Chapter 279: I Dropped Out

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"Dad, where's our rhubarb?" I looked around and remembered that the old yellow dog who had grown up with me since I was a child did not appear.

Hearing my words, my father slowly lowered the chopsticks he had just picked up, and I felt a little uneasy as I watched my father's movements and his face gradually become serious.

"Alas......" my father sighed, looking at me with some guilt, and then he said: "Rhubarb was sick some time ago, but he just wasn't eating, I thought she had been looking for food outside these days, and she could run and jump when she went to the mountains, and there was no big change, but I didn't expect to die in the end, and then I was negligent." ā€

Looking at my father's ashamed face, I pursed my lips and could only comfort: "Don't blame your father, don't take it too seriously." ā€

"I'm afraid you'll be sad, Rhubarb has been the closest to you since he was a child, I didn't take good care of him, it's always ......" Before my father's words were finished, I interrupted him.

"Father, I said, it's not your fault, Rhubarb is also old, don't blame yourself too much." I patted my father's shoulder, and I felt a little guilty in my heart, I lived alone in the field, my father was not also alone at home and no one took care of him, my father was the village chief before, but now my father is also old, and time is gradually given to the juniors, my mother has passed away for many years, except for rhubarb, my father's heart is probably more uncomfortable than me.

"Dad, don't think too much, didn't you say you would take us to the mountains in the afternoon?" I tried to change the subject and not to do something like that sad thing.

"Good, good. Let's eat first. You don't know, the mountains are not as good as before, this air pollution or something, I used to be able to meet a few finches when I was on the periphery, but now unless I go inside, I can't hear those little things calling. Speaking of this, my father's eyes also burst out with a few glints.

For these simple villagers, this land is much better than the smoky city.

"Well, okay, I'm going to go up to the tree to pick that sweet mountain fruit, I remember eating it when I was a kid." I laughed.

A meal passed in the process of our recollections.

It's already noon, I find out my previous clothes, I don't know if I have been in the city for a long time, the fairy looks at his clothes, no matter how I look at it, I feel a little ...... Earth?

I put it on with tears and laughter, not because I dislike it, but because I miss it.

"Dad, do you remember when I was in middle school, I got lost in the mountains, and you picked me up and went home?" I asked, as if casually.

Hearing me say this, my father stopped the work he was packing, looked at me and frowned, "What's the matter, did something happen?" ā€

I looked at my father's strange reaction with some surprise and asked, "Dad, do you know anything?" ā€

I looked at my father's expression, my brain twitched, and I suddenly said, "Dad, I dropped out of school." ā€œ

"What? What do you say again! "My father couldn't come back to his senses for a while, and when he heard what I was saying, his first reaction was to rush to me, with excitement and anger in his eyes.

Even though I already knew that my father would react like this, I still felt a little weak.

"I'm dropping out, Dad." I repeated.

What answered me was a heavy slap in the face from my father.

I felt something in my ear knock off and a burning pain on the side of my face.

But I didn't flinch, I just looked down at my feet.

I can't hear what my father says, but even if I can't hear it, I can feel my father's sadness.

My eyes shrank, I looked at the two dots on the ground, and suddenly raised my head, looking at my father, who was already in tears, and my heart ached. "Dad......"

I looked at my father's face, his muscles trembling with excitement and his lips drinking, and I could imagine how much effort he had used.

"Don't call me Dad!" I saw the shape of my father's mouth.

I didn't speak again, just glanced left and right, and I saw the dusty hearing aid on the ground.

Bending down to pick him up, looking at the surface with some marks around him, I quietly took him with me, looking at my father's complicated but slightly angry eyes. He whispered, "Dad, my friend is dead." ā€

I looked at my father's somewhat stunned eyes, and then I said, "Dad, I know it's not easy for you to provide me with school, but in that school, I experienced some things, and I ...... Tired. ā€

The last two words are also sour in my own nose. How can you not be tired, how can you not be afraid, only when you get to your relatives do you have a certain amount of strength to confide.

"Dad, I'm sorry." I whispered, looking into my father's eyes. "But Dad, I don't know whether to say it or not, you know, my ears, I can't hear, but, I found that he seems to ...... I mean, like. "I didn't want to scare my father, I just said that.

"Do you hear those things in your ears? Those ghosts? "What I didn't expect was that before I finished speaking, my father suddenly answered me.

Hearing my father's words, I was shocked in my heart, and my face was full of shock when I looked at my father.

"Dad, you know?" I said it so carefully that my voice was a little hoarse. I don't know what I'm feeling, maybe I don't have anything, my mind is blank, expecting an answer but not expecting it.

"If it's because of this incident, then I don't blame you, I didn't expect that you went so far away and left this village, and it still didn't have any effect."

"Dad, can you explain it to me?" I felt like I was being in the drums all the time, my heart was stuffy, and I wanted to laugh.

"I know, I've been hiding from you for more than 20 years, and it's finally time for this time." Father sighed and found a chair to make it.

"Strange, you know, your ears are congenitally deaf, you can't speak at the age of three, back then, your mother and I ran all over the county for you, and in the end there was still no way, so I bought you a hearing aid." My father said to me.

Although it is said that the cloud is light and the wind is light, I can also imagine how much effort my father and mother used at that time, and how they went from hope to disappointment. (To be continued.) Mobile phone users, please browse and read, a better reading experience.