I really don't want to be a teacher

Looking at the appearance of the middle-aged man, the old man remained silent and did not speak again.

On the side, Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged man with red eyes and pain in his eyes, and didn't say much.

I just quietly listened to the sound ringing in my ears, and looked at the figures at the booth.

A few flying insects circled the incandescent lamps beside the booth, rising and falling from time to time,

The charcoal fire burning in the oven was still flickering.

In this booth, it became a little quiet again.

……

"...Is it because of the child?"

After waiting again, the old man turned his head and looked at the two strings of ribs that were placed on the table and packed in bags.

There was a gentle smile on his face, then he turned around and looked at the middle-aged man with red eyes and pain in his eyes,

Gently, he asked aloud.

Hearing the old man's words, the middle-aged man finally turned his head and looked towards the old man.

"...Little brother, at this age, can make you feel so uncomfortable, it should have something to do with the child."

The old man smiled gently, and said something to the middle-aged man who turned his head,

pause again,

"...Why, did you have a conflict with the child?"

The old man asked again, and said,

"...If you have a conflict with your child, then talk about it, it's better if you talk about it."

"...You, also listen to what the child thinks and what the child wants to do. Dolls, the things they think are different from ours."

As the old man spoke, there was a gentle smile in his eyes,

"...If you are wrong, then you should apologize to the child, just apologize to the child... If you can find a way to make it up, then try to make it up..."

The old man was talking, looking at the man's appearance, he gradually stopped talking.

Hearing what the old man said, the man paused,

Then slowly turned his head back, listening, his eyes were in a trance, looking at the little football tightly clenched in his hand,

The eye sockets are getting redder,

"...listen to what he thinks...listen to what he thinks..."

The more tears accumulated in his eyes, the more painful the middle-aged man's face became, with his mouth open, he murmured over and over again,

The hand holding the little football was trembling all over.

"...make up, make up..."

The whispering voice was a bit hoarse, and the tears accumulated in the red eyes of the middle-aged man poured out again,

Pat, clack fell, and landed on the little football that was clutched in his hand.

Seeing the man in pain, the old man didn't continue speaking, and remained silent.

……

"...I have a son."

The murmur gradually stopped, and there was a moment of silence,

The middle-aged man looked at the small football tightly in his hand, his eyes were still red, and his eyes were in a daze.

Whispering, talking aloud,

Listening to the middle-aged man speak again,

The old man didn't speak, just sat with his back bent and listened quietly.

On the side, Lian Ge turned his gaze, walked along the deserted street, and glanced into the distance.

"...This is the toy I gave him when he was young."

"...that's what he likes to eat."

The middle-aged man picked up the small football in his hand,

His eyes were red, his eyes were staring in a trance, and there was some pain in his eyes,

The surface of the small football has faded some of its paint color, and some of its surface has been worn away, revealing some twine underneath, like wounds, and it looks a little mottled and worn.

The roasted wings were tightly held in the hands of the middle-aged man, and the clenched hands trembled even more.

The old man sat beside him, looked at the middle-aged man with red eyes, and said nothing.

Lian Ge turned his gaze, looked at the small football tightly held by the middle-aged man, paused his gaze,

He turned his gaze back and looked into the distance.

Standing on its forelimbs, the standing little white mouse also turned its head and looked at the middle-aged man.

"...He has always liked this toy..."

The middle-aged man looked at the small football in his hand, his eyes were in a daze, his eyes were red,

My hands are a little tight, and my face is getting more and more painful.

While talking, he paused again.

……

"...When I gave him this toy, he was still young, just like this little toy. I saw that he liked it, so I told him, when he grows up, I will buy him a bigger football."

The middle-aged man clutched the football in his hand, then murmured and said aloud,

"...His mother passed away early. She suffered from some diseases that fell down at that time, and passed away after a few years of suffering."

"... To make a living, I found a job in the county town."

"...When he is studying, let him stay at school, and when he is on vacation, let him stay in the house... Every morning, send him to school, then go to work, and then go to work after finishing the work. The school picked him up."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man's eyes became more and more painful, and his eyes were red.

"... That day, it was the busy time of farming, and the fields were harvesting millet. I came back from the county town after work, and went to the field to harvest rice before it was dark."

"...When I came back from the field with a bag of grain on my shoulders, when I passed by the door of the neighbor's house, the neighbor told me that his teacher called... There was no phone in the house at that time, so I called the school I left my neighbor's phone number..."

