(Preface)

Dad passed away.

The news came by an international mail.

The address was my school.

The letter was written by my mother, and the handwriting was heavy.

The content was simple, only the time of Dad's death.

Not even details were mentioned.

Incidentally, it also blamed me for why my phone was off.

I took out my own cell phone, no text message, no phone.

Now I remembered that I had a cell phone from home that was in a drawer in my apartment.

The reason for not wanting to contact was very simple.

If there is a multi-billion dollar dad.

If Dad's picture appears in magazines, on websites, on TV, he can be seen in almost all kinds of places in the country.

And he still has me, a useless son.

Of course, the useless here is just that I am not good enough.

No matter how many hundred exams I take, no matter how many awards I get.

It is also impossible to exceed my father one percent.

Later, the second generation of the rich, the second generation of officials pit father of the news a lot.

In order to less negative news, I was thrown by my father to the other hemisphere of the earth.

Thrown in this in the country have not even heard of the name of the aristocratic university.

Until today, my dad passed away.

(I)

I did not take a leave of absence, did not skip class.

I finished the day seriously.

I was the only Chinese person here.

When my tablemate, and best friend.

Asked me what the letter from China was about.

I was silent, and I said with a bitter smile that it was a love letter.

But my best friend looked at the Chinese "love letter" for half a day.

I handed the letter to him, I knew he could not even read a word.

I remember when I first came here, he asked me how to write the Chinese word for dragon.

When I wrote it to him, he said he had to take out his phone and look it up for half a day.

Pointing to the traditional dragon on the game character's clothes in the screen, he said, "This is the Chinese "dragon".

I didn't know how to explain.

The letter was opened by him.

He looked at himself for a long time, and handed the envelope back to me.

With a bored face, he asked me how the girls did not put a picture of themselves.

I could only smile helplessly and explain to him that Chinese girls are more conservative and introverted.

He smiled and said, "I think we Chinese are much more romantic than we French."

And I could do nothing but smile.

(II)

After school, I went back to my apartment.

I don't know when my father bought this place.

The houses in the city are particularly expensive no matter where they are.

Let alone a downtown apartment.

The first day I came here, I took out my domestic cell phone from the cabinet that I had never opened.

It's been two years, and the newest phone of the year has become an antique.

The moment I pressed the on button, I was extremely apprehensive.

One second, two seconds. Five seconds, ten seconds.

I thought it was probably out of battery.

I glanced at the interface and it was the old interface.

I started looking through the various drawers and finally saw the charger in one drawer.

I plugged in the charger and waited anxiously.

In about three minutes, I anxiously turned on the phone.

After a few moments of silence, it was a few text messages from my mom that jumped in.

Mom too, how could I still use my domestic number when I was abroad.

But it's true, they don't even know my foreign number.

And since I hadn't been home in two years, I dialed my mom's number.

"Luqiao? Yes?" Mom said.

"Well, Dad's gone?" I said faintly.

No sound, followed by a small sob.

"Overwork, heart attack." Mom said.

"It's for me to go back, isn't it?" I said.

"It's two days to the first day, so come back soon. My grandmother and grandfather are making a lot of noise." Mom said.

"Trouble? What's going on?" I said.

"It's not clear on the phone, we'll talk about it when we get back." Mom said anxiously.

I hung up the phone.

(III)

Booked a flight from Paris to Beijing that night and sent the information to Mom.

After packing some luggage, I realized how easy it was to leave here.

But two years ago, I didn't even want to go back for the New Year.

I packed all the things I could take away.

I can't believe that only half of the suitcase was full.

I sorted through it again, but there was still so much stuff.

I thought about what I had left behind.

Oh yeah, I couldn't forget to ask for leave.

I picked up my phone and realized I didn't even know the teacher's number.

I called the only number in my phone that might work.

Yes, it was my desk mate and best friend.

Beep beep beep~

"Can I help you?" The voice of my desk mate came out.

"I'm going back home." I said.

"In such a hurry? Does a letter have so much magic power? It seems which girl must be beautiful, the photo. Remember to come back and bring me pictures." The same table said.

"Okay, I want to take a leave of absence for me." I said.

"How many days does it take?" The same table said.

I was silent for a moment.

An exhale.

"The longest that it can. How long can it be?" I said.

"Half a month, I think. Any longer than that and you'll need a hospital certificate. I'm getting curious, what kind of girl is so attractive?" The same table said.

"A childhood friend, right?" I said, and I used Chinese. Because I didn't know how to translate the phrase.

"Kiss? Kiss without a pig? A girl's name?" The tablemate said the idiom in this broken Chinese.

I laughed, "Well, there's no time for that. I have a plane to catch."

I hung up the phone after that.

(IV)

Thirteen hours of flying.

I was asleep for almost half of it.

I couldn't sleep much until later.

I was in first class and I thought it was such a long flight.

If it wasn't first class I wouldn't have had such a good sleep.

It was very quiet around me, which made me think of my dad.

His name is Anson Chen and my name is Chen Luqiao.

I heard that when my grandmother gave birth to my dad, it went well.

I didn't feel any pain at all, and when I was sent out of the ward Grandma held Dad with a calm face.

And Daddy cried in floods.

Grandpa therefore left the original name, what Chen Dalong, Chen Cannon behind.

He began to think of Anson Anson, a peaceful birth.

Chen Ansheng then became my father's name.

And my dad was really great, all very well behaved as a child.

I do not know if it is famous after the rendering and exaggeration.

Or just that good.

In fact, Dad just married that time or very poor.

But he worked very hard, from working for others.

To the first own store, to later a chain of hotels.

In the switch to real estate, everything seems to be self-taught.

Everything in the family is a little bit of dad to fight out.

Until the hotel listing, real estate sales.

Then switch to cell phones, electrical appliances, cars.

Opening a foundation, donating to Project Hope.

To various speeches, TV talk shows.

Then to press conferences, and investment in hope schools.

It's like nothing can be difficult for him.

(V)

The plane landed safely.

Just after I got off the airport, someone was waiting for me early.

It was actually Uncle Fu, who came to be the driver himself.

Usually he is only responsible for taking care of my father, but now he can come to pick me up, which explains the situation.

"Uncle Fu, how long has it been since we've seen each other?" I said.

Uncle Fu smiled and said, "Young master, it's been a few years."

"My dad's business." I said.

Uncle Fu's original smile disappeared and he slowly said, "Young master, the old man is gone. It was very sudden, and I didn't believe it at the time."

"How did he die?" I said immediately.

Uncle Fu stammered and said, "Heart disease, young master or listen to the madam. Now the madam and the old lady are making a lot of noise over the old man's remains."

"Isn't Dad dead? What else is the commotion?" I asked, puzzled.

"This.... I'm an outsider really can't talk. The young master should just go to the house and see for himself and understand." Uncle Fu said awkwardly.

"Understood, Uncle Fu." I said.

The car drove for a long time and arrived at the home in the second ring.

Very calm, but of course I knew it was before the storm.