I thought that if there was a mirror in front of me, I would not be able to bear to look at my disgusting and hypocritical face. After all, he Xie Chen has been mixed in society for so many years, and after looking at me with interest for a while, he said to me with a smile, "You are also worthy?" What are you when you are something? ”

His voice wasn't loud, but I could clearly see the slight bulge in his temples. Although such an answer was expected, it did hurt my poor, humble self-esteem. I lowered my head, and my face turned red to the base of my ears.

Where did I provoke him again? Could it be that my acting skills are too fake, and he sees that I am against my will?

"You want to give me a baby? Scold! I'm afraid that my Xie family's seed will be like this potato by then—" He paused, coldly raised the corners of his mouth, and threw the potato in his hand in a graceful arc, "Dirty—dirty—no—embarrassing—"

The last few words he uttered almost through gritted teeth.

The poor potato had rolled down the carpet under the TV, and when I looked in the direction of the couch, the shape of the potato was really human-shaped, even the uneven places on it were just right, and the whole little doll with a nose and eyes was just right.

But as he said, the little doll was covered in black mud, and even the neat carpet was stained with mud.

"Xie Chen! Don't fucking go too far! I finally couldn't take it anymore and stood up suddenly, "I'm not clean? Why are you insulting me so much now? Don't ask me who is the reason for what I am now! ”

"That's a good question." He laughed and clapped, slowly stood up, and put his hands in his trouser pockets. He was already tall, but now he had an innate sense of oppression, and I unconsciously took a few steps back.

There seemed to be a thick fog in his eyes, and I couldn't see what was inside.

"Ask whom? Ask your dad, of course! You ask him, why did he give you such a dirty skin? I can't hide the disgust, the resentment I feel when I see you. ”

I looked at his lips and the words made my ears buzz. With a woman's sixth sense, I think he must be trying to hint at something, "Why do you hate me so much?" From the beginning I felt like you hated me, why on earth is that? ”

My urgent question didn't get any response from him, not even a look. He pushed me away, completely ignoring my words, just shrugging his shoulders in a nonchalant gesture, "Oh? I almost forgot! Your dad is dead, but what now? When he dies, you can ask! ”

His words made me powerless to fight back. I could only watch him show off his might in front of me, "If your father sees you like this to your food and clothing parents, he still jumps out of the grave angrily?" ”

I was already trembling, and I grabbed the ashtray in front of me and threw it at him. He was very good at his skills, and he was smashed to pieces with a slight flash of the ashtray. He glanced at the debris dissatisfied, and said, "This is the fourth broken since you came." Did you see that your man was rich and so unscrupulous? Scold! Your Lin family is really 'one family and three masters'! ”

The tears I had just wiped welled up again, and I almost gave up all my pride and pleaded, "You have parents too, don't you?" If it were you, would you tolerate people saying that? ”

"yes, I have parents too." He suddenly changed his words, as if talking to himself, and his voice was low, "What I hate most is to look like you and feel sorry for yourself, do you think that you are the only one in this world who has experienced life and death?" ”

I felt a sudden sadness in the air, and his eyes were bloodshot, "Have you ever tried to watch something you want to grab disappear before your eyes and be unable to do anything about it?" Have you ever tried to endure the despair of being alone? ”

In this way, he suddenly lost his previous fierceness, and his face was painful, as if he had just experienced blood and tears. I felt like I was surrounded by a thousand pounds of weight, and I couldn't breathe at all, "You ......"

I opened my mouth, but I didn't know what to say. What's the story of this man? I was stranger to him than I had ever been, except that every time I was about to understand something, he protected himself like a hedgehog, and then wounded others to the ground.

Back in my room, I opened my journal and was greeted by a calendar with a date that I had drawn with a red pen as an important marker. I have a secret that every new year, I buy a new calendar and circle one of the numbers with a red color pen.

On April 11th, my father left me.