Same.

Xiao Tu feels that his life is also dramatic, with a father who loves to steal food and is suave, and a mother who is always hysterical when she is depressed.

His home is also spent in quarrels, such as now.

Obviously there is a birthday cake on the table, obviously he has just blown out the birthday candles, and the family is still happily singing the birthday song, but the cake has just been cut-

"You can't move!"

"It's none of your business!"

"Why is it none of my business? I'm your wife! ”

"You are my wife, but you are just the person selected by my parents, we are just a combination of interests, it is better for everyone to leave no one alone!" The father was impatient.

"Xiao Jun, you have no conscience!" Father's indifference made my mother endless, "If it wasn't for our mother's family to help you get through the difficult time-"

"So, have I let any woman shake your position? That's the only thing I can do, don't think too much about the rest! The father interrupted the mother's words even more impatiently, and made it look like he was crossing the river and tearing down the bridge.

Xiao Tu looked at this scene coldly.

"Don't let other women shake my position? But you're ready to move out and live with someone else! "How could she bear it? How can you bear it?!

Just as the mother was entangled again, the father was pushed by the annoyance and irritation and pushed her to the ground.

He turned around coldly and found his son standing behind him, and a trace of embarrassment flashed on his originally gloomy face.

"Dad, do you want to eat cake?" Xiao Tu asked calmly as if he hadn't seen the scene just now.

At the age of eight, he was still small, malnourished, with a small face, a pointed chin, and soft black hair that made his complexion fairer, giving people an indescribable weakness.

As soon as he saw his son, who was not in good health, Xiao Jun's original cold and hard heart instantly softened: "Xiaotu is good, Dad is going to go far away......" I couldn't make it up, because of my son's calm and waveless eyes.

Xiaotu's health is not good, and the doctor said that he can't be stimulated too much, but how can an eight-year-old child not understand the emotional crisis that his parents are currently facing?

Suddenly, Xiao Jun hesitated a little.

He hurriedly took out a stack of cash from his wallet, "Xiaotu, what do you like?" Whatever you like, just buy it......" Suddenly, I wanted to make up for this child.

In the face of this only child, Xiao Jun's heart was full of guilt.

Especially now, his son looked at the stack of money coldly, pursed his lips, and kept silent, which made him sweat profusely.

is only an eight-year-old child, but people can't guess him at all.

Angry? Is it angry? The hard, precocious eyes, and the thin shoulders of his son always make people look particularly sad.

Xiao Jun held the hand that was holding the luggage and couldn't help but let go a little.

Maybe, maybe, for the sake of my son......

But.

"Xiaotu, say it quickly, let your dad not leave! If he abandons us, you'll have a heart attack! "Mom pushed him and ordered him.

Again? Just relying on the trump card that his son has a heart attack, he keeps blackmailing him? It's so annoying!

Suddenly, a wave of annoyance rose from the bottom of Xiao Jun's eyes, and the palm that had just been loosened immediately grabbed the pull of the suitcase again.

The change in his father's expression fell into Xiao Xiaotu's eyes one by one.

"You're really fascinated by the vixen!"

"Come back, you come back for me!"

"If you don't come back, our mother and son will die to show you!"

Sure enough, in the end, Ren's mother shouted again, but the father still strode away decisively, leaving only their mother and son with a back.

The father hurried away without looking back, and if he had turned back, he should have found the sneer in Xiao Xiaotu's eyes.

Heart, a little stuffy.

"Why don't you help me? Why not keep your dad? He obviously feels guilty about you, as long as you open your mouth to keep him, as long as you are willing to pretend to be sick as before, pretend to be inseparable, and pretend to be inseparable from him, he will definitely stay! Sure enough, his mother began to rant at him again.

He hates pretending.

Rubbing his chest, he sat down slowly, waiting for the sullen breath to ease by itself,

……

After my father left that day, he never came back, except for the fixed monthly living expenses in the account.

And the mother slowly turned from waiting and anticipation to despair, so she began to cry endlessly, and even began to hurt herself.

After giving birth to him, his mother has been a little slightly depressed, in fact, this is a mental illness, which can be cured through the care of her family, but the person she loves the most will only use her natural amorous behavior to stimulate her again and again.

Later, my mother didn't know where to hear it, and when she devoted herself to the Buddha, she could make her wish come true, so she began to have a room full of smoke and miasma.

My mother always burned incense and candles, and it was at that time that his illness began to worsen, and even slowly deteriorated to the point that he could not go to school.

Every day, every day, he felt breathless.

Even his face began to turn gray.

Later, my father also called to care, but every time my mother was in a hurry to snatch the phone, I hung up coldly.

He began to sleep longer and longer, and his mother's mental state became more and more unstable and chaotic.

Until one day-

In his sleep, he was awakened by a sharp pain in his palm.

The whole room was like a confined space, and the smell of suffocating burnt was all over the room.

His mother grabbed his hand, sharp nails, and sank into his palm.

The charcoal crackled and he couldn't breathe.

And the mother sat beside him like this, the blood in her wrist was not deep, but because of the gradual passage of time, her son's palm slowly became wet and melted into a "small river", dripping on the floor.

"Xiaotu, I told your dad that if he doesn't come home, I'll take you with me." Mother stroked his hair tenderly with that clean hand.

She will win, she will win!

The Buddha will bless their mother and son!

The position of his left chest began to ache so much that it made him sweat.

The pain has never been so severe, and even calling for help seems difficult.

"Xiaotu, if my mother is really dead, you have to remember who killed me!" It's the vixen!!

No one killed her, it was herself, it was herself!

His face began to turn purple, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't shout it.

"Why don't you pretend in front of your dad for Mommy's sake?" Until now, his mother, whose face was already paper, was still accusing him softly.

He doesn't pretend, he doesn't pretend!

Using tears to move people's feelings is not real at all!

"Xiaotu, when you fall in love with someone, you will also try your best to keep her and play tricks for her, if there is really that day, your mother will laugh at you in the sky!" The mother's face slipped through the last trace of vengeful ridicule, because her son didn't understand her heart, because her son disdained to stand on the same front with her.

His heart was panting, his chest was tight, and his whole heart seemed to be about to die.

But the father, always, always, did not appear.