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I still passed the corner of the garbage can, but this time instead of turning right, I went straight ahead. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Walking through a gap between two buildings, the first building number that catches your eye is the old man's house.

The old grandfather's surname is Zhao, his name is unknown, and he saw a son come back with his wife and children to visit during the New Year's holidays.

According to Grandpa Zhao, his wife died a long time ago, and he has been widowed and lonely for decades, and he has long been used to it.

It's just that I can't understand why my wife dies so easily? Is Daddy's wife too? Why is it that I am so old and still haven't seen my father's wife.

I was supposed to be called Mom, but Mom never showed up and didn't give me such a chance.

There is always a little sadness when he thinks about this, but he still likes to come to Grandpa Zhao, because it reminds him to remember that he is a person with a mother, but he doesn't know why he hasn't seen it.

He was afraid of forgetting something, like he always had to talk to his father, and every time he spoke, he had to call him daddy, even though he always ignored him. He was afraid that one day he would forget that the man lying in bed was his father.

It's a very contradictory topic, but it's true, because my dad is so different from other people's dads, and my own life is very different from other children.

My own homework is assigned by my father, but the homework of other children's children is assigned by the school. At first, he longs to play in a place where there are many children, but over time, he realizes that he and they can't seem to play together.

They especially like to cry, cry when they fall, cry when they are robbed of toys, and cry when they can't eat delicious lollipops. Drink Mo didn't understand why this was and why they liked to shed tears so much.

It is true that Yinmo once couldn't resist the temptation and went to the convenience store to buy a lollipop, which was really delicious and exceptionally sweet. But you don't have to cry if you lose your lollipop.

It took him a week to eat the lollipops bit by bit, and he hasn't bought them since.

Since then, he doesn't like to play with the kids anymore.

The journey was at the foot, and Yinmo came to Grandpa Zhao's door in a minute, knocked softly, and then stood quietly at the door and waited.

Soon, an old man with gray hair and sideburns came out to open the door. His face was kind, and the corners of his eyes showed a warm emotion.

"Grandpa." Drink Mo called softly.

"Well, come in." Grandpa Zhao stroked the little watermelon head that drank Mo, and then said affectionately.

Grandpa Zhao is a lonely man. Even if you have been used to it for decades, it does not mean that you will not feel lonely, but you have become numb to the pain that reaches the depths of your soul. So one day when he saw the child Yinmo, he was very happy.

He had met his father once, and under his long hair and messy beard, he should have had a clean young face, but he didn't know what kind of story made him the person he is now.

A person lives a lifetime, and naturally sees many things thoroughly, and he knows that his own words alone cannot open the dead knot in the hearts of young people. Maybe it will never be opened, but this is fate, and no one is powerless to change it.

All he can do is to have time to take care of this child. He also has his own grandchildren, but the flowers under the greenhouse, no matter how you look at them, are not as beautiful as the flowers in the sun and rain. Even though there is a blood relationship, Grandpa Zhao still likes to drink more.

Just like now, when he sits on the small bench mountain in a regular manner and looks at the chess table meticulously, Grandpa Zhao will be very pleased.

"Drink Mo, when my grandfather went out yesterday, I happened to meet the owner of the grain shop downstairs who married his daughter-in-law and gave me some candy. You also know that grandpa has a little high blood sugar and doesn't dare to eat these, so drink Mo and help grandpa eat it, remember to give some to your dad. ”

Yu Mo lowered his head and took a step of chess, and then raised his head, smiled with a childish face, and said sweetly "Thank you, grandpa".

In fact, he knew that his grandfather deliberately bought him the candy, and the son of the owner of the grain shop downstairs got married a month ago. He doesn't poke big things, but just accepts them gladly.

He sometimes helps Grandpa Zhao with some housework, or cooks a meal, and when he cooks some food suitable for the elderly at home, he will also bring it to Grandpa Zhao to share.

"Grandpa, I'm a general, you don't have a chance. Hey hey"

Yin Mo actually likes to laugh very much, but he doesn't have many opportunities to laugh, because in the silent environment at home, he is afraid of disturbing his father.

