Dad drove us to the old town, where we drilled through a gray old house that was at least twenty or thirty years old, and finally came to an old neighborhood surrounded by low walls. We got out of the car and walked under the tall banyan tree, a narrow flower bed on the side of the road, the stones were crooked, and I didn't know what shrubs, there were dense little white flowers, and the fragrance was very oily.

Mom asked me if I knew where it was, and I shook my head.

Didn't Dad take me to play, what's there to do here?

They were mysteriously reluctant to speak.

Entering a small building and going up to the third floor, Dad took out the key to open the door and made a gesture of please.

Mom and I entered the door one after the other.

I immediately yelled "whoa, whoa".

I know where this is, this is our former home!

Small two-bedroom living room, the living room is small, slender and thin, the fabric sofa is just stuck at one end, and the light green plaid cloth in memory is still on it.

In the middle of the living room, on the left side of the wall, is a small dining table. There are two doors next to the table, one leading to the study and the other to the bedroom.

Big bedroom, small study. I remember when I lived here, I was too young, and I liked to be tired of being with my mom and dad, so I never slept in a separate room with my parents. The other room is my father's study.

At that time, I woke up in the middle of the night and didn't see my father, so I slipped out of bed and ran to the study to find one. He would come over from the pile of drawings rubbing his eyes, carry me to the kitchen, give me a small glass of milk to drink, and put me to sleep. Once, I drank too much milk, wetted the bed in the morning, and was so embarrassed that I never drank milk at night again.

Opposite the dining table are two sliding glass doors, through which you can clearly see the black stone cooking table and the light wood cabinet door, and it is in this small world that my mother has practiced her cooking skills.

The lower half of the glass door is covered with stickers, with small grass, wild flowers, small mushrooms, small lambs, and small rabbits. When I was a child, I used to scribble on glass doors with a paintbrush, looking at them through the light, and I felt that I was very beautiful. My mother saw that I was interested in painting and enrolled me in a class, but I was not interested in drawing on paper.

I touched the glass door, the stickers were still there, and the paintings were gone.

Walk to the other end of the living room, which is where I remember the most – my playground. A third of the coloured foam board was laid out, and against the wall was a row of small cabinets, waist-tall.

I walked up barefoot, soft, warm foam, and it felt great on my feet, long time gone.

When I opened the cabinet, which contained many toys and picture books, I opened a book with two little raccoons on the cover, and saw that the title page was written crookedly in pinyin, "xiaoguaiguai." "G's legs are so long that he looks like he can't stop the car.

This is my handwriting, my book!

I remember when I moved, I couldn't bear them, and I cried to take them all away. Later, they were packed into tighter boxes and piled up in the attic of today, and how did they come to be here?

I suppressed the shock in my heart and went to see my parents.

There was no one in the living room, and the sound of their soft talking came from the bedroom.

I got up and walked to the bedroom door.

Mom leaned against the window, Dad sat at the end of the bed, facing her, the blue overalls were wide, but his back was still upright and handsome, enough to fascinate the uncles and girls in the high school of our school.

Mom seemed to be smiling on her face, and she was stretching out her index finger to point at her father's forehead: "How proud are you?" stupid, 500,000 was sold, and 2 million were bought. ”

Dad grabbed her fingers: "Without the 500,000, how could there be today." ”

He lowered his head and said "poof", as if kissing his mother's finger: "Ning Ning, it was really hard for you to follow me for more than a year." Take Xiaoxiao to live in a rental house, and you don't even have money to buy your favorite shrimp, so you can only count back and buy six for Xiaoxiao to eat......"

The rental house we lived in at that time? Even though the house was big and beautiful, I cheered for a long time. Of course, we moved into our current house when we were in elementary school, so I don't have much of an impression of the temporary transition home.

I only remember in a trance, we weren't poor at that time? Obviously I have more toys and a more beautiful dress. When my mother went back to my grandmother's house, she was dressed very beautifully, and she was wearing a diamond necklace, and I remember my mother telling my grandmother that her necklace was bought for 190,000 yuan......

"Zhicheng, I don't feel bitter, really. Look at our classmates, which one doesn't envy me for finding a potential stock? My mom also said that I had a good eye, but fortunately I didn't object too much at first. ”

Dad laughed out loud: "You have a good eye, buy a zircon necklace for two hundred yuan and fill it with diamonds, but your mother didn't recognize it." As for luck, if it weren't for Lao He's capital injection, the money we would have made from selling the house would have been wasted. Ning Ning, you dare to bet more than me. I'm strange, you really weren't worried about the failure of your business at that time, we were homeless? ”

Mom tilted her head, blinked her eyes twice, and smiled slyly: "What are you afraid of, if you really become a poor bastard, I will kick you!" ”

"Cut!" Dad was very disdainful: "When you married me, I was also poor, and once the down payment for the house was given, there was only 133 yuan left." Why are you willing to marry? ”

"Impulsiveness is the devil, and you will regret it when you get the certificate."

"Liar!" Dad pulled Mom on his lap, clasped her waist, bit her ear, and said vaguely: "You just like me handsome, like me to kiss, like to play all kinds of tricks with me......"

I squinted and sat on the couch, wondering if I was going out for a walk, or playing with my phone for a while?

