Under the witness of Sister Liu and me, Wang Qiu was pulled back to the house by the ear. I looked at the wild dog in his hand and felt cold, the wild dog's eyes seemed to be still dripping tears, I couldn't bear to know what the fate of this wild dog would be tomorrow when it fell into the hands of Wang Qiu, and I sent a text message to Xiao Hei and asked him to come over early tomorrow morning to find some way to send Wang Qiu to leave a whole corpse for this wild dog, and it was not in vain that I had a relationship with this animal.

Sister Liu and I went back to the basement together, we both felt that it was not time to go to bed, and I could see that Sister Liu wanted me to stay with her for a while, and I understood that I would stay, Sister Liu couldn't help but happily moved out of the stool and went upstairs to get some side dishes, and we continued to drink.

With a happy face, Sister Liu drank wine and smoked cigarettes, I ate a little of these cold dishes, and the taste buds were all opened in an instant, I haven't eaten such a casual and delicious side dish for a long time, just like the perfunctory meals I made when I was a child in order to fill my stomach, although it is simple but full of the taste of memory.

"You're a good cook, have you ever thought about opening a shop?" I asked Sister Liu.

"I only have this one room, it's still yours, where is the money to rent a house?" Sister Liu looked at me, and her tone of voice was a little desolate.

"Anyway, the house is empty, you can discuss with your father to get it upstairs, as long as you clean it up every day, your father won't embarrass you."

I'm not lying, if Sister Liu insists on doing it, my father will not embarrass her as a weak woman.

Sister Liu shook her head and looked at her phone: "Let's talk about it, maybe I'll consider it when I can't afford to pay the rent."

I sat quietly and smoked, always thinking of my brother in the dead of night, looking at the familiar room, and the memories in my mind rolled over and over again. At that time, the door of this room was always closed, and the lights were not extinguished, and when I was young, I was often curious to lean on the edge of the house and want to eavesdrop, I wanted to hear the movements in Zhang Lei's house, and sometimes my brother's low ** came out of this room to make me worry.

No matter how strong the pain during the day is, Zhang Lei will always endure it silently, and only in the dead of night will he whisper. That kind of voice has accompanied me through countless nights, I touched my calm chest, and had endless fantasies about the feeling of pain, what kind of pain would make such a strong Zhang Lei howl in the middle of the night, what did he experience?

"Hey! Why are you in a daze again? Sister Liu looked at me who was silent and cast a curious gaze.

"It's okay, it's just that I always remember some of the past when I was young" I felt rude, and raised the bottle to take a sip with Sister Liu.

"The past? You are still willing to think of the past, my past is unbearable, it would be nice if I could forget it all" Sister Liu sighed and raised her glass to signal me to finish the rest of the bottle.

We didn't talk again this night, we drank frequently, it was almost time for me to leave, Sister Liu didn't stay, just asked me to turn off the lights, it seems that she is really tired tonight.

The ringtone of my phone forced me to open my eyes, didn't Xiao Hei already text me to agree? I picked up my phone and looked at it, but found that it was a text message from Wang Qiu, which told me to go to Xiongzi's house to eat game at noon, and he took the first step.

I sighed and smoked, looked at the time before I could eat, ate an apple, and thought of my mother again.

The village seems to have not woken up in the early morning, I like this feeling of silence, the streets are sparsely populated, the old people who have been exercising in the morning have just gone out, slowing down and enjoying the breeze and sunshine, there is no pressure to study and no weird experience, this is the real beginning of the day.

The morning at the clinic was busy, and the patients were somewhat anxious, standing in a line at the door. I watched as they looked up with uneasy expressions on their faces, and squeezed in with their heads down.

It was still quiet outside my mother's ward, and the nurses who came and went were in a hurry, whispering about the interesting things that happened yesterday and the rumors they heard at night. I came to my mother's door with a blank face, and through the window I saw a ray of sunshine on my mother's hospital bed, my mother's serene face looked a little haggard, and there were some low machines around me, and the notice posted in front of the door still had eight big characters written on it.

"No entry without permission"

I just looked at my mother quietly, hoping that she would look back at me, even if she was too tired from sleeping......

