There was a tape in the box.

No one knew that there was a big secret hidden in this tape.

It was two years ago, and the story of my father and the woman had slowly spread, and my mother, after enduring it for a while, finally questioned my father for the first time, and that was the first time they had quarreled about it.

I was lying on the bed in my room that day, and I could hear them arguing fiercely through the door, and I didn't try to persuade them, but I heard my father slam the door and go away, and my mother cried for a long time.

In the face of his mother's questioning, his father refused to admit it. In order to help my mother find evidence, I secretly did one thing.

It was a Saturday, and I sneaked to the stone factory, and while my father was not in the room, I put a tape recorder under his bed.

When I slipped out of the room, I soon saw my father waiting for the car to come back, and he got out of the car with the woman, and the two of them entered the room together.

The next day, I found another opportunity to get the tape recorder back.

It wasn't what I wanted, but it was enough to shock me.

I've heard about the accident at the stone factory. But my father didn't seem to be affected by this incident, and I always thought he had handled it, but I didn't expect the truth to be like this.

I admit that my father has always given me an unreliable image, but I think he is just unreliable, I didn't expect him to be so cruel and vicious.

It was he who ruined the girl's otherwise happy family.

Now his indifference to his mother, his indifference to me, and his indifference to this family make me really disappointed in him.

Standing in front of the window, I looked into the depths of the night and fell into confusion.

In the two years since I learned the truth, my conscience has been uneasy. What exactly should I do?

The next day was Saturday and I went to my grandfather's to get my mother's medicine.

Grandpa always knew about his mother's body, and his mother's prescriptions were always prescribed by his grandfather. I didn't dare to tell my grandfather that my mother vomited blood yesterday and didn't want him to worry. But I'm really worried.

Grandpa was wearing glasses and was writing prescriptions carefully.

I thought for a moment and said, "Grandpa, today I saw a story in a book. ”

Grandpa kept writing and asked with a smile, "What story?" ”

So I told him the general content of the story.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, Shi Jie, the doctor of Wei Guo, once advised Wei Zhuang Gong, hoping to educate Zhou Hu, the son of Zhuang Gong. After the death of Duke Zhuang, Duke Huan of Wei ascended the throne, and Zhou Hu conspired with Shi Hou, the son of Shi Jie, to kill Duke Huan and usurp the throne, and in order to ensure that the throne was secure, Shi Hou was sent to consult Shi Jie. Shi Jie hated his son's rebellion, and designed Chen Guo and Chen Huan Gong to get rid of Zhou Hu and Shi Hou.

Grandpa put down his pen after writing the prescription and said with a smile, "This is the story of the righteous killing of relatives by the patriotic doctor paraffin in the Spring and Autumn Period." ”

I know that grandpa usually likes to read, and he will definitely know this story.

I asked, "Grandpa, is there really such a person in real life?" ”

Grandpa continued to prescribe medicine, and said with a smile, "This is really not something that ordinary people can do. ”

When Grandpa handed me the prescription, there was an extra one.

He said, "Here's your dad's recipe for migraines." ”

I had mixed feelings in my heart, and I looked at my grandfather with the prescription.

"Grandpa, you still care about Dad."

Grandpa sighed and said, "No matter how bastard he is, he's also my son." ”

So how he is a bastard, he is also my father, and the blood relationship between us is a fact that cannot be changed.

I asked around the corner, "Grandpa, I have a classmate whose relative is addicted to drugs, how can he quit?" ”

My grandfather pointed at me and warned, "You must not touch such a thing as poison, once you get it, it is very difficult to quit, and it requires a lot of willpower." ”

Strong willpower, does he have such a thing? If he had strong willpower, he would not have betrayed his mother and been sentenced to the family.

If he doesn't have strong willpower, then I'll have to use external force.

In the fall, several schools jointly organize an autumn outing to participate in a mountain climbing activity.

I looked around in the line at Happiness Elementary School and didn't see the girl, but I saw another person.

The boy who often appeared with my father and that woman.

Due to the large number of people, the mountains are very large, and the road conditions are complicated, the teacher can't see them at all, so the teacher asked us middle school students to take those elementary school students with them one by one.

At my behest, the boys took the boy into a cave.

That cave is on the mountain wall, it is difficult to climb up, and it is even more difficult to come down, and we need each other's help. The cave is deep and dark.

Under the banner of exploration, everyone went into the cave together, and when the boy was brought to the depths of the cave, several quietly retreated, leaving the boy alone in the cave.