When Grandpa Zhao heard this, he looked at the chess game seriously again, and then confirmed that he really had no chance of turning the tables, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile, and said: "Drinking Mo is really advancing by leaps and bounds, I used to win, but now at the end of the day, I can't win a game." The hero is a teenager, and the grandfather is old. ”

An old man and a young man talked and laughed, as if they had forgotten the New Year's friend, and it was very peaceful. Time flies by in a peaceful atmosphere, and it doesn't take long for it to be time to go home.

Say goodbye to Grandpa Zhao, take the bag of candy, and go home with a steady pace.

In fact, there are already a lot of candies in the house, all of which were given to him by Grandpa Zhao for various reasons, but Yinmo really ate it once from beginning to end, and he put the rest away.

It's delicious but it doesn't have to be eaten, and if you have tasted it, it will always be a beautiful taste in your memory. If you get used to it, it becomes less beautiful, and you will feel sad when you drink it.

Carrying a candy bag, on the way home, suddenly three teenagers appeared from the middle of the road, looking older than Yinmo, two of them were still round and extremely fat.

They stood in the middle of the road, blocking the way of the drinker.

Yu Mo raised his eyebrows, and his eyes moved slightly.

"Poor boy, give the candy in your hand to the boss, or we will beat you."

Yin Mo is no stranger to the three people in front of him, because they often wander around in this community, and when they are fine, they always like to bully the girls who are out of school together, or the stones on the side of the road are thrown at the cats and dogs.

Drink Mo didn't like them very much, because they didn't seem to be likeable.

"The sugar is mine, why should I give it to you. I didn't provoke you, so why did you beat me? ”

Yin Mo asked two whys, proving that he wanted to be reasonable, because the poetry books he had studied all said this, and he would naturally not do anything that did not make sense, nor would he compromise.

The little boy who spoke was stunned when he heard this, and his face immediately became gloomy. The three of them slowly approached Yinmo, and then the corners of their mouths pulled out a very hideous smile.

They have a choice in bullying people, those who are bigger than themselves will not choose, and those who are rich in the family will not choose. They will only choose weak girls or stray cats and dogs that no one will take over, because then they will not worry about someone coming to the door after they have done something bad.

This is a lesson learned from being beaten by their parents several times, so they believe in it. And they have also investigated the drinking Mo in front of him, he seems to have a father, but he is nothing, the poor in the family can't even afford to go to school, and he is not as old as himself, so he naturally won't worry about what will happen after being bullied.

Walking slowly to the front, the young man who spoke didn't even want to speak, and was about to push and drink.

In his opinion, if he couldn't resist a gentle push, he would definitely fall to the ground.

But when his palm was imprinted on Yinmo's chest and he began to exert force, he found that it was not the same thing at all.

No matter how hard he tried, Yinmo stood motionless, like a nail under his feet.

The boy's brow furrowed.

Yu Mo lowered his head, looked at the palm on his chest, and raised his eyebrows even more.

He doesn't like strangers touching his body, perhaps because it has become a habit to live alone.

He thought of the cute dogs who fled in a hurry when he saw these three teenagers, and the beautiful girls who cried while walking home, and suddenly felt a trace of anger in his heart.

These people are so annoying, looking at the smiles on their lips is more disgusting than the rats running around in the corridors.

So he grabbed the palm that the boy had placed on his chest with the palm that he was not carrying the bag, and then flipped it slightly hard, and heard a roar that cracked his lungs.

The young man hurriedly pulled out his palm, held the arm that looked a little depressed and had a piercing pain, and immediately burst into tears, and the cry shook the sky, so that the two partners on the side were shocked.

Drink Mo shifted his gaze to the two of them.

They looked at each other, and then immediately turned around and ran away with a strange scream, not even the robot toy in their hands, not even the screaming teenager.

The boy was still crying bitterly, and stood there with his eyes closed at the horn, as if he had been greatly wronged.

Yin Mo shook his head, passed by the young man, and headed home.

He said that he and these children really can't play together, and he has to cry at every turn, he just let his arm dislocate, why does he have such a big reaction.

When I did my homework, the pain I suffered was many times more miserable than this, but I didn't shed tears.

Is it true that they are only taught how to cry in their school?

Yu Mo suddenly felt a little confused, he found that in this matter, he was really inferior to them.

(To be continued)

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