The word "father" is a heavy word for me, I know the weight of that nickname, but I can't feel the responsibility and love in that nickname.

In the twenty years I lived, for as long as I can remember, I didn't have anything about fatherly love in my head.

I don't know what that kind of family affection is like.

To make matters worse, not only did I not have one, but I still have injuries.

I stood outside the crowd at the station, feeling the murderous aura, my father was always so impulsive, like an underage child.

Seeing that I was in a trance, Zhao Jun pulled my arm and asked, "What's wrong with you?" Do you know the person inside? ”

I nodded indifferently: "Don't you remember?" He's my dad! ”

Zhao Jun raised his head suddenly, looked at the crowd again, and then suddenly realized.

"Should we stop him? He has a knife in his hand, it's too dangerous! "Zhao Jun's mood is more anxious than mine.

"How? If we stop it, he could hurt us. ”

"He's your father, and he won't hurt you." Zhao Jun's voice was very unconfident.

"Have you forgotten how he scolded me half a year ago? He said I was a white-eyed wolf! There was anger in my tone, a hint of anxiety.

"So what do we do?"

"Call the police, you can only call the police." I affirmed.

As soon as the words fell, I took out my phone and pressed 110.

However, before I could make a call, the crowd in front of me suddenly began to stir, and everyone turned around and ran behind me, everyone with fear on their faces.

The dense crowd began to surge, like waves of Lang tide, bringing up the hot wind around them.

Gradually, in the gap between the crowd's evacuation, I saw my father wielding a machete at the old man who was arguing with him.

That scene was terrifying and speechless.

In the next five seconds, the crowd of onlookers screamed in fright and fled.

The father in front of him, holding a machete dripping with blood, stood stiffly next to the corpse, the body of the deceased was gushing with blood, the bright red, like a splashed ink painting, vivid and vivid.

I've never seen such a striking red, so big in red, but so fishy in the smell.

Slowly, the surrounding crowd disappeared, and the entrance to the station became empty little by little, and the debris on the ground and the summer breeze drifted around.

I'm still standing there, holding my phone.

The father in front of him dropped his arm, the green tendons on his arm continued to erupt, and the anger seemed to have turned into a struggle in his thoughts, he raised his head and looked at me five meters away.

The moment we looked at each other, my legs became numb, my thinking became dull, and I lost the ability to judge.

I haven't seen him kill anyone, maybe it's the first time he's killed, he's nervous, and I'm even more nervous.

Zhao Jun leaned on my side and held my hand stiffly, he wanted to drag me away, but I couldn't move.

In this way, time and sunlight had a chemical reaction above my head, and at that moment, I lost consciousness and felt like everything was fluttering.

I think I'm scared, helpless.

"Hurry up!" Zhao Jun's voice was a little anxious, and he dragged me desperately, but I was still faint in the light.

Zhao Jun shook my shoulder, he kept shouting at me, but I couldn't hear it, my ears were ringing, it was like a heat stroke.

One, two, three, four, five, six, my father's figure gradually approached me, his outline gradually cleared, his knife still dripping blood, his anger was terrifying.

I'm going to get out of here, I'm going to get out of here.

In a second, I suddenly woke up from the shock, I turned around, pulled Zhao Jun and ran in the opposite direction.

But is it too late?

The moment I turned around, Zhao Jun hugged me from behind, and at the same time, I heard Zhao Jun's low roar.

The sound seemed painful, as if something had pierced his chest.

I was finally there, and I heard the sound of metal piercing flesh, I heard the sound of blood, I heard the sound of tears falling down my heart.

Zhao Jun's face was in my neck, his eyes were slightly closed, and he was in pain.

I turned my head and saw that the long machete was stabbing Zhao Jun in the back, my father's right hand was on the hilt, and his mouth was still cursing, "You white-eyed wolf." ”

I held Zhao Jun in my arms, listening to his faint breathing, I cried, scared and heartbroken.

At this time, the father was pressed to the ground by two security guards behind him, and his face was pressed to the ground, dusty.

I supported Zhao Jun and cried uncontrollably: "Hurry up and hit 120!" Please, save Zhao Jun! Please! ”

My heart can't bear such a tragedy, please don't die, I beg you to wake up, this must be just a nightmare.

When the ambulance came, Zhao Jun was already unconscious, and the machete was still stuck in Zhao Jun's back, and the dazzling scene was shocking.

Zhao Jun's face was bloodless, his lips were blue, and his back was still bleeding.

After Zhao Jun was sent to the hospital, he went directly to the emergency room, and I squatted at the door of the emergency room, clutching my hair, not knowing what to do.

I was holding my phone, my hands shaking, and I was flipping through the phone book, not knowing who to call.

At this moment, I was not thinking of Fang Wenke, but of their mother.

I dug through the call log and found Fang Yun's phone number.

After the phone was connected, I explained Zhao Jun's situation to Fang Yun with a trembling voice, and after Fang Yun roared, he hurriedly drove to the town.

Then, I called my mother, and at this moment I needed her comfort.

When my mother heard this, she cried on the other end of the phone, she felt sorry for Zhao Jun, and she also mourned for my father.

She said that Zhao Jun must not have an accident, otherwise my mother and I will feel guilty all our lives, why don't I think so.

After hanging up the phone, I squatted at the door of the emergency room, waiting for the red light at the door to go out, and I prayed, praying that Zhao Jun was safe.

However, more than two hours have passed, and there is still no movement in the emergency room.

When Zhao Jun's mother Fang Yun arrived, there happened to be a doctor in the emergency room who came out to find someone.

After Fang Yun saw me and the doctor, she rushed over directly, and before I could ask, Fang Yun grabbed the doctor's shoulder, her eyes widened, and she yelled, "How is my son?" How is he? ”

The doctor was taken aback by Fang Yun's actions, and after he was stunned for a second, he hurriedly said, "This child needs a blood transfusion now, which of you two is his family?" ”

"Me! Please, save my son! Please! Fang Yun said pleadingly.

"Hurry up and get a blood transfusion!" The doctor shouted a shout.

After that, Fang Yun was taken away by the nurse, and I continued to squat at the door of the emergency room, feeling up and down.

"Zhao Jun will definitely be fine, as long as he can be safe, I can pay any price." I said this silently in my heart, hoping that God would help me once.