for, I don't need it."

"It was given by others, it was given by others, yes, it was given by Qian Hui." Fang Yan said angrily, taking off his shoes, wearing a pair of slippers, and walking in behind his father.

…

"Why do you think you're back?" Fang Jianguo asked, pouring a glass of water from the water bottle, "Did you cause trouble? Or what?"

Dialect took a sip from the cup and replied, "No, I just want to come back and have a look. I don't think I will see you for a long time..."

"What's wrong?" Fang Jianguo raised his head and looked at his son seriously, only to realize some changes.

He became thinner, but also stronger, and his face also revealed some vicissitudes that did not belong to him, as well as a haggard and sadness hidden under his face.

"Professor Huang Zhenguo, you know!" Fang Yan sighed, "I am one of his students now."

Fang Jianguo nodded and said, "Are you going to follow an internship? Or what?"

"Almost! I made some gadgets, and I have to follow him for a while." Dialect said, "But in the past few months, maybe in the past few years, I may not be able to come back..."

"nation?"

Dialect nodded, took out a few documents from his backpack and put them on the coffee table, "These are all to read. Professor Huang specially asked me to bring them back for you to see."

"Hey! Don't look at it, your old man is a sensible man." Fang Jianguo waved his hand, "It's not like you didn't know that your grandfather came down from the battlefield."

"However, I don't know if you can make a phone call. If you can, I usually call back two more times." Fang Jianguo looked at the dialect and sighed.

Son, after all, he has grown up. He can no longer be like he used to be. His wings should be opened and he should fly in the sky that belongs to him.

"Okay, it's still no problem to make a phone call. Besides, it's impossible for the country to completely restrict my freedom of life." Fang Yan smiled, but there was a hint of loneliness in his eyes.

"Okay, let's not talk, how long are you going to go?" Fang Jianguo asked, showing a glimmer of hope.

"tomorrow…"

"Tomorrow..." Fang Jianguo murmured, "Alright, my grandpa and I will have a good meal tonight."

Fang Jianguo squeezed out a few smiles and said, but in his tone, there was a bit of disappointment and a bit of loneliness.

"Dad, it's time for you to find one." Dialect said.

He didn't know how long he could live, or how long he could stay with him, but he didn't want his father to be alone. He didn't dare to gamble on the slightest possibility that he could survive.

"What else are you looking for? It's such an old man, I can't find it." Fang Jianguo shook his head, "Besides, I don't want to look anymore!"

"No, Dad, you need to find one!" Fang Yan said forcefully, "I used to stop you, but now, I hope you find one."

Fang Jianguo looked at the serious dialect in front of him, and said in a daze, "Good boy, your wings are hard, now you have learned to teach your father a lesson!"

"No, I want a younger brother, or a younger sister." Fang Yan quibble, "I don't think the old Aunt Zhou was very good?"

"It depends on fate, it depends on fate." Fang Jianguo said embarrassedly, he did get very close to Zhou Yu, who was called Zhou Yu in the dialect's mouth, but he never thought about finding another one.

"Okay, let's look at the fate. If you feel like you, hurry up and find one. The boss is not too young. I'm waiting. My future sister or brother is gone..." Fang Yan said, looking at Fang Jianguo with contempt.

"If you don't find one, I won't find a girlfriend either!" Dialect continued in a fit of anger.

"Okay! Okay! Okay! Don't talk about it, I can't find it!" Fang Jianguo replied helplessly, "However, this kind of thing can't be talked about, take your time."

"I promise you, I will never forget it, but my daughter-in-law must be found!"

Dialect looked at his father who looked like an old urchin in front of him, and couldn't help laughing and laughing. Maybe it was the same sentence - the older you get, the more naughty you are.

…

Time passed slowly in small talk, until the night had come quietly.

The dishes that my father cooks are still the same as the original ones, but they have the best taste. What you can't eat outside is the taste of "home".

I didn't drink the wine. Dialect refused on the grounds that he had to catch a plane tomorrow. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com

I didn't say much, everything passed in peace...

Until the next day, before dawn, Dialect got up, put on his clothes, carried a backpack, and gently opened the door of his bedroom.

"Go?" A hoarse voice came from the sofa.

Dialect was stunned for a moment, but he no longer tiptoed, looking at his father through the dim light, showing a wry smile,

"gone…"

"Would you like me to send you off?" Fang Jianguo's voice was even more hoarse, and the circles around his eyes were slightly darker, making him even more haggard.

"They will wait for me outside the community."

"Okay!" Fang Jianguo replied, "Go ahead, remember to call my old man more, pay attention to safety, I have already lost your mother..."

"Well... OK." Dialect raised his head, his words seemed a little choked up, and tears began to flow down his cheeks.

Zhizi Mo Ruofu, even if the dialect didn't say anything, some unusual small actions have already made Fang Jianguo guess something.

"When you come back next time, you won't necessarily have a younger brother..."

Fang Jianguo looked at his child with a choked sob in his voice, "Go! Remember to go home!"

"Huh!" Fang Yan took a breath, wiped his eyes with his hand, nodded to his father, and looked around deeply, as if he wanted to engrave everything in his mind.

"I will return!"

He said, I don't know if it's for this world, this family, or myself...

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