Compared to the timidity with which she said "thank you" to me before, her voice was clearer when she read the text.

Through the door, I could imagine her sitting upright at her desk, reading a book in her hand.

I hung the rice dumplings in my hand on the doorknob in the same way, and after knocking on the door twice, I quickly ran to the next floor.

After a while, I heard the door open.

"Huh, who?" She asked cautiously.

I pressed against the wall of the hallway, holding back my breath and not making a sound.

In the past two years, although I have been paying attention to her and often doing these small movements, she does not know me.

After a while, I heard the sound of the door closing.

After a few steps up, I looked up and saw that the zongzi hanging on the door had already been taken in by her.

As I walked downstairs and stepped on my bike to leave, I subconsciously looked up at her window, but she was poking her head out.

I lowered my head a little nervously and rode out of the alley as fast as I could.

What am I nervous about?

In fact, I can be friends with her generously, stand in the open to care for her, protect her. Anyway, she doesn't know who I am, and she doesn't know the truth. But I just lack the courage, probably because I'm afraid she will see through my atonement.

Just like before, I plucked up the courage to send her home, but she didn't even look up at me. Her timidity, my weak heart, doomed us to have no positive intersection.

I rode my bicycle to the hospital, my grandfather was not in the office, I heard that he was having surgery, so I sat in the office and waited.

There are a lot of pennants and awards hanging on the wall of the office, all of which are grandpa's honors.

I don't know how long I waited, but my grandfather finally came back, and he took off his gloves as he walked, and although his face was tired, he was pleasantly surprised to see me.

"Duyun, why are you here?"

I handed him the rice dumplings.

"This is what my mother asked me to send, grandpa, can you get off work after the operation? Let's go have a meal at home, Mom is cooking. ”

Grandpa sat behind the desk, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, flipped through the medical records on the table, and said, "There will be another operation later, the patient is waiting, I will run back to eat, what kind of system will it be?" ”

After that, my grandfather asked me again, "Is your dad back?" ”

I got up and said, "I'm going to call him." ”

Grandpa patted the medical record and said a little angrily, "I have to call him back for me, my son is so old, he doesn't look like a good person?" ”

My father's ridiculous grandfather knew, I don't understand, why my father's temperament and personality are not like my grandfather at all, and I am not like my father.

When I got out of the hospital and came to the stone factory, it was already late, and I saw my father's car parked in front of the bungalow.

I reached out and knocked on the door, and my dad was in the room asking who it was, and I didn't say anything.

In short, I was a little stubborn and rebellious in my heart, and I didn't want to answer him or communicate with him.

It was a long time before the door opened, and the panic on my father's face did not escape my eyes.

"Why are you here?"

I quickly swept around the small room, there was no one else, and the mother and son should have been sent back by him.

I had a suspicion in my heart, so I pushed him away and strode in, rummaging around.

My dad blamed me on the sidelines, angry that I didn't take him seriously, and I ignored him.

When I pulled his quilt open, I immediately revealed what he had hidden in the quilt.

I was so angry that I clenched my fists, resisted the urge to hit someone, grabbed something and threw it out. My dad grabbed my arm and sprinkled the powdery stuff all over the ground.

My dad was like gold dropping, lying on the ground and grabbing those things little by little, and he was very distressed.

I really hated the way he lost his spineless appearance when he touched this thing, and he was lying on the ground like a dog at the moment.

I hated it, and my chest was bursting with rage.

Locking the door, I dragged a hemp rope from under the bed, dragged my dad up from the ground and forced him to press him onto a chair, ready to tie him up.

"You are a rebel, a big rebel, I am your old man!"

He resisted and scolded me, but now at 15 years old, I am half a head taller than him, and he is no match for me.

It's not the first time I've tied him up.

The last time he had a drug addiction attack and hit his mother, that was the first time I tied him up, and I didn't dare to do it in front of my mother, so it happened in this room.

Ever since he had come across it, he had been at times like a monster, sometimes as humble as a dog, and sometimes as grumpy as a beast. Of course, I already have the ability to distinguish between right and wrong, and know who is right and who is wrong, so I am very upset for my mother.

He said I would be struck by thunder, but I was not afraid. I don't want him to go on like this, I don't want him to bully my mother anymore. I felt like I was doing the right thing, and my only purpose was just to get him to quit that thing.

That's not a good thing, and there are many examples of people ruining people. And home doesn't feel like home anymore, and I'm worried that I'll end up this too.

