Recalling the romantic scene of looking at An An and them during the day, I am really envious, handsome boyfriend, beautiful heroine, red rose, Bibi is embarrassing, I am happy for them, but, what about me?

I'm a little scared of emotional things, it's a shadow of my childhood. I crave it, but fear it. I didn't dare touch it because it had broken my mother's heart......

I'll never forget that afternoon.

That year, I was 11 years old, and on the fifth day of the National Day holiday, I was home alone, sitting on a small bench and doing my homework, when the door of the house was pushed open, and a ray of sunlight was projected on me, and I looked up at the door.

That's Dad, I rushed over and called him, I haven't seen him for a long time, Mom and Nanny Aunt Wang both said that Dad was very busy, and when Dad came home every day, Wenwen had already fallen asleep, so I couldn't see Dad. When I grew up, I realized that those were all words that my mother comforted me.

I rushed to my dad and threw myself into his arms, shouting to him with joy, and I thought he would hug me tightly like he did when he was a child, and then circle in circles with joy, and then I laughed like a silver bell.

But today, no.

Dad is stiff, not so much stiff as embarrassing.

Just as I was happily nestled in his arms, a small voice sounded behind him.

"Let go, let go of my daddy!" was a little boy's voice, but it shook me like a thunderbolt.

Dad crouched down, held my face, and looked at me, his eyes wandering, as if he was saying something to me, but he didn't say anything. Then, he hugged me and walked upstairs.

Looking at his father's back and going upstairs, the little voice sounded again.

"Who are you, and why do you call me daddy?"

I looked at it in a daze, then I ran over and pushed the little boy and shouted, "That's my daddy!

A tall figure ran in from outside the gate, pushed me away, and went to hug the little boy who was crying, I was pushed by the woman, and one of them did not stand firmly, and hit the handrail of the stairs, and a blood mark came out of my shoulder, and I watched the blood slowly seep out, and I also cried and shouted, "You are not allowed to call me Daddy, you are not allowed to call me Daddy." ”

Just as I was crying hoarsely, there was a sound of footsteps coming down from the stairs, and my father stopped beside me, and I sobbed and tried not to cry, because my mother had said that my father didn't like to smell and cry, and he pressed the skin around my wound with his big warm hands, and sighed, but instead of bandaging me, he held my face again

"I heard that I was obedient, I will live with my younger brother and Aunt Lu in the future. ”

"Dad, don't you want to sniff and Mom?" I asked.

"Daddy wants to smell it. She touched my wound again.

"What about Mom?"

He didn't answer me, but he forgot about me for a long time, his eyes twinkling.

About a minute later, a woman's impatient voice came from outside the door, "Cheng Zuotian, are you finished?!

Dad, instead of leaving immediately, looked at me for more than ten seconds, then kissed me lightly on the forehead, touched my wound again, and left without looking back. I chased out the door, crying "Daddy!" and he strode into the car dragging his luggage. The car sped away. I chased after me for a long time, but I was too small, the road was too long, and after a while the car disappeared at the end of the road, and I crouched on the side of the road and started crying.

When I almost fainted from crying, my mother's gentle hand tightened her arms around me.

It turned out that my mother was not on a business trip, but just silently watched on the side of the road and watched my father take his things from home. Mom hugged me tightly and didn't speak, but I felt a few hot streams drip into my hair, and she cried......

Mom is a well-known reporter, in the past ten years, running all over the place, rushing to the front line of reporting, but after my father left, she never went out to the interview scene, she took a long leave to accompany me at home, at that time I really thought she was to accompany me, but then I understood that she was healing.

Just when she desperately rushed to the forefront of the report again and again, a woman quietly entered her father's life, and they had a child, when the child needed to go to school, the paper could no longer contain the fire, and finally my father had a showdown with my mother, saying that he wanted to leave us and start a new family, and my mother also begged him not to leave, and for me not to leave, but my father did not look back, and since then, I have relied on my mother for my life.

In the years that my mother raised me alone, I often heard her crying in the middle of the night, and often saw her tormenting herself due to insomnia, so my mother resumed work after a long vacation for more than a year, but from rushing to report, it became a behind-the-scenes work, over the years, there have been many men pursuing him, I have also met a few strange men who came to the door with flowers in hand, but they were rejected by my mother, Aunt Wang said, my mother was hurt emotionally.

In order not to let my mother worry about me, I have been studying hard and getting excellent grades over the years, and I was also admitted to the Department of Journalism of the National People's University as I wished, determined to pursue the journalism career that my mother loved.

When I entered college life, although I had only been enrolled for less than a year, the boys who pursued me were able to form a football team. But whenever I touch "love", I ...... Like a snail, cover yourself with a heavy shell on your back.

Love, two words, is the knot in my heart!