On the afternoon of September 30, Miss Chu Minghua rushed to our school from Binjiang City.

She brought some supplements, and I knew she was thinking about my body and my family. Seeing the young lady standing at the door of the third junior high school office, I quickly got up and ran to her and said happily, "You're here?" I'm going back to see my dad. ”

"Mingxi, why are you so thin? Pay attention to rest at work, don't always play with your life! "The young lady placed two cardboard boxes on my desk and looked at me carefully.

I pretended to be light-hearted and said, "Skinny is thin, and my energy is shaking." Now that I'm out of work, I'm sitting in the office and spending some good time. Okay, let's go back and see Dad. ”

I picked up the cardboard box in one hand and pulled the young lady in the other, and went straight downstairs.

We all rode bikes. Maybe it's a blood relationship, along the way, we always have endless words and endless love.

I am laughing all the way, I don't want others to share my pain, let alone tell my pain in front of others, why should relatives and friends worry about themselves? Happiness should be shared by all, and sorrow can only be borne alone! Maybe that's life, maybe that's how life should be.

Inadvertently, I seemed to hear a sigh from the young lady: "Alas, it's not this family, don't enter this door." Feixia and her mother's temper are simply out of the same mold. When my mother was alive, I always quarreled with my father, and my father's life was really hard. Fortunately, she went early, otherwise, Dad would have been angry to death. ”

I retorted with a faint smile: "Not necessarily, Dad is too honest, many people don't understand the world, and Mom said that he doesn't listen, so it's strange if he doesn't make noise." It's just that Mom said he was a little mean. ”

"Hmph, no matter what you say, I just hate Mom." The young lady's voice was not loud, but it seemed to contain a heavy disgust, she looked ahead, and continued, "Mingxi, don't be upset for your mother. It's no wonder that when you were a child, your mother always spoiled you, and she liked boys, old feudal. ”

This time I really smiled, looking at the blood-red sunset in the sky, and teasing Miss: "Hey, sister, are you jealous?" Didn't the weird mom love you one more time, did she? How many people of her age are not feudal? ”

"It's secondary, the point is that she's not a good person!" Miss was probably really angry, I stole a glance at her, and her big eyes bulged, "She's not of good character, you know." ”

I couldn't believe my ears.

I have always been kind, I have always been amiable, I have always respected, and my mother, who has always appeared in dreams, is not of good character?

I tried my best to suppress the churning thoughts, and I knew that there must be a good reason for the young lady to say this, and that there was absolutely no child in this world who threw sewage on his mother! The smile was still on my face, and I didn't say anything, quietly waiting for the next step from the young lady.

Sure enough, the young lady didn't realize that I didn't know anything about my mother, and thought that I was too poor to do so.

Her voice was noticeably calmer: "My mother's style is not good, and at that time, she had a relationship with many people in the front and back villages. ”

That's right, God! It's something I hate! It's something I hate to the marrow! No wonder I always hear others say that our four sisters and brothers look different.

I see!

I tried my best to calm the storm that suddenly blew in my heart, still with a smile on my face, and said very calmly: "Sister, then, that dad is not our real father?" That...... So who is it? Do you know? ”

The young lady shook her head, as if to say something that had nothing to do with her: "I don't know. Once I asked my eldest sister, and she scolded me. I never asked her again. ”

"Daddy knows we're not...... "My nose is a little sour and I want to cry.

"I think Dad must know. Maybe his quarrel with his mom had something to do with it. ”

"But Daddy was very kind to us." I felt my voice seem to emerge from the depths of the earth, pitch black, oppressive, long, and dripping with a thick bitterness.

"That's why I often bring things back to see my dad and help him cook and do laundry."

I was stunned!

I don't know what Mademoiselle will say in the future, and even if I wanted to hear it in every way, I would not be able to command my own thoughts, and control my own brain, as if it had been a century since I had dominated it.

I can't speak! I can't think anymore!

If it weren't for his higher education, I'm afraid that even the last bit of courage to maintain his remaining demeanor and uphold the pitiful dignity of manhood would be gone! I just responded mechanically with "uh-huh", and although the smile on my face was still the same, although the expression was calm, I knew that it was just oil paint smeared on the canvas!

The afterglow of the setting sun in the western sky rushed at me like blood.

They gnawed at me, slammed into me, and in an instant I realized that my soul was like a meteor sliding through my body, and I crashed into the darkness of the night.