The boy seems to be in the fourth grade, and his temperament is a little stubborn, but after all, he is not very old, and it is estimated that he will definitely be frightened when he is in a cave where he can't see his fingers.

I feel that I am really a little bad at this moment, but there is a trace of joy in my heart.

Later, everyone gathered, and the teacher counted the number of people, but still did not see the boy come back. They found Mr. Yu, who was a teacher in our middle school, and I found out that Mr. Yu was his father.

I was in the same school as Mr. Yu, and I had a certain impression of him in the past two years, and he was a good teacher.

I was a little uneasy to see his anxious appearance, but I never came forward to tell the truth of the matter.

Later, they even informed the boy's mother, who was so anxious that she cried.

Then she saw me in the student ranks, and she was supposed to know me, and she looked at her suspicious eyes, as if she was already suspecting that I had done it.

Later, they went up the mountain to look for it, and they went into the cave and found the boy.

His eyes were swollen from crying, and he was still sobbing when he was found.

He didn't know that I had done it, and no one pursued it after he found it.

But I already have some regrets for doing such a bad thing.

After all, he is innocent, so why should I take my anger out on him?

When I got home that night, I was surprised to see my father sitting at home.

In recent years, he has either not returned home, or he has come home late, and it is rare for him to come back so early.

I saw that his face was wrong, and he was about to go back to his room with his schoolbag on his back.

But he stopped me, and when I walked over, he slapped me in the face.

I think he probably knew about today's events, and I knew that I was wrong, so I didn't resist and took this slap hard.

My mother is not at home, it seems that she went to buy groceries, so my father wants to teach me a lesson, and there is no one to persuade me, but even if my mother is at home, she can't persuade her.

My dad nodded on my forehead and asked me if I did the autumn outing today.

For that woman's son to come back and accuse my own son, I looked at my father and my heart was cold.

Probably because my unyielding attitude angered my father, he raised his hand and prepared to hit me again.

I didn't hide, but said calmly, "Don't think that no one knows what you did, if you don't know, you can't do it unless you do." If you don't quit that thing, I promise it will happen again and again, and maybe one day he loses it and never gets it back. ”

"You!"

My father was so angry that he looked for tools everywhere, apparently intending to beat me up.

"Unless you kill me." I say.

In the end, my father didn't beat me again.

Although he hated me and was angry with me, he did make some changes since this incident.

He also came back more often, and sometimes even asked me about my studies and cared about my mother's health, I don't know if he really had a conscience, or if he was afraid that I would bully that boy again. Whatever the reason, I'm glad that he's willing to change.

So I didn't see the girl for a long time, and I couldn't see her, and I could choose to have amnesia. When I see him, I think of the sinful things my father had done. The impasse between me and my father could not be resolved.

In the blink of an eye, it was the first year of high school.

That year there was a city-wide student athletic meet.

When I was on the court with a basketball, there were a lot of people shouting my name.

Because we were representing the school in the competition, we brought cheerleaders, and there were girls who handed me water and towels.

I saw that girl again in the arena that day.

It was a competition between us and the junior high school I used to attend, and I realized that she was already in middle school.

I didn't count how long I hadn't seen her, but this time I saw her again, and found that she was a lot taller, and her facial features had grown, and she was very beautiful and innocent.

She seemed to be part of their school cheerleading team, with flower balls in her hand, cheering along with the cheerleaders.

Because of her presence, I was a little absent-minded when I played.

Their school scored the first goal, and she was clapping with the flower ball, smiling so much that her eyes were bent, and she looked so happy.

Her smile is so remarkable! I was stunned.

I always remember her long eyelashes, and at this moment, her smile is deeply imprinted in my mind, and it will not be able to get rid of it.

Later, I had a chance to pitch and I missed, and I allowed the opponent to grab the rebound, and they scored another goal, and she jumped for joy.

She's happy, I'm inexplicably happy, whether she scores or not, whether she wins or not, it really doesn't matter.

The teacher thought I was not in good shape, so he replaced me.

There was a circle of people around the stadium, and everyone was watching the game, and I was watching her.

Her white, washed and yellowed sneakers were out of place, but they didn't affect her mood at all.

When she jumped up for joy, the two small balls on her chest wrapped in her school uniform were also shaking, and I realized that she had developed.

Looking at the two balls in her chest, my face burned up.

I'm a high school student, she's a junior high school student, and it stands to reason that there are a lot of girls around me who are better developed than her, but the other girls haven't been able to get my attention, so I just like to watch her, and I feel a little dry mouth.

Always staring at girls' breasts, I'm probably not normal!

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