I really don't want to be a teacher

"...Dad, don't pick it up, don't pick it up..."

The middle-aged man on the side listened to his father's words, his eyes were a little red, he put his arms around his father, and said,

"... I don't need to save any more in the future, I don't need to just eat steamed buns anymore, I have money, I have money, Dad..."

With a trembling voice, the middle-aged man said,

Hearing this, the old man had a smile on his face, looked at his son, and slowly raised his hand,

"...Silly boy, what are you talking about, Dad still has to save money for your college education."

The old man smiled and said,

"I still have to save some money, turn over the house at home, and you have to marry a wife in the future..."

As the old man said, he still struggled to hunker down, stretched out his trembling hands, and picked up the piece of steamed bun on the ground.

The steamed buns are covered with ashes.

"Wait later, wait until you are promising, and then honor Dad..."

As he spoke, the old man raised his trembling hand and put the ashes-stained steamed bun into his mouth.

"dad……"

The middle-aged man looked at his father, his eyes were red,

"Dad, I eat steamed buns, I eat steamed buns, you can eat these dishes..."

As the middle-aged man spoke, he stuffed the ashes-stained steamed bun into his mouth and chewed it mouthful.

The old man was stunned, his cloudy eyes were in a trance, he looked at his son, and followed closely, with a smile on his face again,

Turning his head, he looked at the empty space on the side,

"...When my son grows up, he wants to buy a car and drive Dad, okay, okay... I will drive me when my son grows up."

Laughing, bowing his head, he said to the empty space,

Immediately afterwards, he paused again, raised his head slightly, still looking at the empty space,

"...After you go to school, study hard and don't worry about things at home... You should take care of the tuition... Don't save too much outside, just buy whatever you want... If you don't have enough money, give it to the village, give it to the village Call from where Dad works, and Dad will wire it to you..."

The voice gradually subsided again, and the old man slowly raised his head, looking at the distance, as if he was looking at something,

"... Just work hard when you are outside, don't worry about your family, everything is fine at home, and there is nothing wrong... Dad is stupid and doesn't understand these things... There is a father at home, so don't worry about the family..."

Turning back again, the old man smiled and said,

The voice echoed in the restaurant, and the restaurant grew quieter,

The middle-aged people who were sipping wine at the table next to each other fell silent, and the couple who were cuddling together and eating became more and more quiet.

"...Or, when we're done working these few days, let's go home and have a look."

The waiter of the restaurant walked out of the kitchen with a serving of porridge, stopped his feet again, turned around, and said to the husband who was busy in the kitchen,

"it is good……"

……

Glancing at the old man and the middle-aged man again, Lian Ge turned his gaze back,

Holding the steamed buns and eating, listening to the voices echoing in the restaurant,

On the shoulder, the little white mouse stood with its forelimbs, turned its head, looked at the steamed bun in Lian Ge's hand,

Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the little white mouse, smiled slightly, tore off some steamed buns, and handed them to the little white mouse.

"Squeak, squeak..."

The little white mouse is holding, eating, turning its head, looking at the old man at the table next to it, a middle-aged man, and barking twice,

Hearing the sound, Lian Ge smiled slightly, didn't say much, took the steamed bun, and ate again.

……

"...Come, come, come soon..."

The old man sat on the seat, turned sideways, seemed to respond, then turned around again, hurriedly grabbed a few steamed buns in the bag, stuffed them into his mouth with trembling hands,

"...Dad, Dad, you don't need to eat steamed buns anymore, you don't need to eat steamed buns anymore..."

The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and he grabbed his father's hand,

Hearing the sound, the old man turned his head slowly, first stared at his son in a daze, and followed closely with his eyes in a trance, with a smile on his face,

"...Son, be obedient, stay at home obediently, dad has to go to work, when dad comes back, dad will buy you candied haws."

While talking, the old man stretched out his hand again and stroked the middle-aged man's hair.

"Dad, look at me, your son has grown up, has grown up..."

The middle-aged man trembled all over, grabbed his father's hand, and said,

"...It's time for me to honor you, and it's time for me to drive you in a car. You don't need to save any more, and you don't need to just eat steamed buns anymore."

The middle-aged man said with red eyes.

Hearing the sound, the old man looked at his son with dazed eyes, staring blankly, watching,

"...grow up, son, grow up..."

The old man murmured, said, turned his head again, looked to the side, smiled on his face, and said,

"... Damn, have you seen that when the child grows up, he knows that he loves his father..."

"...Dad, yes, I've grown up... I don't need to eat steamed buns anymore, I'm rich, dad, look, I'm rich..."

As the middle-aged man spoke, in a panic, he rummaged through his trouser pocket, took out all the bank cards and money in his pocket, and put them in front of the old man.

"...No, no more steamed buns..."