A nurse came over and patted me on the shoulder.

"This is an intensive care room for critically ill patients, and you can't go in," she kindly reminded.

"I know, I just want to see my mom, I haven't been here in a long time" I still stared into the room and didn't look back.

A sympathetic look flashed in the nurse's eyes, and I noticed it, and she smiled and nodded to me and stepped aside. If I could tell my mother about winning the Games, she would be so proud......

I left my mother's room and walked past the crowd to the patient's resting place.

Looking for the bench where I had sat with my mother, I saw my father, who was smoking a cigarette and sitting alone in the chair, looking very desolate and lonely.

"Father..... "I adjusted my emotions and stood motionless in front of him.

My father looked up at me slightly, then moved his ass and motioned for me to sit down.

The contrast between the two of us was stark, I straightened my chest, my young face was full of spirits everywhere I went, while my father lowered his body, and his sideburns were already full of gray hair. He seemed to be holding a thousand pounds of boulders on his waist and back, and he couldn't stand up.

My father smoked a cigarette and slowly took out a cigarette case from his pocket and handed it to me.

I caught it with both hands, took out one and put it in my mouth after hesitation.

"At that time, your mother and I met here, and it was still a cemetery at that time, where did so many people come from......"

My father's deep voice was full of exhaustion, and I couldn't imagine how long my father had been sitting alone on this bench.

"Don't blame me for not being at home, I just want to be closer to your mother......"

My father didn't look at me the whole time, as if he was talking to the air.

"It's going to be okay, it's going to get better slowly, I have the family to do it, and my uncle and they are also helping to take care of it, don't worry" I tried to comfort my father, and I didn't dare to look cowardly in front of my father.

"Huh...... It's useless, you have to remember that none of these relatives in our family can be trusted, and your grandfather is not a good thing"

I have heard my father say such frustrating things more than once, and I have always felt that he is very extreme at this point. Although I couldn't understand my father's meaning at first, I learned about the cruelty from other people's mouths, but I don't think we can become so indifferent even if some things are ruthless.

When I was first born, my father was still working hard, and my mother had to work in the fields and take care of me and my brother alone, and she never received help from anyone, not even her own brother Wang Qiu's father. She carried me to work in the field alone in the morning, and urged her brother to study and clean up the housework at night, but she was still said to be a lazy woman, probably because of her mother's unspoken personality, which made this rumor widely spread in the village. And the rumors that spread in the village are often all adding fuel to the fire, and the grandfather is busy with his work and respect, and he can't listen to these gossip. He felt that this was true, what the people in the village said was the truth, even if he saw his mother living so hard every day, he still had a big quarrel with his mother because of his own glory and moved out, and he also became a spreader of rumors. His casual words, even if he just plays ** without brains, will be added to by others, and he has become the culprit of rumors.

When my father heard the news, he rushed home and wanted to blame his mother, but he found that his mother was sweating in the scorching sun and cutting weeds and digging the ground in the mountains alone. At that time, my mother didn't even finish confinement. The back was wet and dry, dry and wet. From that day on, my father seemed to have become indifferent, he rarely communicated with others, stopped going out to work, stayed at home and supported the current family with his mother, but before he had time to live a good day, his mother fell ill, and my mother fell ill because of me.

This is one of the few memories I have of the previous generation, and my brother's hatred for the people in the village must have accumulated since then. But isn't this all in the past, isn't it still in our own hands now and in the future, why is it that our family, except for my mother and me, are all holding grudges against the past? I can't forgive anyone for my father, brother and mother, but I really want them to be a little happier, let go of the past and live happily with hope.

My father looked meaningfully into the distance, I didn't dare to break my father's thoughts, and smoked silently, hoping that my father would talk to me more.

"You go back, you're going to school tomorrow, you don't have to worry about things at home, just study hard" was silent for a long time, and the first sentence I said made me lose the opportunity to accompany my father.

Looking at my father's tired face, I had no choice but to nod my head and say yes, leaving my father alone on the bench. I didn't dare to look back, and I couldn't see my father's tears as he looked at my distant back,

"What if I leave you alone in the future......