I am willing to forgive Ying Zhi's sincere flower, although my heart hurts.

I said, "Who do you think you are?" Without the blessing of money, what good do you have" is also a lie.

He's just good. He didn't come back in Gansu, but he didn't forget that his mother sent a huge bouquet of colored cotton on his birthday, with a card that read "Give you the warmest love".

He doesn't care if my grades are good or bad, but if I'm in a bad mood because of the bad exam, he will leave work early to comfort me. No matter where he went on a business trip, he would bring me local specialty pastries and snacks, and I happened to hear his assistant say that he was busy every time he went on a business trip, but he never pretended to be a souvenir.

In the sixth grade of primary school, I had an acute lung infection, and the sputum I coughed up and spit out fell to the ground one by one, so disgusting, he squatted and pulled carefully: "There is no blood, fortunately!" ”

I hated the smoke on him, so he quit smoking, and it was ten years in a flash.

He has been a good father to me for more than ten years, and perhaps, only a bad father for a year or two.

I can't forget the many, very warm and good because of that little, very bad thing.

So, even if he was like that, I just hated him and liked him at the same time.

As much as the heart hates, how much you like it.

It took a long time for Dad to come out of the study, and his face couldn't hide his disgrace.

I never thought he would be like this.

Mom couldn't stop looking at him, glance after look, but didn't ask a word.

After eating, Dad went into the study again.

My mother pulled me to sit down on the sofa with her backhand, and quietly asked me about the situation with the fat man in the past few days, and I replied that I had a lot of fun and that my cold was cured.

"How can you catch a cold? You've been getting better in the past few years, huh? "Mom immediately went to get a thermometer and took my temperature.

Clamping the cold thermometer under my armpit, I gently asked my mother, "Mom, do you really want to divorce your father?" ”

Mom lowered her head, as if she didn't know how to answer. After a long time, he shook his head: "It's all your father and his ......" The rest of the words were swallowed in his throat.

I understand.

My mother has never been gentle and soft-tempered, and she can't even make a big fuss about divorce, so how can she be resolute and resolute?

"So, Mom, if Dad repents of his mistakes, will you forgive him?"

My mother looked at me with bright eyes and nodded twice without hesitation.

I didn't expect her to nod so quickly.

Because mom still loves dad? It's just like me, can't stand being abandoned? Or is she unforgiving, but willing to put up with him?

At this moment, I feel that our mother and daughter are on the same front: if Ying Zhicheng has a trace of reluctance, our mother and daughter will not let go no matter what.

Just like me, even if I hate him to death, I don't want him to be killed by Uncle He.

Strangely, I got the answer I wanted, but I felt physically and mentally exhausted, as if the baby had just cried and was extremely low, but the body just wanted to sleep.

I went upstairs and planned to rest early.

When I passed by my parents' room, I couldn't resist walking in.

On the wide bed, a set of bedding has been changed a long time ago, but it still reminds people of the day when the woman who didn't know who was wrapped in the quilt and the father was lifting his pants in a panic.

I closed my eyes and turned and walked into their cloakroom.

Find two pieces of clothing in the corner, Dad's blue overalls from a long, long time ago, and Mom's cherry knitted cardigan embroidered on a white background.

At that time, Dad's career was just starting, and Mom's clothes were not so expensive. But this cardigan was the first piece of clothing that my father cherished and gave to my mother. Mom also said that Dad, a straight man, finally got his senses.

I took them back to my room.

In my closet, I still have the pink gauze dress I wore when I was a child, and at that time, it was my best little dress.

I took a hanger, hung the cardigan over the little skirt, and let the blue overalls hold them, as if that way, we could go back to the way things were.

I hope Ying Zhicheng can figure it out.

Because if he can't figure it out, I won't figure it out.

When he got up the next day, Ying Zhicheng had already left. Mom's eyes were red, and she didn't want to look at me. I guess she and her dad had another unpleasant falling out.

The truth has been spoken, it depends on Ying Zhizhi's willingness to be lost.

