Rong Si kept his eyes lowered, watching the parrot in the cage...
You said it could learn human language, but does it really understand the meaning behind the words?
If it can understand, can it also see through to the sorrow in their hearts?
It only tilted its head, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, looking entirely bewildered and clueless, curious yet puzzled...
"Old man... are you tired?"
Old Madam Rong suddenly asked, her voice thick with sobs.
Rong Si turned his head slightly to look at Madam...
The begonias behind her had not yet bloomed, and already the weather had turned cold. Who could say for sure whether this year's begonias would bloom or not?
"Old man, when Ah Jing comes out, let's just live a steady, peaceful life as a family, all right?"
"..."
The tears brimming in his wife's eyes slid down her cheeks; the plea in her gaze made Rong Si's heart feel as if it were being scratched by a cat's claws.
