Ten years to feed the dog

"Yao Yao, what happened?"

The old man probably sensed that Yao Liang was not in a high mood, so he looked at Yao Liang worriedly.

"fine."

Yao Liang immediately put those wild thoughts behind him, and smiled to comfort the old man.

"Grandma is old, but don't be confused. You are old, and it's normal to keep things in your heart. Grandma just wants you to know that you can tell me anything."

The old man looked at Yao Liang lovingly, and was not in a hurry to continue, just looking at Yao Liang quietly like that.

"I said some hurtful things."

Maybe he couldn't stand the old man's warm eyes, or felt at ease because of the old man's words, Yao Liang casually picked up an apple from the table beside him, lowered his head and peeled it, and whispered about his troubles.

"Sometimes hurtful words can hurt others as well as yourself, but you have to have this in your heart before you can hurt yourself."

The old man didn't ask Yao Liang to explain the whole story to him, as if the old man could sort out the whole thing after only listening to Yao Liang's words.

"Grandma, I saw you growing up when I was a child. You are good at everything, but you just think too much. You are still young. This is the time when you should not worry."

The old man patted Yao Liang's head lightly, as if Yao Liang was really a five or six-year-old child. The old man's voice was gentle, but every word and every sentence was still clearly transmitted to Yao Liang's ears and heart.

Yao Liang didn't answer, he still lowered his head and peeled the skin. The old man knew that he had listened, so he changed the subject and told Yao Liang some interesting things that happened on weekdays.

It was not until dusk that the sky outside the window was already dyed golden, that Yao Liang handed the peeled and neatly cut apples to the old man, and then said goodbye to the old man.

"Yao Yao, bring your friend to visit me next time."

Before leaving, the old man exhorted Yao Liang like this, and added that when the friend came, he would entertain him well. The look of anticipation was like that of a child, so Yao Liang had no choice but to laugh and say yes.

The nursing home where Yao Liang's grandmother lived was only two blocks away from his home, but he was slowed down by his many thoughts, and his mind kept repeating what the old man said just now.

Yao Liang's parents are busy, so he has lived with the old man since he was a child. Yao Liang seems to have no idea, but in fact he is the kind of person who can't give up until he hits the south wall. I can hear it in my ears.

After thinking about it like this, I just went home until it was dark.

Yao Liang stood in front of the dilapidated wooden door. He pushed the door open and entered. The whole room was still frighteningly dark, but there was no trace of the man in the room.

As expected.

Yao Liang wasn't too surprised by this. Judging from the man's condition today, he probably didn't know he was drunk there. He brushed away the beer bottles on the ground with his feet carelessly, threw his schoolbag on the ground and collapsed. Sleep on the couch.

Yao Liang didn't intend to turn on the light. He faced the ceiling, seeing the darkness, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The ringing of the phone broke Yao Liang's tranquility. Yao Liang looked tirelessly at the home phone of Ling on the table, and only after a while did he pick up the phone leisurely.

The person on the phone spoke in a hurry, and Yao Liang didn't answer after hearing it. He waited for the person on the other end to feed him two or three times before he replied hello.

Yao Liang hangs up the line, the hand holding the phone hangs down feebly, puts one hand on his face, and suddenly laughs, the laughter echoes in this dark space, there is an indescribable strange feeling.

Yao Liang seemed to be crazy, stood up from the sofa with a smile, picked up the key, and walked out the door empty-handed.

Only when he was outside the door could he see Yao Liang's expression through the faint corridor light. The broken hair on his forehead was pulled back, and his eyes were frighteningly red, as if he had just cried a lot.

Yao Liang felt that he was very abnormal. Once things involved Zhang Yiwen, he would have some unrealistic fantasies, such as thinking that he could really reconcile with him as the old man said, and that he could become friends with him.

Like his father, he was innocent and dreamy.

Grandma was right, if people who shouldn't meet meet up, both parties will not end well.

"What qualifications do you have to say that I followed her! She is my wife!"

When Yao Liang went downstairs, he saw his father standing with his back to him, pointing at a man and scolding him, and looking to the side, he saw Yao Liang's mother was there, still the same as before. Weak and slender, wearing a shawl, very gentle.

"You are divorced, she is already with me."

When I got closer, I saw the man standing in front of my father. The man was as tall as his father, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and looked like an elite. Even his tone of voice was like those elites. He was cold and without any emotion, but his face His expression was full of disdain.

It was the first time for Yao Liang to see this man, the man who single-handedly tore down the pillars and pushed him into hell.

"Dad, you're home."

Yao Liang went up to call his father, but his father ignored him and threw himself on the man in the next second, wanting to fight him.

Yao Liang's mother, who was standing by the side, saw Yao Liang and wanted to say a few words to him, but she never thought that Yao Liang's father would suddenly hit him hard, exclaimed, and hurried forward to stop him.

But Yao Liang stopped him before he touched those two people.

"It's better if they don't fight."

The woman's eyes widened when she heard Yao Liang's words, as if she couldn't believe that her son would say such cold words.

"Shouldn't you have expected this scene? I thought you left after being prepared for this."

Yao Liang's words pointed to something, and when he said it bluntly, the woman's face turned pale, and her eyes were red, as if she could cry in a second.

It's not that Yao Liang didn't see the woman's expression that was about to cry, on the contrary, he could see it clearly, he didn't feel guilty, he just felt that he was so happy that he was going to laugh the next second.

He is not a saint, he can't be a good person like a grandma, and he can't forgive the abandoned family like in the TV series. He hates the woman in front of him, hates her for giving birth to him, hates What kind of love is she going to pursue when she breaks up this family.

It's a pity that Yao Liang didn't know it, he had to care about this hatred, he only hated that person if he put his heart at ease.

The two men on the other side can't be said to be fighting, it can only be said that one side is drunk on the other.

Yao Liang's father drank alcohol, and he couldn't stand still. When he rushed over, he just threw the man on the ground, more like lying on a person's body. The man pushed Yao Liang's father away with some strength, and stood get up.

"Ah Qing made it very clear to you that the person she loves is me, and that she divorced you are all facts. If you keep pestering her, then I will ask your son to pick you up at the police station next time."

Yao Liang's father was pushed to the ground, his face flushed red, he didn't know whether he was drunk or angry, he only looked at Yao Liang's mother, and muttered that Ah Qing belonged to him.

He didn't look very embarrassed.

Yao Liang watched from the side, and didn't plan to help him up or anything, so he just watched.

The man didn't bother, he pulled Yao Liang's mother to go to the car.

"Yao Yao, I'll come and see you in a few days."

Yao Liang's mother came back to her senses when the man held her hand. She stopped and looked at Yao Liang, nervously waiting for Yao Liang's answer.

look?It's been a few years, what's the use of coming now?

"Don't call me Yao Yao."

One sentence is enough to break the woman's last trace of expectation.

Yao Liang bent down to support his father, turned around and walked into the building, ignoring the woman covering her face and crying behind her, and ignoring his father's muttering, he just supported his father like a robot, and stepped on the building step by step. the steps.

A family, crazy crazy, stupid stupid, hurt hurt.

All can't escape a word of love.

Zhang Yiwen and Yao Liang seem to have returned to the way they were before, and there is no intersection. Zhang Yiwen's hair still blocks his sight all day long, but the blond hair has become black.

After half a month like this, Liu Ning found him instead.

"Yao Liang, let's chat."