Yu Chuanfeng and his mother parted on bad terms. They were both angry, and both felt wronged.
I saw Yu Chuanfeng lying on his bed, fiddling with the model airplane on his bedside table. I also saw his mother sitting on the sofa, pressing a hand to her forehead as she sadly shed tears.
Time passed quietly.
Yu Chuanfeng's father came home, his face almost as white as paper.
"You're back." Yu Chuanfeng's mother wiped her eyes and asked. Awkwardly, she stood up to get him some water. "I boiled some water earlier. It should have cooled down by now... You've been busy for a day and a night..."
I sensed something had happened. I went through the bedroom door and checked on Yu Chuanfeng. He was lying on the bed, tearing up a workbook and folding lots of paper airplanes, which were scattered all over the floor. It looked like he was all right for the time being.
I hurried to the living room to check on the couple.
They were in the kitchen.
Yu Chuanfeng's mother hadn't poured any water. A kettle and a glass sat beside her.
Yu Chuanfeng's father was still deathly pale.
He lowered his voice until he was practically whispering.
I had to move closer to hear him.
"...The old lady on the first floor. You—you know who I mean, right?"
"Hm?" Yu Chuanfeng's mother looked confused.
My heart gave a jolt.
"She's gone... The old lady's gone... We... The day I took Fengfeng to Zheng Wei's place..." The man grew anxious, beads of sweat gathering on his forehead.
But the woman still didn't understand. She looked surprised, with a hint of sadness. "The old lady's gone? She passed away? What a shame, she was such a good person... But she must have been