I really don't want to be a teacher

"...He didn't move, let me sit down too, and asked if I could talk to me for a while..."

Whispering, the middle-aged man continued to talk,

"... I was sitting, staring at him, already guessing something, and I was a little annoyed..."

"He lowered his head, didn't dare to look at me, told me... told me..."

Trembling all over his body, his eyes were red, the middle-aged man said again,

"...tell me 'Dad, can I learn to draw, I love it'"

"...When he said this, he was trembling all over... But at that moment, I didn't pay much attention."

"...I just remember that the fire in my heart came up all of a sudden... I just thought that he had been hiding from me for so long, and he was still thinking about those useless things. I already told him not to paint, he Still thinking, dare to hide it from me for so long..."

"My mind is full of him hiding from me, daring to hide from me, and thinking about painting, painting... I stood up and slapped him on the face..."

"……Snapped!"

The middle-aged man was talking, put down the skewer of grilled wings, and slapped himself on the face heavily,

Trembling all over, then gradually stopped moving, slowly lowered his head, the pain on his face became more and more painful,

"...I'm just a beast... I didn't even listen to what he said, so I beat him..."

"...I hit him..."

Painful, the middle-aged man said again,

The sound gradually stopped, but the whole body trembled more and more, clutching the worn-out little football in his hand.

Beside, the old man looked at the appearance of the middle-aged man and said nothing.

Lian Ge listened to the voice of the middle-aged man next to him, without turning his eyes away, just looked into the distance, quietly listening to the voice in his ear.

At the booth, there was gradually the sound of the breeze blowing and disturbing the branches and leaves, and the charcoal fire crackling in the oven.

……

"...He stood there, shaking more and more all over his body."

"...But he didn't hide, and he didn't leave."

The middle-aged man raised his head slowly again, with pain on his face, murmured, and continued,

"...He raised his head and looked at me."

"...He told me that painting can also make money, and he said the same thing as me, how he planned to make money in the future... I don't know how long he planned, he planned it all... planned in school How about it, how about graduating after the plan... Tell me everything... The painting teacher told him that his painting level is already very good, and he can go to college... Said that if the tuition fee is not enough, he can earn it by himself ... and said he had already saved some money from painting..."

"...The more he talked, the more anxious he became... He wanted to tell me everything... He had planned everything, and he just wanted me to agree."

"... But at that time, I didn't listen to a word... All I could think about in my mind was that he was hiding from me, keeping from me, keeping from me for so long, not studying hard, and tossing about these things all day long, who is he worthy of? ...I didn't think about how long he had planned, thought, and prepared...but the more I heard him talk about this in front of me, the angrier he became...keep staring at him."

"...He was a little afraid to look at me, but he kept telling me...he didn't beg me, he just kept telling me, telling me that he could live by this, he made preparations, did a good job Prepared, planned, he's been here for a long, long time."

"...He unzipped the zipper of the schoolbag he brought back, and inside were drawings..."

"...He took it out and gave me a book to read."

Chapter 884 Young People

"...from the time when I was not very good at drawing, and slowly to the time when I started to draw better..."

"...he took a drawing book and showed me the drawing one by one..."

"... At that time, I didn't look at a single painting. I just thought in my mind that he has been hiding it from me for so long. Ever since I found out about him in junior high school, he has been hiding it from me... In my heart It's getting hotter and hotter, just thinking that he dared to hide from me, for so long..."

His face was in more pain, his eyes were red, the middle-aged man was trembling all over, and he said aloud,

"...As if he noticed that I was getting more and more angry, he lowered his head, holding a drawing book, flipping through it faster and faster, talking to me...he turned to the last page... "

"... He put the drawing book back and looked at me with some fear... I just stared at him with a fire in my heart."

"...He turned around again, took out a painting from the schoolbag, handed it to me, and told me that it was his recent painting, and the name of the painting... the name of the painting was Father."

The middle-aged man said aloud, the more tears accumulated in his red eyes, the more painful his eyes became,

"...on the painting...the one on the painting is me, when I was young..."

Trembling all over his body became more and more severe, the middle-aged man opened his mouth, and then continued speaking,

"... At that time... I was just full of anger... After seeing that painting, it didn't get any better, but the fire in my heart was getting higher and higher..."

Eye sockets are getting redder,

"...Looking at his appearance, the fire in my heart keeps burning..."

His face became more and more painful, and the hand holding the little football trembled more and more.

Pause again,

"...I snatched the painting right away...and then tore it up."

"... took his schoolbag and dumped all the drawings in his schoolbag on the ground."

"...I told him...I told him..."

