It's too bad, the indescribable depression is blocked in the position of the heart, the oxygen can only get in and out, and the brain begins to be chaotic.

The place where the face was hit is still aching, as if that side is a little swollen, or a mental reaction.

When I was about to get home, I vaguely saw my father leaning on the door smoking a cigarette, the fog was white, and I was even more upset.

"Dad, you're back."

Lin Yiyong glanced at her and threw away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, "What about your mother?" ”

"My mom...... I do not know. Lin Anyu lowered his head and faced Lin Yiyong with the side face that was not beaten.

Lin Yiyong seemed to notice something, he turned Lin Anyu's head hard, and saw the palm print on the other side, which was not obvious but was still clearly visible.

"Whoever bullied you, tell Daddy, and Daddy will clean him up." , Lin Yiyong instantly lost his temper.

"No one bullied me, out of the way." Lin Anyu took Lin Yiyong's hand away.

"Whoever bullies my daughter will be unlucky, don't be afraid, Dad will make the decision for you."

"Dad, it's really okay." Lin Anyu didn't dare to say anything more, she was afraid that if she couldn't control it, tears would flow out again.

"Here's for you." Lin Yiyong suddenly took out a fluffy little rabbit from behind, it was pink, with long ears hanging down the back, like the little rabbit in Lin Anyu's dream when he was a child.

Lin Yiyong smiled embarrassedly, "I know that these are all things that children love to play, but when I passed by the boutique when I finished work today, I saw it at once, you see that I didn't buy you any toys when you were a child, so I thought I must buy you one." ”

Lin Anyu's trembling hand took the pink fluffy rabbit and chuckled in his heart.

"Dad, don't lie to me."

"I didn't lie to you, what can I lie to you."

"You're out of work, aren't you?"

"How is it possible, your dad and I are doing a good job in the factory, and ah, I am the most capable in the factory, and I am still ......"

"Don't talk about it." Lin Anyu interrupted his father's words. "The last time I saw you, in the morning, alone, in the little gazebo."

Lin Yiyong panicked, "I'm ...... Dad, I'm sorry for you, I'll definitely hurry up and find a new job, don't tell your mom if it's okay. ”

It's like a prayer, carefully.

Lin Anyu nodded heavily.

Cheng Huajuan stood behind the house not far away, listening to every word clearly, she lowered her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking, but in the end she didn't come out of the back of the house.

After a long, long time, it wasn't until the night was slightly cool and the shadow of the sun could not be seen that I saw Cheng Huajuan dragging her tired body at home.

The most accustomed thing is cold and violent, often sitting together without one talking, the other without speaking, slowly passing time. In the end, I don't know how to reconcile, anyway, it's been consumed like now.

Lin Anyu didn't eat much and went back to the room, rummaged through the box and found that the black paint was used up again, she didn't want to go to class these days, so she thought about staying in her secret base all the time, anyway, her classmates and teachers didn't like her.

"Dad, I'm running out of black and brown, and that big brush is hair off." Lin Anyu secretly pulled Lin Yiyong to the corner and whispered.

"Got it, wait for Dad to buy it for you when he has time."

"Dad, this is the money I saved with great difficulty, you take it to buy it, and I have to spend my own money on my own things." Lin Anyu took out a handful of small banknotes from his pocket, the highest of which was only five yuan.

Lin Yiyong's nose was sour, he took the money and put it into Lin Anyu's pocket, "Dad, I'm sorry for you, I made you eat and dress badly, and you can't even like the things you like." ”

Cheng Huajuan hates these ethereal things, gorgeous things without real hearts. But Lin Anyu understands that painting is a kind of catharsis for his emotions, and it is also a thing that can show his heart.

Lin Anyu slowly raised the corners of his mouth like a sloth, and it took a long time before he pulled out a smile, "Dad, I'm very good, I can't like it openly, I just have to be more careful, and real likes will not be affected by external factors." And I feel very happy to have you as a father. ”

"I'll get up early tomorrow to buy it for you, and then you can take it to school." After a pause, he said, "You have to believe that Dad will definitely give you a good life, and Dad will go out tomorrow to find a job." ”

Lin Yiyong hasn't painted for many years, and when he was a child, he heard his father say that he studied art in high school, but his grades were very poor, so he was not admitted to college. It was at that time that he met his mother when he was painting at the gate of his mother's school.

When Lin Anyu was almost in elementary school, he saw his father sitting alone in the yard, holding an easel of primary wood, under the clear blue sky, and next to a peach blossom tree several meters high. In the spring, the petals fell on his father's shoulders, and at that time, Lin Anyu felt that it was the best solitary work in the world.

Later, my father stopped drawing, and the peach blossom tree was cut down.