The old man looked at his son, murmured, smiled, and said,

"Yes, Dad, you don't need to eat steamed buns anymore, you don't need to eat steamed buns anymore..."

The middle-aged man's eyes were red, and as he spoke, he picked up the soup bowl next to him, picked up the spoon,

"...Dad, you drink soup, you eat a piece of chicken, and I will feed you..."

The middle-aged man said, holding the soup with a spoon, and carefully passed it to his father's mouth,

The old man was stunned, looking at his son, slowly opened his mouth, and put down the two steamed buns he was holding.

……

"...Mr. Old man, your porridge is here."

The waiter carried the porridge, walked to the side table again, and said with a smile, put the porridge on the table,

"Thank you Dad, do you want porridge? I'll feed you."

The middle-aged man thanked him, then turned his head and looked at his father,

The old man was stunned, looking at his son, followed closely, his eyes turned red, and muddy tears gushed out of them,

"... baby, your mother is gone... gone..."

"I know, I know... It's okay, Dad, it's okay... From now on, Dad, you will live with me. After dinner, we will go home, we will go home..."

The middle-aged man's eyes were also red, and he said,

"Go home... go home..."

The old man murmured and repeated, followed by a smile on his face again,

"...Baby, when did you come back? I'll go tell your mother and ask her to make you something you like..."

Chapter 395 Can't

"...Dad, ah, open your mouth and have some porridge..."

In the lobby of the restaurant, the incandescent lamp was on, reflecting the shadows of people at the tables under the lamp,

Breeze came through the open door of the restaurant from time to time, and the lobby of the restaurant became more and more quiet, only the voices of the middle-aged man and the old man echoed at the side table.

The middle-aged man was holding a porridge bowl and a spoon, feeding the porridge to his father spoon by spoon, as if coaxing a child. From time to time, he took a paper towel and wiped his father's mouth.

The old man sat on the seat, turned sideways, stared at his son in a daze, clutched his son's skirt with one hand, opened his mouth from time to time, took a mouthful of porridge, and murmured from time to time,

"...My son is so tall. In a few days, he will surpass Dad..."

The old man smiled, stared blankly at one place, and said,

Immediately afterwards, the smile on his face faded again, the hand that was holding his son's skirt loosened, and he patted his son's clothes,

"I'm going outside, be careful, pay attention to safety... When you get to work, call Murakami... Let your mother not worry so much... If you miss home, come back... Okay, let's go Well, it's time to miss the car in a while."

As if caught in a series of memories, the old man murmured, said, and repeated,

The porridge still wrapped in his mouth flowed out from time to time.

The middle-aged man took a tissue and wiped it over and over again, his eyes were red,

"...Dad, come, have some food."

Picking up the chopsticks, the middle-aged man handed it to his father.

Hearing the sound, the old man turned his head slowly, first stared blankly at his son, followed closely with a smile on his face,

"...My son knows that he loves Dad. It's okay, son, you can eat. Dad just ate it on the way back..."

Smiling, the old man looked at his son and said.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man trembled with the chopsticks holding the vegetables.

"dad……"

With red eyes, he yelled again, the man paused again,

"... Let's have some food, Dad..."

The old man was stunned, looked at his son, opened his mouth slowly, and ate the dish.

In the restaurant, it was getting quieter.

……

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at the old man and the middle-aged man at the table next to him, turned his gaze away,

Didn't say anything more, just ate another mouthful of steamed buns, picked up the chopsticks, ate the food, and listened to the voices lingering in my ears.

……

"...Damn it, why does this wine still smell a little bit eye-catching today?"

On the inner side of the restaurant, at a dining table, there were a few shirtless middle-aged men sitting, with a few open beer bottles in front of them.

One of the middle-aged men raised his arms, wiped his red eyes, stood up,

"...Brothers, I won't drink this wine today. I have something to do, so I'll go first."

The middle-aged man pulled the clothes on the seat, said something, then turned around, looked at the middle-aged man and the old man,

"...Then don't drink." Another middle-aged man stood up beside him, nodded first, followed by another smile on his face,

"It just so happens that my bastard is coming back tomorrow, and I have to go to the airport to pick him up tomorrow morning."

While putting on his clothes, the middle-aged man said with a smile,

"...Don't drink, don't drink...Damn it, this wine really smokes your eyes...Let's go, go...Go home...Boss, settle the bill..."

……

In the restaurant, people at several tables got up one after another, checked out and left, looking around, it became more and more quiet,

"...This is really embarrassing, it has affected your business."

The middle-aged man held the porridge bowl, looked into the restaurant, turned his head again, and said to the waiter apologetically,

The waiter heard this, shook his head with a smile,

"They went back earlier this time, maybe they will come to the store again next time, so there is no influence."