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"Are you sure? It's been so many years since you've seen your father. Could you be mistaken?" I casually pulled out a stool, gesturing for her to sit down and talk slowly. Then I poured a glass of water and handed it to her.
She covered her face with her hands and shook her head. "No, I'm not mistaken. I've been taking care of him since I was very young. His leg was disabled due to an earthquake. His left leg was amputated due to severe injuries at the time. Although his right leg wasn't amputated, it's basically crippled."
That night, Luo Qian still worked the late shift as usual, giving massages to the customers. At City South Bathhouse, massages are generally divided into three price ranges. For around ninety, you get a foot massage; for a little over a hundred, you also get shoulder and head massages for relaxation; and for a little over a hundred and twenty, you get the most expensive option, which includes the previous services as well as ear cleaning and nail trimming. Luo Qian confided in me that she prefers it when customers choose the first or second option. The reason is that the first option is less tiring, and the third option earns the most. The second option is a bit tiring and earns a little less.
Luo Qian just received two elderly gentlemen who chose the second pricing option. Because they are older, they need a stronger massage. If it's too light, they are not satisfied. So Luo Qian put in extra effort, and her arm was a bit sore after the massage. She shook her arm and asked the customer manager in the lobby if she could serve the foot massage customers next, and have other therapists take care of the other customers. The customer manager, a considerate young man, immediately agreed and told her to take a rest first. He would arrange it well.
About ten minutes later, Luo Qian received a call on her walkie-talkie from the customer manager. He said, " Luo Qian, you've got work. This customer seems to only want a foot massage. Remember to treat me to a meal later." Luo Qian was a bit confused, but she didn't have time to think too much. She grabbed her toolbox and hurried to the guest room.
The so-called guest room is actually a small single room, with relatively dim lighting and only a dim small table lamp. Inside the room, there is a massage chair and a foot bath tub. A TV is hung on the wall facing the massage chair, playing a boring TV drama. Luo Qian knocked on the door and walked in.
"Hello, I am the technician here to serve you," Luo Qian bent down and mechanically bowed to the other person.
The other person did not speak, and Luo Qian, who was used to this, was already accustomed to it. In this kind of situation, the other person would either be playing with their phone or watching TV, and would not pay attention to her. She silently squatted down, planning to wash the customer's feet first.
Luo Qian first rolled up the pants on the other person's right leg, wrapped them a few times, and then put the right foot into the foot bath. When her hand touched the right leg, she could feel that the muscles were relaxed, and it looked like it was covered in scars. Luo Qian felt a tremor in her heart, and then her hand reached for the pants on the left leg, but they were empty!
All the blood in her body seemed to receive a command and rushed to her brain, causing it to explode with a "buzz." It took her a while to regain her composure. Her head, heavy as if filled with lead, lifted and looked at him.
He was sitting on the massage chair, with a cane placed next to the chair. His stern face had two glowing eyes staring at her. He was Luo Qian's father, Luo Zhizhong. Over the past decade, he had become somewhat overweight, and the flesh on his face looked like ravines eroded by acid rain, making him appear even more ferocious. His hairline had receded to form an M shape.
He bent down and grabbed Luo Qian's collar. Looking at her, he said, "Do you remember me?"
Luo Qian stared at him blankly, forgetting to resist, and just said quietly, "How did you find me? What do you want?"
"Do you think you can escape from me? Huh? You've been living quite comfortably all these years." He let go of Luo Qian's collar, and Luo Qian sat down on the ground.
"What do you want?" Luo Qian asked in a slightly hysterical tone, lowering her voice.
"Your mother is dead, she's no longer useful, so she's dead. But I still have to keep living, do you understand? Next, you have to fulfill your duty. Understand?" He pinched Luo Qian's face and shook her.
"Get lost!" Luo Qian knocked his hand away and shouted.
"You don't need to be so agitated. We are father and daughter, you can't run away from me, you know? After so many years of not seeing each other, don't you miss your father?" Luo Zhizhong looked at her with a sly smile. Due to Luo Zhizhong's bronze skin, only his teeth and shining eyes could be seen in the darkness. "You should have saved quite a bit of money over the years. I haven't been in G City for long. Give me some living expenses first."
"What if I don't give it to you?" Luo Qian asked, lifting her head.
"Don't give it? If you don't, then let's just wait and see. I am your father, what do you want to do? Kill me?" He kicked the foot bath water basin, splashing water on Luo Qian's face. "I paid for it, wash my feet properly. You should know who caused me to lose my feet and legs. If it wasn't for you, would I be like this now?"
Luo Qian Tears welled up in her eyes as she lowered her head in silence.
"What happened in the end? How did it end?" I asked with concern. Luo Qian seemed to still be recalling the scene just now, her hand holding the water cup still trembling slightly.
"In the end, after washing his feet, he left. Before leaving, he said he would come to see me again next time. He asked me to prepare a few thousand yuan for him as living expenses," Luo Qian said dejectedly.
"What are you going to do? Should we call the police?" I asked after thinking for a moment.
"What's the reason for calling the police? Because he's extorting money from me for living expenses? Can the police handle this kind of thing?" Luo Qian said to me in pain.
"That's true, after all, he is your father. And he's also disabled, so it seems only right to support him with living expenses." I couldn't help but recall the psychology books I had read before. It seems that the concept of a father complex doesn't apply to everyone. This father and daughter not only failed to get along like normal people, but also turned against each other.
Suddenly, Luo Qian patted her thigh. "There's only one way now, give him some money, and then I'll quickly resign from City South Bathhouse. Go somewhere else. But I can't let him find me again. I don't want to see him again," Luo Qian muttered to herself, obviously having figured out a plan. After speaking, she looked at me. "Can you help me with this favor?"
"How can I help?" I asked.
"Lend me five thousand yuan, you go give it to Luo Zhizhong. And tell him not to come looking for me again, or else I won't be polite to him," she said to me.
"Me...I'm playing the role of your partner?" I asked.
"Yes, you are my husband. I want him to know that I'm not easy to bully, that I have someone with me," she said, even a little proud, smiling at me.
I looked at Luo Qian in front of me and suddenly felt a bit repulsed. It was as if a cockroach had crawled into my heart, and I suddenly felt disgusted.
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