Section 212 Going mad

I chose to go home when I was out there and there was nowhere to go.

"Mu Xi, wash your hands and eat." As soon as he entered the house, he saw Cao Ge coming out of the kitchen with a plate of fish with a smile. The atmosphere at home is no different, it seems that after my father came back, he only talked about the outcome of the incident, and the process was completely ignored. That's fine, I didn't want to make any uproar, compared to sadness, it's not bad to be quiet and quiet.

I leaned over to the dinner table: "Wow, so rich? Such a big fish! ā€

"So, hurry up and wash your hands, Cancan will be home soon, let's have dinner!"

"Cao Cancan is back?"

"Well, what time shall I see? Forehead... It's almost there, it's almost there. I called and said I was on my way back from the airport. Cao Ge said while busy.

I went to the bathroom.

When I came out, I just met my father who came out of the bedroom. I glanced at him, didn't speak, and prepared to go downstairs.

"Mu, Muxi." My father suddenly called out to me behind me. So, I stopped.

"Something? Father! "My attitude is the same as when I asked my father to go to school in the Cao family, but at that moment, the smile on my face was somewhat embarrassing.

"You take this." After speaking, my father reached out and handed over a bank card. Perhaps because of the sense of distance, he stretched out his arm to his chest and did not leave his body very far.

I noticed that it was a black card, and the gold lettering on the black background was particularly glaring. I raised an eyebrow: "What is this?" ā€

"Money." Father replied briefly.

"Money?" I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You can take it and use it. Inside, it's enough for you to spend a while. No, I'll give it to you again. When my father said this, he turned his back to the light on the second floor. I couldn't see the eyes behind my glasses in the backlight. Perhaps, he didn't look at me all the time, but at a point around me.

I straightened up and took two steps forward: "Compensation? ā€

"It's not. It's—" The father lowered his head slightly, and stopped talking.

"What is it?" I took two more steps forward. At this time, the distance from my father is getting closer and closer. He raised his head suddenly: "Mu Xi, even if you make up for it." ā€

I smiled disdainfully: "Give it to me, or to my mother?" ā€

The father did not speak. He just stood there holding the card like that, motionless. I stretched out my finger and touched the edge of the card, but I didn't take it: "How sharp lines, a thin plastic card, inserted into the ATM, swiped and pulled in red yuan." Stimulate... It's just that my mom, she doesn't like this color of paper money now, she likes that kind of colorful, dark coin. ā€

With that, I lifted my eyelids and looked at him. Even though it was so close, I still looked at his glasses, which were reflective. I knew he was staring at me from behind the glass of his glasses, but I wasn't afraid. I even raised my head slightly again and looked back at him with my toes in a swaggering manner. Then, a few seconds later, I turned and left.

Before he could go downstairs, his father came from behind him: "I can't give anything else but money." ā€

I stopped, looked up at the dense and long staircase in front of me. I could see my mother standing at the bottom of the steps, her face expressionless. And it is precisely this expressionless face, but once again sings that silence is better than sound at this time. I seemed to hear the sentence "Mu Xi, I'm sorry..."

This time, I didn't say "too late", I turned around, reached out and took the card from my father's hand and put it in my pocket. The moment he turned around, he said, "Thank you, Dad!" After saying that, before he saw his father withdraw his hand that was parked in the air, he hurried downstairs.

I put my hands in my trouser pockets, and as I went downstairs, I was thinking that my father was right, in addition to money, he and I at this time had missed the years that gave humanity the most true and good years. From the breaking of the ground of growth to today's flourishing summer flowers, the green and ignorance along the way, the regret and anxiety along the way, have been ruthlessly torn off the page by time.

That kind of embarrassment, like an old man in her twilight years, rubbing the clothes of a young child, what else can she do except sigh at the passing minutes and seconds?

The card in the pocket, the large number in it, can really be exchanged for the warmth that was missed? Of course not. However, the price of "commodities" is determined by the market, and in the context of conditions that are determined by market supply and demand, I have turned my past sadness and grief into a voluntary "transaction" between buyers and sellers. Is it ridiculous? Hehe~ A priceless thing that has not yet been evaluated by assets has been forced into the market for valuable circulation, what is this called? The degradation of the spiritual product is filled with limited matter, and in the end, it is nothing more than the result of the double shock of the material and the spirit.

Is it a venture capital? Haha~ I laughed at myself and thought too much. This "transaction", which is not equal in value or equal in value, has long been risk-averse when I was young. And investing? I'm an adult, what to vote for? Invest in me for retirement? If it is true, then my father's account is shrewd enough.

After going downstairs for a while, Cao Cancan came back with a suitcase. At that time, she had already gone to work in a foreign company, and she had faded away from her immaturity and became a big girl. It didn't take long for her to notice that I was different.

"Cao Muxi, why do I think, you have changed?"

"Huh? Has it changed? For the better, or for the worse? I looked at her playfully, waiting for her answer.

She smiled, "Okay. With that, she took a bite of the dish and put it in the bowl.

"Okay."

"I heard, you're causing trouble at school again?" When she finished speaking, I paused: "Who told you that?" The mouth is fast enough. ā€

"Kan Tao."

"Who?" I looked at her with wide eyes: "Kan Tao? How does he know? ā€

"I don't know! Actually, I don't know. It's just that he told me the other day when we were chatting. I didn't ask him how he knew, so I said, you opened the heads of your dorm classmates. ā€

I put down my chopsticks: "I have been telling you for so many years, and I admire the people's ability to organize language and analyze and justify the most. Why is it still blooming? When that, what kind of flowering steamed buns are sold on the street? It's really convincing. I just, I just bleeded from my head and got a few stitches. ā€

"Aren't you afraid that if you go off the rails and disfigure people?" Cao Cancan looked at me with chopsticks.

In fact, I really didn't think about what she said, and I wasn't afraid. I don't know how I have so much guts, let alone disfigurement, if it was really a glass piercing a large artery, then it wouldn't be a matter of sitting and eating fish now.

"I'm measured, rest assured." When I said this, I didn't have any confidence at all. You know, when people are in extreme emotions, how can they still be rational.

"You say, can you be the reincarnation of some exterminator?" Cao Cancan stared at me and said seriously. I snorted and laughed, leaning back and forth: "Exterminator? Haha~" I looked at Cao Cancan while laughing: "No, why are you so serious?" ā€

She sighed: "It's nothing, I'm afraid, you will go crazy one day." ā€

"You've watched too much martial arts!"

"What is the difference between running to the dark and going mad?" Cao Cancan said.

I still sat alone in my chair and laughed so much that my trachea choked on food. However, my consciousness is still very clear, I know what Cao Cancan means, that's right, a road to the dark, I have indeed walked into the heart of the devil.

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