smoke like fire

Sharp-eyed saw the photo of him with the little boy.

I asked, "Who is Kuan Yi?"

The uncle seemed to look in surprise.I feel cramped and regret talking too much.I pointed to the photo album and said, "I see the words behind the photo."

The uncle took out the photo, looked at it and smiled, "I forgot—everyone used to like to write on the back of the photo."

I hesitated for a moment, walked over and sat down like him.I asked, "Who is he?"

The uncle laughed and said, "His name is Zhao Kuanyi. You will see him later in the evening. You should call him Uncle."

I didn't say anything, just looked at the photo.I thought of several reports that Wei Finnish had read to me before.It was about my uncle, and I read it because I was very curious. It mentioned the word "coming out of the closet", as well as the matter of marriage and grandpa's funeral.I didn't understand it at first, but after Wei Fenfen explained it, I understood it.

Seeing that I didn't answer, the uncle didn't seem to care, and just accepted the photos.I noticed the ring on his finger and asked hesitantly, "Why did you marry him?"

He looked at it as if surprised, and then said, "I thought you didn't know."

I just asked again, "Why?"

He smiled and said, "No reason, if you want to get married, go get married."

I was silent, and couldn't help whispering: "You adults get married if you want to get married, so you can get divorced if you want to get divorced, right?"

"I don't think so," he said.

I shut my mouth, glanced at him, and said again: "I saw your story in the report, he was going to marry someone else, it was because you backed down."

"That kind of reporting is usually distorted," he laughed.

I frowned at him.He seemed to think about it for a while, and explained: "Someone deliberately released the news. At that time, he had no agreement with the other party at all, and he made it clear later that there is no regret of the marriage."

I snorted and said, "Who knew you adults!"

The uncle laughed, as if sighing: "You are not familiar with him, otherwise you must understand that there are too many people who like him, there is no way, it seems that there is no hope."

I didn't think so, but I asked, "Oh, what's the best way for you?"

The uncle seemed to think about it, and said: "I can't do anything... I probably won because of time. I knew him very early, and I can understand him better than anyone else. It's only a little bit, but compared with others, this is enough. He has a place in his heart."

He paused, smiled and looked at me, "I don't understand, do you?"

Unconvinced, I retorted: "Of course I understand!"

He still laughs.I resentfully said, "Do you like him very much?"

He said, "It should be."

I frowned and said, "What do you mean? You don't like it, so why do you want to be with him? Just separate."

He was quiet for a while, and said: "I think liking is only temporary. It seems that I will hate him very much, but just like liking, I won't hate him soon, and we won't be separated like this. The main thing is love. If you don't Love, so what if you like it? It doesn’t matter if you hate it, but if you love it, both liking and hating are all because of him, willingly.”

I listened in a daze.But thinking of mom and dad, where are they now?Hate it or love it?Was it a moment?Yin said, "What if you don't love me anymore?"

He didn't answer, just looked at me.It looks like you can see through something.I was suddenly embarrassed, turned my face away, and didn't let him see.He didn't speak.I felt a pat on the top of my head, which was extremely awkward.

After a while, I heard that he seemed to pack it up. I turned around and it seemed to him.I looked away, saw the photo, and pointed to the group photo of them when they were young, "Is his father or mother a foreigner?"

He said, "His father is." Looking at the photo again, he suddenly said, "This is the first time we met, he looks like a good boy, doesn't he?"

I was going to say that he looked the same when he was a kid, but I held back.As he tidied up, he seemed to remember and asked, "What were you watching on the computer just now?"

I paused and said, "Look at your picture." Looking at him, I was momentarily embarrassed.I went to point to the photo album, and blamed myself first: "There are so few photos of you together, it was a long time ago, I'll see if there are any later."

The uncle stood up, put the photo album back, and said, "We used to seldom take photos together, and not many after that." He looked at me, "Did you find it?"

I shook my head, and he smiled, as if remembering something, walked to the desk and called me again.I walked over slowly, but he was still looking at the photo I saw just now.

Seeing him smiling like that, he was inexplicably awkward.I looked at my feet and asked with my mouth, "Where was this filmed?"

