In the end, I couldn't escape the fate of him sending me to school.

Walking side by side, I didn't have the thought of speaking, and he was silent, but I noticed that he often overtook me because he was too fast, but he would deliberately slow down and wait for me to follow. Even so, I walked out of breath, but gritted my teeth and didn't say a word.

Suddenly, his deep voice came from above his head: "Little Stone, you are my son, most of the time, I will let you." There is only one thing I won't let go, and that is Xiaoxiao, which is your mother. Therefore, I advise you to put away the little Jiujiu in your heart, I can see through your thoughts at a glance. This is my warning to you. In addition, you are almost six years old, and when I was your age, I was already walking alone and fighting for survival, and you are not required to learn from me, but at least you have to learn the instinct to survive. ”

The first half of the sentence made me panic, as if I felt like my pigtails were being grabbed by him; The second half of the sentence made me fall into thought. In fact, to be honest, I don't understand what he means, I just feel that I am looked down on by him, so I am very unconvinced.

In a blink of an eye, I arrived at the entrance of the kindergarten, and I happened to meet Aunt Miaomiao and Niuniu, and when she saw the person next to me, her face immediately changed, and she was even more afraid than when her aunt and grandma saw him. I looked up at his face, which was not too scary. But Niuniu happily ran over to take my hand, I was very irritable, but because Aunt Miaomiao was there, it was not easy to get rid of her.

After the two of us walked into the school gate holding hands, we couldn't help but look back and see Aunt Miaomiao standing with him, as if she was cowering, and she didn't even dare to look aside. At this time, Niuniu's voice came from her ear: "Brother Shi, is that person your father?" The two of you are so alike. I was slightly stunned, turned around and asked her, "What do I look like him?" ”

She nodded seriously, and said enviously, "Your father is so handsome." ”

Then on this day, I stayed in the class for a day, and in the evening, it was not my mother who was looking forward to coming, but him again.

This time I looked around, and found that many eyes were directed at where he stood, including even our teacher's, and as I approached, those eyes turned to envy for me. Secretly compared him with the father of the classmate next to him, he was superior in terms of momentum alone.

Inexplicably, I'm a little arrogant.

When he walked out of the school gate, his chest was more erect than usual, and he walked back on the sidewalk, secretly looking at him, and felt that it seemed to be much more pleasing to the eye than usual. But this thought lasted only a moment, for he began another round of education that despised me, and my face turned red with the blow. When I got home, my mother saw that my face was so red and asked what was wrong, but I held it for a long time, and I couldn't hold back a complete sentence. I just felt extremely wronged, but he was standing next to him, and he didn't even have a chance to complain to his mother.

Eventually, my mother was dragged away by him, and as I walked, I heard that I was blushing because it was too hot. I gritted my teeth with hatred, in the winter, my hands were icy, and I actually said that I was too hot! This kind of oppression by him is ongoing, and it is all secretly, not known by his mother. More than a month later, when I heard my mother discussing with my aunt that he was going to move out, I was so excited that I rushed back to my room and danced for a while, and I was so happy. Finally, I was looking forward to the day when he was leaving.

Sadly, on the day he moved out, my mother also went with him, and touched my head and said that I could go when I wanted to live there, and the room was there. I was so angry that I turned my head and rushed back to the room again, this time in mourning under the quilt, holding back the tears from rushing out of my eyes, and not being so bullied. Obviously agreed, he couldn't take his mother away, and he regretted not keeping his promise.

For a few days, I was depressed, and my aunt and grandmother said good things to me, but I couldn't listen to them. They said they would take me over there to find my mother, but I didn't want to compromise, why must I give in, why did my mother only have him in her eyes?

On this day, Grandma pulled me to talk alone, and she told me the story of my mother and him, and told me the story about me. After listening to this, I was silent, and since my mother came back, I automatically changed my name, but no one ever told me that I was really my mother and his son, my own son.

Grandma said that it was not that my mother was unwilling to tell me, but from the beginning, even if she didn't know that I was her biological son, she had already regarded me as her own child, and love would not change because of blood. Then I nodded and followed my aunt to where my mother had moved.

