The mother did not speak. Maybe my mother's voice was too quiet, or maybe Aunt Qin's crying voice was too disturbing, but anyway, I didn't filter out my mother's tone in this noise.

In the whole thing, it was the father who harmed everyone, and he was the one who saved everyone.

The father's personality has a certain particularity, and from the perspective of the current public, he is simply a strange and bad person. There is no responsibility, especially for this kind of mistake is a lifetime of things without remorse, of course, it is this casual attitude that makes everyone point the finger at the father at the beginning of the incident, so as not to leave too much energy for the mother. Actually, I was quite surprised by such a scene.

Having said that, her mother's own personality and character have also left a good reputation among the people who know her, making it clear to everyone that this woman's weakness is not a superb acting skill shown to outsiders, but an innate and almost boring temperament.

As for why these two completely different people got together and gave birth to me, I believe that too many people have this kind of doubt. Explanation to explanation, the closest thing to the truth is nothing more than that my mother didn't think that when she was the right person, when she had time to taste this man in the future, and when she didn't see the whole picture of love, she had me.

I don't know if my mother had a dream of an ugly duckling turning into a white swan, but unfortunately, the dream woke up quietly, and ruthlessly chose to laugh at my mother's daydream on a cloudless day.

The father's "indifference" fermented the incident on everyone's subjective consciousness, and then, behind the scenes, a core figure appeared in the door. Naturally, no one will regard his father's hanging son as a deliberate and thoughtful one.

I stood in the door and watched the world, and once fantasized that if Aunt Qin was not as cowardly as her mother, would she pull her mother's hair at this moment and ask viciously, why did she destroy the family, why did she rob her husband?

Actually, that's not the right way to describe it. No one can snatch my mother away, she only has me. Will the father be taken away? Fools know no.

Because, he never belonged to anyone.

And the existence of her mother is not a threat to Aunt Qin's marriage, she knows this. Perhaps, this is the reason why she can go past her mother and drink her grief alone. After all, these two outlets of father and mother are not feasible for Aunt Qin.

I was upstairs at the time, and although I couldn't see Aunt Qin'er at this time, I don't know how many times she sketched her sad, melancholy, and melancholy appearance in my heart. I tried to draw a picture of my mother who was now depressed and lonely in my mind, but suddenly I found that this woman, imprinted in my heart, had always been so unspeakable and unhappy.

In the hall of the Cao family at this time, these two women seem to be each other's mustard and uneasiness, but they also sympathize with each other.

This edge of love and hate, and how much misery in the world is unknown.

When Aunt Jean's cry was no longer in the hustle and bustle of the world, I guessed that she was powerless to struggle.

That thunderbolt is associated with eroticism and betrayal, and this lightning bolt splits the soul of the victim, because the body is no longer important.

After going through this series of things, I am sure that Aunt Qin should have had the answer in her heart a long time ago. It's just that she has always refused to admit that she has always pinned her hopes on the 0.1% possibility. As I said, man is a self-deceiving animal, and this self-deception is especially vivid when encountering some unfortunate things.

After thinking about it for a while, I suddenly had the idea of going downstairs to pour a glass of water. To have such a thought is indeed something that even I did not expect. In this case, I should have shown myself less, but I was like I was enchanted, and the more I hesitated, the more dry my mouth became, and the real sensory feeling soon became a reason to go.

I don't know what happened to me, before the incident, I was submissive to everyone, observant, cautious, but now after the incident in the east window, I suddenly became calm, and the panic has disappeared. In this courage to go downstairs, there is actually half of the curiosity that drives it. I want to open the door to see the trial downstairs, and I want to see Aunt Qin and her mother.

I quietly opened the door, and as I passed by Cao Cancan's bedroom, I listened carefully, and found that there was no movement inside, so I walked over gently. Halfway down to the middle of the stairs, Cao Ge suddenly saw me and couldn't help but say, "Mu Xi? You.. You.." I lowered my head and didn't speak, I went down the stairs and went straight to the kitchen, picked up the kettle and poured a glass of water, and then turned my back to the ocean behind me.

Suddenly, someone gently hugged my shoulder, my body shook, tilted my head slightly, and found that it was Cao Ge. She looked at me with distress in her eyes, so the hand on my shoulder also loosened, and whispered, "Let's go upstairs in a moment." I swept it with my peripheral vision, and she seemed to stop talking a little, and opened her mouth, but she didn't say it after all. I nodded faintly.

Cao Ge turned to leave, I looked out through the glass door of the kitchen, and it was my mother's anxious and helpless, heart-wrenching gaze that met me, and I still chose to dodge. I turned my head to look at Aunt Jean sitting on the side of the couch, her long hair falling down to obscure half of her face and my access to the victim's psychological condition. I don't know if it was because of my presence that the atmosphere was silent and loud.

Of course, this father's attitude is not the solution at all. Since I came to Cao's house, I have been walking between my father and Aunt Qin, with my understanding of Aunt Qin, I have been sure that on the day of the East Window incident, Aunt Qin will only become extremely desperate from despair, and it seems that she won this game.

I walked slowly forward with my glass in hand, trying to feel the suffocating atmosphere and trying to melt myself into the awkwardness. But after I tried it twice, I found that I was always a spectator and an outsider to the adult world compared to the adults in this room. That's all.

There are too many unspeakable words, and they all turn into a sigh in the end.

Xue Hao's eyes followed me all the time when I went upstairs. I had no eyes behind me, but I felt the wordless grief from this back through my senses. So, I quickened my pace upstairs, almost trotted up the stairs, slammed the door shut, and listened to the sound of my eardrums beating my heart alone.

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