"Oh, in Paris, we had dinner with friends." He said, "I remember this was taken by my friend's son. He was only seven years old at the time. It's a good shot, isn't it?"

I couldn't help but take another look.I think, in fact, the shot is not bad, the characters next to it are blurred.

Uncle wanted to say something, when someone knocked on the door suddenly.We looked over together, it was Sister Chen, she told Uncle that there was a phone call.He nodded, got up and went out.

I just looked down at the photo.The following is not special, there is the uncle, there is that person, almost all of them are separated, or many people are together.There is a picture they took with their uncle and mother.I watched, thinking about my grandparents, thinking about my parents.

I was annoyed again, opened a photo indiscriminately, and was stunned for a moment.

It's a photo of my uncle and that person, just the two of them.At the entrance of a restaurant, it seemed to be dusk, and orange light shone on them.They stood close to each other, the uncle looked forward, and the man was slightly sideways, facing the direction of the uncle.Because of the polarized light, the expression was vague, but it seemed to be smiling.

I looked for the next photo, still in the same location, this time I was looking at the camera, smiling very shallowly.I suddenly wanted to look back at the previous side photo.I read the before and after pictures twice.

I found out that it was the uncle who was looking at the other party all the time.

At around six in the evening, I saw a car parked under the house from the balcony.The dog in the garden barked and wagged its tail.

A figure came up the winding stone steps, and soon came in, passing through the flowers.The dog ran towards it, circling around, following it out of sight.

I'll go into the house right away.After a while, Sister Chen knocked on the door, and my uncle told her to call me down.

I dawdled for a long time before going downstairs.Before entering the living room, I heard talking, the dog barked, and a strange voice scolded.

The uncle looked at me and told me to go over.Of course that person wants to see me.The other party is a little taller than the uncle, wearing a suit, with a cold face.I can't imagine the air in the photo, but she still looks pretty.

The uncle said: "Kuanyi, she is Cheng Yiqiao, I mentioned it before..."

He looked at me, lukewarm.I remembered calling him uncle, but I couldn't.He turned his face away and said, "Let's eat first."

The uncle nodded, and the man went upstairs.But soon came down, and he took off his coat and tie, and the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his wrists.

He sat opposite his uncle.

I didn't say a word, just sat in another chair and ate with my head buried.He ignored me, and didn't talk much with the uncle, but strangely, the atmosphere wasn't stiff.It seems that they are always like this, quiet and comfortable.

I thought that as long as silence was painful, it turned out not to be.

After dinner that day, I went upstairs to my room and couldn't come out.Uncle, they didn't stop me.I found out the book I had brought, flipped through it on my stomach, and fell asleep after reading a few pages.

I go to the balcony.It was very quiet outside, and it took a long time to see the car driving past. Most of the time, there was only the sound of the wind and the dark world.The stars in the distance seem to be another world.I really regret that I broke my phone, otherwise I could pass the time.

I remembered that I haven't called home until now.But why didn't they call first?Do they feel at ease now?I feel angry.But even sadder, I really want to be in my own home.

I'm going out right now.Of course, it was quiet outside the room, as if no one was home at all.The doors to the two front rooms were closed.I go quickly.

The phone was in the downstairs aisle, and I looked around and no one was picking up the receiver.

Suddenly a person walked out of the living room.It just happened not to be uncle.Of course the other party saw it, I immediately put the microphone back, and turned around to leave, but the furry touch brushed my legs, I almost screamed, and my whole body trembled.

The dog jumped away, ran back to him, and barked at me.He yelled at the dog, and the dog fell silent.I heard him say: "No?lla can't bite, you scared it just now."

I looked at him, quickly moved my eyes away, and kept my mouth tightly shut.

He said, "Aren't you going to call?"

I turned around and ran upstairs, when I really saw my uncle.He came down from upstairs.I didn't respond, even though I went back to the room, I didn't come out later.

Mom called first the next morning.It was very early, just after eight o'clock, and I got up to have breakfast.Only my uncle was there at that time, and he still doesn't join the company today.But the other one had gone out.