"...Tell him not to have any daydreams, let him read to me honestly, and if he does these useless things, I will interrupt him..."

His mouth was open and his lips were trembling. The middle-aged man's eyes were red, his body was trembling, and he was in pain. He continued to speak again,

"...He didn't speak anymore, the fear and panic on his face before were gone... just stood in front of me, lowered his head, looking at the drawing books and sketches that I tore up and threw on the ground... ..."

"... I saw that he was still angry, so I threw him there and walked away... He just stood there, I don't know how long he stood there, just looking at the paintings on the ground, and he didn't know what to do. Keep silent..."

"...Later, he went to college... and studied the major I wanted him to study..."

The murmuring voice was trembling, the middle-aged man clutched the small football in his hand, trembling all over, slowly lowered his head,

"...after he graduates. I'll call him."

"...I told him, let him come back and find a job in the city... On the other end of the phone, he was silent for a long time, and then told me, okay."

The middle-aged man buried his head while talking, trembling all over his body became more and more violent,

With his mouth open, his face was in pain, he could no longer speak, and gradually stopped speaking,

"……Snapped!"

Raising his hand again, the middle-aged man slapped himself hard on the face,

Then slap, slap,

"...I'm a beast...I'm a beast..."

Pained, murmured, talked,

Opening his mouth, the middle-aged man made some sounds in his throat,

Gradually, I couldn't tell whether it was the suppressed crying, or the pain, talking about something,

"...I ruined my son...I'm a beast..."

"...I'm a beast..."

"... um... woo..."

At the booth, it's a little quieter,

All that was left was to bury his head, his hands tightened even more, clutching the little football,

The middle-aged man, who was trembling even more, let out a suppressed cry.

……

"……Little brother."

Lian Ge turned his gaze away, then glanced at the middle-aged man with his head buried and suppressing his crying, and paused.

Next to him, the old man looked at the middle-aged man, waited, then sat forward, and called out,

"This matter, it is indeed that you did something wrong."

"...The doll has put in so much effort, and he has made so much preparation, which shows that he really likes it, really likes it, how can it be ruined by him like this."

"Now, you also want to understand."

"...the past can't be undone, but it should be made up for. After all, something needs to be done. Are you right?"

"...Forget it, it's like what you said, it can't make up for it. Then you should apologize to the child."

"...Whether it's useful or not, this apology is what you should say and do. You should apologize to your child."

The old man looked at the middle-aged man, then spoke in a warm voice.

The middle-aged man slowly stopped the suppressed crying, slowly raised his head again, looked at the old man next to him,

"...If you make a mistake, you should take responsibility."

"...If you think about it, you have to take this responsibility."

The old man spoke to the middle-aged man with a gentle smile.

It seemed that she was blaming the middle-aged man, but she also comforted him.

The middle-aged man's eyes were red, he stopped his movements, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but stopped speaking,

It's just that the pain in the eyes is getting worse, and I just slowly lowered my head, looking at the little football in my hand,

Trembling all over.

Glancing at the middle-aged man, Lian Ge turned his gaze away and walked along the quiet street.

At this moment,

on the other side of the street,

The figures of two passers-by seem to enter this street from another road,

Along the road, the street lamps reflected the shadows of those two figures,

The shadow on the ground grows longer, then gets shorter again, and gradually walks to the barbecue stand,

"...Brother Xu, thank you very much for today's matter. If it weren't for Brother Xu for your help, I don't know how long I will be busy."

"...It's okay, this job is not yours alone."

"...Hey, there seems to be a barbecue stall over there, and I happen to be a little hungry...Brother Xu, let me treat you."

"...No."

While talking, the two figures stopped in front of the barbecue stand,

These are two young people, both in their twenties.

The people walking near the street looked at the barbecue stand, and said loudly to the person called 'Brother Xu',

The man called Brother Xu stopped and just shook his head.

People who were close to the street turned their heads again, looked at the stalls, and then looked behind the stalls, beside the empty oven,

"……Eh?"

"What do you two want to eat?"

Seeing the two young men who stopped in front of the booth, Lian Ge stood up and greeted them.

Beside, the middle-aged man who was listening to the voices of the two young people has also raised his head,

His eyes were still red, and he turned his head hastily, as if looking for something,

Immediately afterwards, he stopped looking at the young man called 'Brother Xu',

The eye sockets became redder, and the mouth opened, but no sound came out.

Just looking at the young man with his head down, the tears accumulated in his eyes poured out again,

Papa papa falling down,

"...Brother Xu, eat something."

The person near the street listened to Lian Ge's greeting, then turned around and said to the young man,

"...No, let's eat it another day...I..."