Fleur had an unhappy childhood.
When Fleur was a child, her father left the house for no reason; Since then, she has disappeared from this world without a trace. Fleur remembers that in the days when her father was gone, her mother was in tears every day; Many creditors come and go from home with only one face and ask for money.
The house was seized by the court and there was no more money in the bank. My mom started selling clothes over the counter in department stores to earn money to support her family. Under great pressure, her mother's hair kept falling out. Lotus often swept her hair clean while her mother was cleaning. Fleur was so scared that her father was gone and her mother was leaving her again. It was this nightmare that forced Fleur to grow up, and in her little mind, her father was a heinous villain who abandoned Fleur and her mother and left them with a heavy burden of life.
Seven years later, Grandma died and a man suddenly appeared at the funeral. The man, wearing sunglasses, stands in the funeral procession with filial piety on his arm. Although she hadn't seen her for years, Fleur knew it was her father, who gave birth to her but didn't support her. She took her mother's hand and left her grandmother's funeral. The mother and daughter finally had a new life, and Fleur didn't want the man to interfere with their family.
However, a few days after the funeral, the father, led by his uncle and friends, walked into Fleur's house. It was a sweltering autumn. Fleur came home from school and found several pairs of men's shoes on her doorstep. The precocious Fleur guessed it was her father. She stood outside the door and looked at the men's shoes.
Because of her father, she hated all boys. She thinks the children are rude and irresponsible. But when she looked at the shoes, she felt a strange playfulness. She picked a pair of shoes that most resembled her father's and tucked them into them. The shoes were stuffy and hot. There was a lingering fishy smell. After so many years, she finally felt a little warmth from her father.
However, Fleur did not enter the house. She carried her school bag for a walk in a nearby park. In the ferocious autumn tiger, Fleur's heart is full of resentment. She recalls the days when she and her mother depended on each other over the years: relatives were far apart, they were afraid to borrow money; Neighbors forced them to move, and they feared troublemakers. These pains, these tortures, are all because Dad did not quit. She hated his father. She hated him for leaving their mother and daughter and leaving without saying anything. She hated him for not fulfilling his duty as a father, and now she was back to find their mother and daughter.
How Fleur longed for a father, however, she didn't want this man to leave her.
When I got home, my mom said dad was back. She said her father had quietly left because of a failed business and didn't want to drag their mother and daughter along. In recent years, her father has been doing business in Hong Kong and earning money to pay off debts, so he dares to contact them again. My mother said that although my father had another family in Hong Kong, she was also Fleur's biological father.
"No! He's not my father! I don't have a father!" Fleur said angrily that if Grandma hadn't died, he wouldn't have cared about us for the rest of his life, would he?"
Fleur talked back to her mother for the first time.
She didn't know what was wrong with her mother. Has she forgotten all the pain and loss of the past? Did the tears and hair that fell from her mother's eyes never happen? Fleur didn't understand, and didn't understand why her mother had calmly accepted everything. Didn't she have any complaints or complaints?
That night, Fleur had a menarche and her stomach hurt all night. Beads of pea-sized sweat covered her whole body coldly, and she groaned in pain; Mom hugged her and comforted her, but Fleur felt herself peeling off one by one.
In the late childhood, Fleur did not let her father return to her life. Instead, she even lost her mother as an ally.
Later, Furong's father occasionally returned to Taipei from Hong Kong and sat in the Furong home. However, Fleur was always far away from her father. She doesn't talk or say hello. When he was an invisible being. When her father gave her gifts, she piled them up in the living room. When a friend came home, she asked her friend to pick it up.
Mom hated Fleur, no way. She told Fleur that her father had loved her since she was a child and it would be sad to see her like this now.
"Where is he when I need him?" Fleur asked.
Fleur always seems to have no burden, in fact, she loves to have a burden. She loves people who feel like fathers and are willing to take care of her. She loved people who had wounds in their eyes, but they didn't say it easily. Fleur floats in love. When she doubted whether she had the courage to settle down, she became increasingly frustrated with loving and being loved.
Fleur hated her father, but she often felt that she lived for him.
Fleur has been doing well since she was a child. Since she started working, she has put a lot of effort into acting and made a huge contribution to the broadcasting career. As a child, she wanted to excel; She knew that her father could only notice her performance if he was exceptional, could see her everywhere, and could no longer ignore her. Fleur wanted her father to know that the daughter he had once given up was so good and irreplaceable.
The same is true for Hong Kong and Taiwan. Fleur wanted her father to know that she was also in Hong Kong, but she didn't contact him, she wanted her father to know that not everyone could say hello, she wanted to dance in her father's sight, but she wouldn't let him get close to her.
One night, as Fleur's chat show was coming to an end, the tour guide said she would pick up another listener hotline.
"It's Mr. Wang again." Hello, Mr. Wang. What are you trying to say?"
“...... Fleur, I'm my father..."
“...... Mr. Wang, I think you are wrong. Let's end our happy reunion tonight with music. Goodbye, friends..."
After the show, the sound lingered in Fleur's ears.
It's Dad. Hibiscus is for sure.
Fleur was happy. He finally noticed himself, but he vaguely felt something was wrong. For example, why does his voice sound so sad? It should be her, it should be her mother, shouldn't it?
In a trance, Fleur walked over to the front door of the radio.
"Fleur," said the counter lady, "an audience member surnamed Wang has left something here for us to pass on to you." ”
The lady at the counter took out a pink box and placed it on the counter.
Hibiscus froze.
She knew it was sent by her father.
Once upon a time she had given all her gifts to her friends, but today, one night in a foreign land, she suddenly had an impulse to open the gift. She wondered what her father would give her?
The answer has been revealed. In the cardboard box, a cool vanilla smell comes over the face, and the hibiscus is very sweet. It was a yellow apple ice cream, Hibiscus's favorite flavor.