Good day and beautiful scenery

My mother tried several times, but seeing that I still refused to get up or speak, she had no choice but to go to my father's side, and stretched out her hand to grab the newspaper in my father's hand.

My father was serious about watching it, but after being disturbed by my mother, he finally agreed to look up.But it's not me.He stared at my mother with a stern face, maybe the glasses damaged his majesty, took off his reading glasses again, wiped them on his cuffs, and asked displeasedly: "What time is it? Isn't this year over?"

My mother threw the newspaper into my father's arms, stepped back a little, glanced at me, then turned her head and said to my father angrily: "You say it's not too bad? The children are all home, you just have to Stare at your torn newspaper, what's there to see!"

My dad still didn't look at me. He put on his glasses again, shook the newspaper with both hands, put it on his knees and carefully flattened it, picked it up and continued to read.But anyway, he still said a word, but his tone was always cold and hard.

"The score is not small."

My mother was probably afraid that I would be upset, so she pouted at me, waved her hands, and turned to my father, "Your grandpa has a big family? Come on, don't you see that the child is still kneeling there, don't you?" Just say something to wake him up."

"I made him kneel?" My dad didn't even look up.

"Or it's me?" My mother was also angry, "It's hard to go home, look at your attitude!"

"What attitude do I have, what attitude do you want from me? Bring a sedan chair to invite him or something?"

My mother has always been a little afraid of my dad, but she seemed to be more serious in the past, but now it may be because she is getting old, she is a little less afraid, so she occasionally dares to go back to what my dad says.

"Whoever wants a sedan chair, you can just say a word? It's so cold on the ground, and you sit and scream to turn on the heating, why don't you look at his pale face?" My mother was really angry. , so I turned a blind eye to my dad's sinking face.

On the contrary, I feel more and more ashamed of being protected by my mother, and the guilt towards her deepens in my heart.But the floor is really hard, which makes my knees sore and painful, and even my back hurts.I guess it may be a fever. I have had this problem since I was a child. When I have a fever, my back hurts.

But no matter how uncomfortable it was, I didn't want to sit down on the ground, or even just move my knees.I still kept my back straight, knelt firmly, and refused to even lower my head.

My mother is right, my father and I have really different tempers when we get angry.

"Xiao Jing," my mother turned around to persuade me, her attitude was much better than that of my father, and she was half begging and coaxing, "Your father is old and confused, don't learn from him, talk to the old guy If you say a word, get up and get up, huh?"

"Mom," my throat was dry, and I secretly swallowed my saliva before I could make a harsh and hoarse voice, "Don't worry about it, I'm fine."

"Why are you okay..."

"mom!"

My mother was obviously stunned for a moment, looked at me, finally gave in to my stubbornness, shook her head and sighed and said, "You child, why bother!"

I couldn't bear to look at my mother's face, so I lowered my eyes and stared at my knees in a daze.

In fact, I couldn’t get distracted. Although the heating was turned on in the room, I broke out in a cold sweat because I knelt for so long, and my shirt was wet. Standing on my body, even if there is a little wind at the moment, I feel chilly and chilly.It's really a very comfortable life, and my body has become more delicate.

Having said that, my dad didn't make a sound, so we can't blame my dad for being unreasonable.He is not arrogant, and most of the time he is reasonable, otherwise he would not have been a teacher for so many years, after all, a butcher cannot do the work of teaching and educating people.

Maybe it's the wrong horoscope, my dad just doesn't kiss me.

After all, I was still a little tired from kneeling, the golden stars were dancing in front of my eyes, and even my throat gradually had a fishy and sweet taste.I closed my eyes and smiled bitterly, I was really afraid that if my dad didn't speak again, I would collapse.At that time, the father-son relationship between us may be even more difficult to say.

Coming out of the closet seven years ago already made him half dead, and when he returned home seven years later, he would lose his son in old age...Although I also hate my father for being indifferent to me, I can't bear to hurt him like this, after all, he is so old .

While thinking wildly, my dad opened his mouth for the first time, and reprimanded him coldly: "Do you still want me to invite you?"

I raised my head and looked at my dad, his frost-covered eyes only scanned my face for a few seconds, but I knew that being willing to give in a step was almost the limit of my dad's patience.It's actually my limit.

I was dizzy from kneeling, and when I got up, I couldn't help but fell forward. Fortunately, my mother was standing by the side the whole time, and she reached out to grab me.

Worried that the cold sweat in my palms would make her sad, I didn't dare to grab my mother's hand, so I just supported her arm and stood with my head bowed for a while.

My mother still felt something, raised her hand to shake the back of my hand, and asked me in a low voice: "Why is it still a little hot? Is it uncomfortable? You won't listen to me when I ask you to get up."

"Mom, you turned on the heating too high." I smiled at my mother, and tried to comfort her: "I have nothing to do, except that I didn't sleep all night to change a blueprint."

"How can I stay up all night!" My mother was anxious to me when she heard this, and pinched the back of my hand. It was not heavy, but it felt a little numb. She gave me an angry look and said, "I think you just don't know how to take care of yourself. After the Chinese New Year, don't go to any company, stay at home for a while, and I'll take care of you."

I saw that my mother looked pretty when she was angry, so I smiled and waited for her to finish talking. Then I called her and said, "Whether I want to go or not, I want to go to sleep for a while."

My mother hurriedly pushed me inside, saying as she walked, "Go, go, go to sleep quickly. It's back to your room, except that the quilts are newly changed, nothing else has changed. Sleep well, and we will wait until you wake up." Dinner."

Said to let me sleep, my mother still followed me into the room, saw me sitting down by the bed, she also sat down, and looked at me carefully, finally couldn't help it, so she had to ask me: "What are you doing?" Are you having a bad time with him?"

I froze for a moment, then smiled and asked my mother, "Why do you think so?"

My mother took my hand and showed it to me for myself to see, and said with a serious face: "Why don't I think so. This hand is so bruised, I am old and I am not blind, can I still see it? Xiaojing , tell mom the truth, did that person treat you badly?"

My mother is exaggerating. In fact, there is only a bruise on the inner side of the wrist, which is slightly wider than the finger, and it is not long.I didn't expect my mother's eyes to be sharp here, so I can find it.

I withdrew my hand from my mother, pulled down the sleeve of the jacket again, and said with a smile: "No. It's caused by other reasons, and he doesn't know, so don't think about it."

"Really?" My mother didn't believe it at first, but quickly realized what I said. She felt a little embarrassed when she guessed what I said. She sighed helplessly and said, "Young people like to play around, and you can't tell the seriousness."

I smiled and yawned pretendingly, as if I was too sleepy to open my eyes, and coaxed my mother to say: "Go and do your work, I wake up and you can ask me anything." .”

Heyiju lay down under the quilt for a while, but he didn't feel sleepy at all, and his mind was very clear.But I didn't think about it at all, because I was still dizzy, and more importantly, I didn't know how to face my dad alone.

Unexpectedly, I was in a difficult situation, but my father knocked on my door first. At first, I thought it was my mother, but I got up and opened the door to know it was not.

My dad stood by the door and asked me: "It's only been a few years, can't we go on?"

"dad……"

My dad ignored me at all, and asked again: "Is it still possible to save it?"

For a moment, I thought my dad was really supernatural and knew everything, and because of this, a layer of goosebumps instantly appeared on my back.But when I thought about it, I knew it was impossible.What my dad said about rescuing is actually different from what I thought, but unfortunately I understand it, and I don’t know how to answer his question.