I returned to school with my schoolbag, and sure enough, my classmates looked calm, and only one or two people greeted me: "Ying Xiaoxiao, is you getting better with a cold?" ”

I touched my forehead: "The fever is gone." ”

I didn't lie, I should have lied sincerely and asked for leave.

Adults teach us not to lie, and it's easy to lie ourselves.

Next to the seat, there was one more, uh, a familiar face back - Fang Yuanzhen. Baby-faced, red lips and white teeth, black hair and big eyes, and short stature, similar to me, like a doll that doesn't grow big. The girls in the class like to pinch his tender cheeks and call him "Fang Zhengtai", and then "Fang Tai" for short.

Of course, this nickname can only be exchanged for him blushing and glaring angrily.

He sat in his seat shaking his legs, smiled and greeted me: "Ying Xiaoxiao, long time no see." ”

I nodded, "Indeed, you've been on this exchange for a long time." ”

As soon as he sat down and put his school bag away, he took out a box of candy from the desk drawer and handed it to me: "I brought it for you." ”

Fat people love sugar, and I immediately turned my head to look at fat people.

He didn't come.

It wasn't until I looked back seventeen or eighteen times that he slowly came late, rested against the door frame, and staggered into the classroom.

The classmates laughed when they saw him: "Fatty, have you cut your skin?" ”

It is said that many boys in the class went for this operation, and everyone often made fun of each other, and later, even the girls made fun of the boys in this way, just like the boys made fun of the girls' 'big aunt' for having a bad temper.

A bead of sweat appeared on the fat man's hairline, and the hair on his forehead was stranded as a result. He wiped his forehead and replied to his classmates slightly panting: "Who said that?" Lao Tzu cut hemorrhoids. ”

During class, he stood all the time. The teacher asked him, and he replied again: "Report to the teacher, I have cut hemorrhoids." ”

The teacher then praised him for his admirable spirit of perseverance in school.

Fart! This guy only came back yesterday, how can he have time to cut any hemorrhoids?

As soon as class ended, I ran towards the fat man's seat.

The fat man stood there and stretched out his palm to block me slightly: "Slow down." ”

"Fatty, did your dad beat you?" I gritted my teeth and asked in a whisper.

The fat man glanced at me, lowered his eyelids, and said "um": "Slapped twice." ”

It's called "Slapped twice?" "I know best what Uncle He's temper is, he starts a fire and scolds extremely ugly, and beats the child extremely ruthlessly.

I stomped my foot: "Fatty, it's me who is the burden on you." ”

"Don't be moved, don't make promises." The fat man still didn't forget to say nonsense: "I don't like breastless." ”

"You're just afraid of me guilty." I debunked him in one bite: "Forget it, don't feel guilty." Who of us is with whom, who owes whom, so why bother? ”

The fat man grinned: "Hehe." Then he said, "At noon, you will accompany me to change the dressing." The doctor said it would hurt and I was scared. ”

When his parents just divorced, no one took care of him, and the fat man cooked dumplings alone and was burned by the hot soup, which hurt terribly. Since then, the fat man has been deeply afraid of skin trauma.

Changing the dressing at noon, it turned out to be the same hospital again, but it changed departments.

The fat man lay on the bed in the examination room, and I held his hand and closed my eyes. Listening to the doctor, he stumbled and pulled the fat man's pants: "Hey, the bruises have scattered a lot, much better than yesterday, and the young man is recovering quickly." ”

I quietly opened one eye, only to see the fat man's buttocks and thighs bruised, terrifying, as if red and blue ink had spilled on the white steamed buns, where is it much better?

The fat man roared, "Don't look at it." ”

As soon as I closed my eyes, I heard the fat man's wailing call, and there was a slight pain in my hand, which was pinched by my fingernails.

The smell of potion permeated the air, a little rushing to the nose.

The doctor joked to the fat man while changing the dressing: "If you change the medicine, you will bring your little girlfriend, you look like you are going to cry, and you are not afraid that your girlfriend will dislike you?" ”

"She's not my girlfriend."

"I don't dislike it."

We both spoke at the same time.

"I'm not his girlfriend."

"She doesn't hate me."

We both spoke at the same time.

The doctor understood: "Oh, half-siblings. ”

Doctor, you've got the truth.