Actually, it wasn't that far, and half an hour later, I was standing in front of the shop. With my limited literacy range, I can barely read the three characters on the signboard: Liu Yufang. I was surprised that my mother and he would actually live here, this is obviously a jade shop. My aunt led me in, and when I saw a woman sitting behind the counter, she asked, "Want to buy jade?" ”

The aunt shook her head, "I'm looking for Ah Xiao." The woman's face showed defensiveness, and her expression turned cold, "Who are you?" At this moment, a man came out from behind, looked at us, and immediately came over with a smile, and said, "You are here to find my little sister." His eyes looked at me and asked in surprise, "This is the son of Brother Yao and Little Sister?" ”

The woman behind the counter immediately got up and poked her head out, her eyes fell on me, and she looked me up and down. And the man in front of him shouted out his voice: "Liuzi, come out quickly." After a while, a man came out of the back, and when he walked to the front, he heard the man with a loud voice say: "Look, this is Brother Yao's son, and he really looks like Brother Yao, not only in appearance, but also in appearance." ”

It was really uncomfortable to be judged like this, and my aunt was very polite to them and asked people to take me in to find my mother. It was the woman behind the counter who came out and proposed, "I'll take him in." She led me backwards, crossed a door, and asked, "How old are you?" What is your name? Her tone was much kinder than just now, and I didn't want to be too rude, so I replied, "Five years old, little stone." ”

"Little stones? Is it a nickname? Her voice was softer, but just as she finished speaking, I saw my mother, who was lying on a chaise longue in the courtyard, chiling and relaxing. Suddenly, tears welled up in his eyes, and he stood there, stubbornly refusing to go any further.

It was the aunt next to her who made a voice and attracted her mother's attention, and she looked this way. When he saw me, surprise flashed in his eyes, and he immediately got up from the recliner and ran over, took my hand and said, "Little stone, you're here." Then he asked distressedly, "Why are you crying?" Is it that I haven't been here for the past two days, and you miss me. As soon as I heard her words, my tears flowed more and more, and I couldn't stop it.

Ever since I was a child, I never cried except when I was ignorant. When she left me and my grandmother and aunt alone before, I just put tears in my eyes and didn't let them flow. But today, it was inexplicably aggrieved and sad, she was pulled to the side of the recliner, hugged her directly, and then slept in her arms and cried unscrupulously.

There was a gentle voice from my mother next to my ear: "Silly stone, what are you crying about, isn't it just that you haven't seen me for a few days." Let you come over after school, I still look at the door every day and look forward to you coming, how do I know that you have no conscience, and you haven't stepped over the threshold for a few days. ”

I sat up from her arms and asked in a buzzing voice, "Mom, why don't you come home then?" Why live somewhere else's? ”

She chuckled, "This isn't someone else's place, it's your father's shop." This back room is also our home, and Aunt Yue who just brought you in, and the two who went out before were called Uncle Tong and Uncle Liuzi, both of whom followed your father and were also good friends of your mother. Come, I'll take you upstairs, and I've got a room for you upstairs. After saying that, she was about to pick me up, but I grabbed her sleeve and shook my head repeatedly, "No, I don't want to live here." ”

She didn't insist any longer, but lowered her head and asked me, "Little stone, what's wrong?" Tell me, why don't you want to live here? ”

The real reason naturally can't be said, otherwise I'm afraid that he will really take action and take my mother away where I can't find it. So I could only find a reason for being very unhappy: "I'm used to the bed at home, and I can't sleep in a strange place." ”

When my mother heard this, she laughed, "I see, I said it earlier." I thought you were angry with me and wouldn't come. I bowed my head silently, I was angry with her for the past two days, but I was even more annoyed with him. It's just that at the moment, I am nested in her arms, and I have no anger, I just want to ask her once: "Mom, you go back with me to live together, I have always had nightmares in the past two days." Can you come here again during the day? ”

After making the request, I looked at her longingly, eager to see her nod, but I was disappointed, she looked sorry, hugged me tighter, put her chin on my forehead, and said in a low voice, "Little stone, I can't leave here, your father...... He's sick, just like the narcolepsy I had, but he's worse than I am, and it takes at least a month to wake up when I go to sleep, which is why I moved here with him. ”

I was amazed, how could this be? He looks so strong and imposing, and he can also get narcolepsy? Could it be ...... Did his mother's illness spread to him? A month of sleep, even before my mother, it was only three or four days at most. It seems that he is really serious.

Surprisingly, when I heard that he was sick, I didn't feel happy or gloating, but I felt depressed and uncomfortable. I just think that people like him should always make people chill. I was stunned and asked, "Why did he get this disease?" ”

Mom's expression was obviously suffocated, and then her eyes were stained with sadness, and she whispered, "It's because of me." ”

Suddenly I was silent, I looked at her sad appearance, and a thought flashed in my mind, could it be that this disease was originally caused by my mother, and now it has been replaced by him? If so, I ...... Thank him, because as long as I have experienced the situation of my mother's illness before, I will never want her to be like this again. From this day on, in a real sense, I recognized this man named Sheng Shiyao in my heart and called him Dad.

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