"...As soon as I heard it, I felt a fire in my heart. I threw the bag of grains on the side of the road and walked towards my yard..."

"...When I walked to the yard of my house, I saw him holding a football...he bought it with his own savings...and playing in the yard with some children in the village...I became even more angry... "

"...Thinking, I worked so hard to earn money for you to study, that's how you study...playing football in the yard..."

"...I walked by and pulled him up, scaring away the other children in the village..."

"...I dragged him back to the house, and I saw that he was still holding the football in his hands, and the fire started to escalate...the football he was holding was smashed to the ground, and it hit the ground. He yelled for a while..."

"...He didn't speak or cry, just looked at me, and then at the football that was thrown aside..."

"...I looked at it, and I couldn't beat it... I picked up the football, took it outside the house, and threw it directly into the river..."

"...The football floats so far along the river."

"...He ran out after me, watched me throw the football into the river, stood there, didn't speak, just looked at..."

Chapter 883 The Destroyed Ideal Person, The Torn Portrait

"...I dragged him back to the house, and he just turned his head and looked into the river."

"...That day, I didn't let him have dinner, but let him kneel in the main room and let him think about it."

"...I told him that if I saw him playing football in the house again and heard the teacher tell him that he didn't study hard, I would break his leg... Then I got angry and walked away."

On the booth, a gust of wind blows,

The murmur mixed in the breeze, gradually stopped again,

"...The next day, in the morning, he got up earlier than me."

"...When I saw him, he was wearing his trouser legs and barefoot. He had just walked back to the yard from the outside. Water was still dripping down his trouser legs. He was holding the shoes in one hand and the other Holding a football that hasn't dried yet.

He threw the football I threw into the river and picked it up again. "

"...Seeing me, he stopped, hugged the still-dry football, raised his head, looked at me, and didn't speak."

"...I hit him, deflated the football, cut it, and threw it in the river."

"...He still stood by the river for a long time... Then he took out this small football from his pocket and threw it into the river."

The middle-aged man gradually stopped talking while talking.

Then he lowered his head slowly, with red eyes, looking at the old little football in his hand,

Trembling all over.

Beside, the old man listened, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something,

I looked at the appearance of the middle-aged man, but still didn't make a sound.

Glancing at the middle-aged man, Lian Ge turned his gaze away again and didn't say much.

At the booth, the charcoal fire in the oven crackles from time to time,

The middle-aged man clenched the little football more tightly, his eyes were red, his whole body was trembling, and he watched.

At the booth, it was a little quieter.

……

"Little brother……"

The old man looked at the middle-aged man, and called again,

The middle-aged man looked at the small football tightly in his hand, his eyes were still red, and then slowly raised his head,

There was no answer to the old man, but his eyes were in a trance, and he continued to speak,

"...by the time he was in junior high school, he fell in love with painting."

Looking at the middle-aged man, the old man stopped talking, just quietly listening to the middle-aged man's narration,

"...Spent a lot of time on it. After I found out, I thought it would delay his study and prevent him from wasting time on it."

"...I took his drawing book and told him, what's the use of drawing these things, and let him study hard for me."

"...If I catch him, I will deal with him."

"... That day, also in the evening, when I was collecting his things, he didn't resist or make a fuss... After listening to me, he went back to the house... I was a little angry and walked away."

"...After that, I never saw him draw again."

The middle-aged man said, his eyes and face became more and more painful, and he was holding the hand of the little football, and his whole body trembled even more.

"...And then, when he was in high school."

"...He came to the city to study in high school, and I also found a job in the city."

"I come back from the city every day after I finish my work, and he comes back on weekends..."

"...It was not long after he started his third year of high school, and it was time for him to take vacations."

The eye sockets became more and more red, the middle-aged man murmured, saying,

I don't know whether to talk to Lian Ge and the old man again, or just talk to myself again,

"...After I finished my work, I went to pick him up from school and went home with him."

"...It seems that there are more things in the schoolbag he is carrying than usual. I asked to carry it for him, but he didn't let..."

"... On the way back, I told him about his university studies. I wanted him to study a more stable major and come out to find a more stable job... On weekdays, he always obeyed my words... ...But that day, all the way back, he didn't respond much...he didn't say much all the way."

"...At that moment, I felt something was wrong."

The middle-aged man was talking, his face was in pain, and some tears accumulated in his eyes, and his eye sockets became more red.

"...Back in the house, after eating, I asked him to rest early, and I got up to clear the table."