My dad was tied to a chair by me and couldn't move, so he scolded me and scolded me for all kinds of ugly things.

I ignored him, stood aside, and refused to reply no matter how insulting he was.

I didn't scold him, I didn't beat him, and I was forced to tie him up. My filial piety was taught to me by my mother, and my mother has always been very filial to the elderly, and I have seen it in my eyes.

If I didn't have a word of filial piety in my heart, I would have done it to him a long time ago.

I didn't say anything, and he knew it very well, I just wanted him to make a promise. Even if his promise is worthless to me, I hope he will commit it well in this moment.

The workers got off work and said Happy Holidays to my dad outside the door as they left! They probably also saw that the car was still outside, and knew that my dad hadn't left yet.

I didn't speak, my dad didn't respond, and he probably didn't want the workers to see him in such an embarrassed way.

After the workers left, everything around them was quiet and it was completely dark.

My dad was tired of scolding and scolding, and finally stopped.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Duyun, Bo Rong, are you there?"

It was my mother's voice, and she probably saw that I hadn't come back so late, so she came over worriedly.

My mother hadn't been to the stone factory since the news of my dad and the woman came out

, probably because I don't want to see the unbearable side and make myself feel sad.

My dad glared at me, I didn't want to let him go easily this time. But my mother knocked very eagerly, and I didn't want her to worry, so I finally let my dad loose and opened the door.

My mother looked at me, then at my father, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing?" Why did it take so long to open the door? ”

"I didn't do well in the exam, and my dad was training me."

I dropped a sentence and went to push the bike myself.

Behind me, my mother was saying, "Bo Rong, it's a holiday today, let's go back to dinner early." ”

My dad locked the door and went to drive, and my mom told me to put the bike in the back of my dad's car and take my dad's car back.

I ignored it, just pedaled the car and rushed out.

For this dinner in the evening, there was only one of us at the table.

I can't remember how long it took us not to eat together, most of the time it was just me and my mother.

Because of the previous conflict, my father looked at me with hatred when he was eating.

Hate as much as hate, if I had a choice, I really don't want to be his son.

Mother probably saw the clue and smiled and played a round.

"I didn't do well in the exam this time, but I will work hard next time. Son, tell Mom, how many points did you score? ”

I put down my chopsticks, dragged my school bag, and took out the test paper and handed it over with a blank face.

"138 points, 138 points in the English test is very good."

My mother stared at my test paper in surprise and showed it to my father.

"Bo Rong, this score is good, you have to deduct a few points for the essay, you, you can't be too demanding, my son has worked hard enough."

Not only did my father not show any glory, but he put his chopsticks on the shelf and turned to go upstairs.

My mother looked at my father's back in confusion, as if she was afraid that I would be too lost, and comforted me while serving me vegetables.

"Son, you're really great! Keep up the good work! ”

No matter how hard I try, he won't be proud, I've always known that.

I slept until midnight when I was awakened by a sudden movement.

Hearing the sound of the car starting, I got out of bed and walked to the window, where I saw my father driving away.

I faintly heard my mother's crying, and I went to the door of their room and found my mother sitting on the floor, crying and coughing.

I went over to help her and saw that she had several bruises on her.

"He hit you again?"

The mother leaned against the bed and cried heartbreakingly.

I looked up at their room, where their wedding photos were still hanging on the wall.

Before, my father was not so excessive, and since he started touching that thing, he has become more and more irritable and less and less serious about this family.

Hatred ran rampant through my heart, and I said, "Mom, I don't want this dad anymore." ”

My mother's crying suddenly disappeared, and she grabbed my hand.

"Son, you can't say such things, he's done some ridiculous things, but he's always been your father, and I love him. As long as he wants this home, I can bear it. ”

I really don't understand, why can a woman tolerate it to such an extent? Is it really just because of love? My mother must still be worried about me, and she wants to keep this family intact for me.

The mother began to cough violently again, and the palm covering her mouth spread out, and there was blood.

"Mom."

I was shocked and terrified.

My mother wiped the blood from her mouth and smiled and comforted me.

"It's okay, it's an old problem, don't tell grandpa, so as not to worry him."

I went to pour hot water for my mother and get her medicine.

Tossed until midnight, watching his mother go to bed and sleep, he returned to his room.

But I couldn't sleep.

I took out a small box from under the bed with a small lock hanging from it.

It's a secret that only I know.

I retrieved the key from a secret corner and opened the box.

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