Lang Zhong dragged me to the age of ten as a father and a mother, and we have all forgotten the unpleasantness of the past. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info but one day, it's very strange, maybe people will subconsciously shield off unpleasant memories, I don't even remember because of what trouble, he was in a hurry, and he was slapped in the ass. Although it was only a symbolic pat, it didn't hurt, but I, who had never been beaten, was so aggrieved that I cried. I don't know which tendon is wrong, but I said with tears in my eyes: "Hmph, you are not my father, why did you beat me?" I'm looking for my own father! After saying that, he turned around and walked out on his short legs, not noticing that Dad was sitting on the chair and covering his heart with his hand.

I thought he would chase him out, but he didn't. I deliberately slowed down, but I still didn't hear any movement to catch up. It was dark outside, and a small breeze was blowing by, and I began to feel a little scared and regretful. Actually, I regretted the words when I said them, but I had to be very face-saving, and I felt that I couldn't show weakness in front of my father, and I had to hold on no matter what. So he wandered outside all night, and finally fell asleep in the family's firewood stack. When the day dawned, my stomach was so hungry that I found a reason to go back - to go back to my own house to eat, which is natural and not ashamed.

But when I got to the door, I found that the door was still open, exactly the same as when I left. It stands to reason that at this time it should be smoke curling, food is placed on the table, the whole room is filled with a warm atmosphere, and Dad is smiling and shouting that I have eaten? But at this time, the courtyard was deserted, and there was no trace of life. I looked up at the chimney, and it stood there coldly, as if frozen. The room was silent, not a single sound. My heart fluttered.

The door to the main room was also open, and I hesitated to lean against the door and peek inside. The light in the room was dim, except for a faint morning sun shining obliquely through the window, hitting the ground in front of Daddy. And he was hiding in the shadows, still sitting on the chair in the same posture as last night, with his head bowed, motionless, very mad.

I called "Daddy" softly, but I didn't respond, and my heart was suddenly pulled to my throat by an ominous premonition. I trembled and shouted again, "Dad, you speak, don't scare me~" but still didn't agree.

I boldly crossed the threshold, leaned sideways, and reached for a snort—no breath! I was so shocked that it took me a long time to cry out with a "wow".

The cry drew the neighbors. As the saying goes, "distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors", there is really nothing wrong with it. The neighbors and villagers who had been tricked by me in the past were tolerant and enthusiastic to lend a helping hand. The guy is also busy and busy, running before and after to help take care of the aftermath.

Daddy's departure left heartbroken. He has always been my dependence, my God, giving me care and love. I thought he was immortal and would always be by my side, but I never thought that one day he would actually leave, and he left so unexpectedly.

However, the reality is so cruel, I have received ten years of his favor in vain, not only did I not give him a day of filial piety, did not fulfill my promise, gave him a pension, and even him off alive. The only thing I did for him was to give him the end. The guys and neighbors helped bury my father, and I became a filial son and carried the spirit flag. But what's the use? If I could turn back time, I'd rather never have that night.

My father was killed by me, and this became a stone that pressed on the bottom of my heart, tormenting me all the time, making me feel painful, breathless, and happy.

The woman was right, I was a white-eyed wolf, a scourge. As for the goblins, I don't think I'm not. Aren't goblins supposed to know how to spell? If only I were a demon, then I would be able to bring my dearest dad back to life. It's a pity I'm not.

The abbot gave my father a ritual and took me to the mountain. Since then, there has been a taciturn little novice in this ancient temple, and there is no longer the stubborn Chen Leisheng.

I began to shut myself up, no longer open my mouth to speak, no longer laugh, and every day I pulled the placket of the abbot's clothes and followed behind. The abbot was not annoyed, he always led me and took me with him wherever he went. Sometimes, people would look at me with pity and say to the abbot, "This kid can't be scared stupid, right?" At this time, the abbot would take me into his arms, touch my head, and say, "Who said that this child knows in his heart!" "Yes, I know in my heart, I want to follow the abbot, I am afraid that one day he will accidentally disappear, then there will be no one in this world who cares about me.