As I was thinking about it, a pink red box on the coffee table caught my attention, the box was large, thin, tied with a golden bow, and it was very light in the hand, and it looked like it was a certain brand of clothing.

I opened the bow and opened the box to see that it was a ochre-red certificate with a row of gilded letters: "House Ownership Certificate".

It's this thin certificate, 2 million? I opened it, flipped through the pages, and finally my eyes fell on the date.

It was three months ago.

Weren't they getting divorced at that time?

Just when I felt strange, I saw that there was a card at the bottom of the box, and when I picked it up, it was my father's unique font that was slightly inclined to the upper right: "Ning Ning: Happy 18th wedding anniversary!" The cottage of love, live with you forever! ”

It took me a while to understand.

Swindler! Ying Zhicheng and Zhang Ning are both liars! A pair of liars! TV series are not made up by them! Yao Chen and Guo Jingfei can't be played by them!

What's the divorce? What what vixen? What do you want me? What is lost? Lie to me the, to lied to me as a child!

No wonder Uncle He didn't know that they were divorced! No wonder there is no movement away! No wonder my mother stopped talking several times, no wonder my father was vague when he talked about it, and they teased me!

I slammed the real estate certificate on the coffee table and rushed into the bedroom in a few steps, my mother was startled, and quickly jumped away from my father's lap and swept her hair.

Seeing that I was angry, my father was surprised and said, "Xiaoxiao, what's wrong?" ”

I sneered, crossed my arms and looked the liars up and down: "Yo! is so affectionate, why don't you kiss? Isn't there no tricks to play? Do you want me to go home and get you rabbit ears nurse clothes? Oh, and maybe it's a different twist again. I said that you should be sincere, Zhang Ning, you want to be shameless, what kind of wool film do you learn when you are old? Don't be ashamed! I'm blushing for you! ”

I stretched out my hand and pointed at Ying Zhicheng, and my fingertips were about to reach the tip of his nose: "You still have the heart to hit me, you can do it too!" You throw me to the ground, you kick the fat man to the ground, you, you, you, you don't want to die! ”

Mom coughed twice, lowered her head and hid behind Dad, pinched his arm with her fingers and twisted it gently, and her voice was like a fly: "Look, look, it's all your ...... to blame."

Dad's eyebrows raised slightly, and his voice was high: "Blame me? Lao Tzu is light. If the fat man lifts the quilt, Lao Tzu throws him downstairs and tells him to reincarnate as a man! ”

I was so angry that I was about to stutter: "Who, who made you not angry?" Do you say it's mom, me and the fat man, do we dare me? ”

Dad snorted coldly: "Is anyone thin-skinned?" ”

Mom shrunk again, hiding all behind her father, not even revealing her clothes.

I stared at Ying Zhicheng viciously for a long time.

Dad's swagger was like an LED light that had been blacked out, and it gradually dimmed.

I turned around and pulled the dresser stool, twisted myself and sat down, resting my elbows on the table, bending my right foot on my left leg, and said in a deep voice, "Tell me honestly, why are you two acting in this big show?" ”

Dad pulled Mom to sit down at the end of the bed, facing me, and looked at each other, Mom weakly pushed Dad.

Well, I'm quite dignified in interrogation, and I'm really happy.

Dad lowered his eyelids, sat upright, pressed his hands on his knees, and honestly explained: "It all started three months ago, when a friend's son committed suicide by jumping off a building because of a setback. When the police came to the door early in the morning, the friend and his wife couldn't believe it until they opened the door of their son's room and saw that the quilt was neatly arranged and the flower pot on the windowsill had been moved two ......"

Well, I remembered that at that time, my father was embarrassed, and I had insomnia for two days in a row, and I finished playing games in the middle of the night, and I saw my father in the study, holding a cigarette in his hand and sniffing and sniffing.

So, he was worried that I wouldn't be able to withstand the wind and waves, so he made a big setback to train me?

Divorce, cheating, neither of them wants me, I can't stand it on any child! Do you want to exercise or do you want my life!

When I think of the dozens of hundreds of sleeping aids and the river water that has not yet arrived, my nose is sour and I want to cry.

Lao Tzu almost died!

I lowered my right leg and erected my left leg. Changed the left leg and put the right leg on the shelf, and it was not funny.

Just stand up, walk a few steps, walk from the door to the window, and from the window to the door. At the end, he stood still and scolded: "Ying Zhicheng, I will obey you without a wall!" ”

Dad hugged me suddenly: "Xiaoxiao, Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry, it's all Daddy's bad." You don't know how scared Dad is, Dad is scared, so scared that he can't sleep all night. You are still so young, and you are too well protected by us, and you have never known the difficulties of people. But this life is still so long, there are so many things, you may not be able to get into college, you may fall out of love, you may be jealous and hateful, your rebellious period will come one day, and you will not tell us anything...... If so, what should I do then? ”

I struggled hard, wrenched his hand, and it didn't work.

The muscles of his arms bulged out and were as hard as iron.

Mom sighed and said quietly: "Xiaoxiao, forgive Mom and Dad." We were parents for the first time and had little experience. ”

The reason is unmatched.

But Lao Tzu has no experience as a daughter!

I can't do this job! Lao Tzu is no longer playing!

I lowered my head and bit Ying Zhicheng, and as soon as he let go, I took the opportunity to run out.