When he arrived home alone, he didn't let Leizi follow.

My father looked coldly at the blood stains on my head, face, and body, as well as the blood slowly oozing from the wound, and said calmly, "What's wrong?"

Under normal circumstances, an ordinary father sees his child's face covered with blood, even if he is not as nervous as his mother, he will come forward and ask about the reason and ins and outs of the matter. Although I had imagined countless possible scenarios and considered countless ways to deal with my father's questioning, as the saying goes, "A little family sparrow can't fight an old thief", and there is nothing wrong at all.

I can't grasp where the veins of my father's thinking are!

In fact, from my heart, I still hope that my father can care more about me, even if it is superficial concern, or verbal excuses, no matter how I say it, I am also a child, with a heart, a liver, and feelings, and I am hurt and wronged, and I also need to be comforted in my heart.

However, the expected never comes.

"I just put on my glasses and couldn't get used to it, I fell and dropped my glasses......" When I was ready to tell my father about the cause, process, and result of the incident in 1510, and won his sympathy with a "bitter love play", my father grabbed the most sensitive sentence - the glasses fell off!

My father then interrupted me directly: "The glasses have fallen off, take them off and I'll take a look!"

I suddenly lost the desire to continue the narrative, took off my glasses, handed them to him, and suddenly felt a little bored in my heart, lost, sad, and uncomfortable...... Maybe both!

I stood in front of him in a daze, watching him hang me aside, sitting on the stool and fiddling with my glasses back and forth, not caring about my "life or death" at all, and the taste in my heart was a little more bitter than chewing Coptis chinensis!

My eyes were a little glazed, and I let the wound on my head keep dripping blood, and I walked with my mind, and said, "Are the new glasses in your heart so important, more important than my injury?"

"Now I finally know what it means to be 'hard-hearted'!"

Wronged, really aggrieved, watching him "like a treasure" flipping over and over to check whether the glasses are in good condition, whether there is a strange very serious demeanor, I thought: "If only I were also 'worth some money'! At least in my father's eyes, there is still some value!"

"Who makes himself so 'cheap' that he really can't measure his value with money? So, according to this logic, my mother and sister are also 'worthless' in the eyes of my father!"

At this moment, I realized that I finally understood the true meaning of my father's value of "money is heavier than light"! That is, whether the specific value can be measured by RMB!

After about 20 minutes, my father made sure that the glasses were not broken and that there was no problem, and finally stopped.

I kept looking at him, and the wound on his head seemed to have stopped bleeding and slowly coagulated and scabbed over the length of time.

My father grabbed the two "legs" of the glasses with both hands, gently placed them on the table, and finally "remembered" that I was still by his side, and asked, "What the hell is going on?"

"Hey, hey, that's good!" I was a little excited in my heart, and I was a little happy, isn't this question the beginning of the "bitter love drama" that I have been preparing for a long time?

It seems that preparing in advance can still make a big difference!

So, I "reprocessed" the process of wrestling just now, and "added oil and vinegar" to a wonderful interpretation of "winning sympathy and attracting people's attention", coupled with the "reality show makeup" on my head, face and sleeves, and the tragic situation worse than "Yang Bailao" was vividly displayed under my improvisation!

In order to add authenticity and credibility, I also added the plot of Lei Zi discovering me and helping me in the self-directed and self-acting "Tragic Story", so that Lei Zi also made a cameo in my story! Of course, just to add a protifier!

In the end, even in order to make the plot more realistic, I also "moved" the props I carried with me, tears.

I hope to get sympathetic feedback from my father, the only "audience", and hope that my father can release a little bit of the "pebble" on the "mountain of father's love", so that I can have a balanced comfort in my heart.

ushered in the father's routine "greetings to the elders" and a cold sentence that made people chill all over the body: The glasses are fine, just fine!