Uncle came to call me to listen.I went slowly.Last night, I really wanted to hear my mother's voice, but when I really heard it, I felt annoyed.On the phone, my mother did not mention her country, nor did she talk about her relationship with her father.I asked her, she only said that my father was also at home, and asked if I should call him.

I didn't want to talk to Dad, and now I don't want to talk to Mom either.I hung up the phone angrily and ran upstairs.The phone rang again and was quickly answered.I vaguely heard my uncle answer.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.I sit up in bed.The uncle opened the door, and he said, "I have something to go out, I'll be back soon, Sister Chen will be at home, you can find her if you need it."

I became inexplicably nervous and asked, "Didn't you say you won't go to the company today?"

The uncle said, "I'll take No?lla to see the teeth, or do you want to go together?"

I breathed a sigh of relief, but refused.The uncle nodded and walked away, but he came back and called me to go downstairs.There was a laptop on the coffee table in the living room, and he said, "This is for you to play with."

I didn't show interest, so I went back upstairs again.I heard the uncle say again: "Don't play for too long."

I ran upstairs, went to the balcony as soon as I entered the room, and saw that my uncle had already walked to the gate.I immediately went downstairs and sat on the sofa to use the computer.

I logged into my account, and a bunch of dialog boxes popped up.I took a look. There was a female classmate in the class who usually had a good relationship with me and Wei Fenfen, and asked me if I had a fight with Wei Fenfen; she also mentioned Liao Weiyang.One of her boyfriends was in the same class as Liao Weiyang, and yesterday she saw Liao Weiyang going to the movies with a girl in their class.

I'm so pissed off.I told her not to mention Liao Weiyang to me in the future.Before she could ask any further questions, I immediately logged out of my account.

I was playing a small game on the computer, and suddenly I smelled the aroma, as if something was baking in the kitchen.I went over to see that Sister Chen just took out the baking tray, and it was the kind of biscuit I ate yesterday.

I want to touch it, but Sister Chen stopped her: "It's very hot."

I took a look and asked, "Why don't you make chocolate?"

Sister Chen said, "Gentlemen don't like it." Then she went to the refrigerator to bring out something, "Here is sweet bean curd soup."

I glanced at it and nodded.Sister Chen helped me serve a bowl to the living room.I continued to play the game while drinking, and saw Sister Chen bring over a plate of biscuits that had cooled down.

I ate a piece, thought about it, stopped playing games, and searched the name of my uncle on the Internet, and immediately came up with a lot of related news; most of them were about business.

I searched through several pages, and finally found a similar report that Wei Finnish had shown me before.The uncle was introduced above, and the grandfather was mentioned in it... I read that paragraph, and searched for the name of the grandfather, and came up with many.I'll let it hang for a while, and looking back, apart from talking about my uncle's family business, there are also several scandals.

I saw the name Zhao Kuanyi, but the content was vague.I saw that the man appeared at the grandfather's funeral, mentioned his relationship with the uncle, and attached a photo.

I looked carefully and suddenly had some vague impressions in my mind.I found relevant news at the end. I went in to read it, and then linked it out after reading it. One by one, it was quickly spread out in front of my eyes.

Most of the news is from a long time ago, the most recent being three years ago.It was that person's grandfather who passed away, and the other person's family business was not smaller than mine, but it was run in a low-key manner.But he and his uncle were still photographed.Many people interviewed in this regard did not express their opinions.

Only one who appeared to be his mother spoke.She said, "Whether we accept it or not, we know in our hearts, so we don't need to tell you."

I've been staring at the computer all morning, and my eyes are watery.Because I got up early again, I fell asleep on the sofa without knowing it.When I woke up, my stomach was covered with a thin quilt, and the computer was placed on the coffee table.I got up and saw that it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

There was a dog barking outside. I saw that the glass door leading to the terrace was open. When I walked over, my uncle was sitting there and threw something out, and the dog immediately ran to pick it up.

I watched them come and go two or three times before I realized it was a ball.It may be noticed that the uncle turned his head slightly, and when he saw me, he took out the ball from the dog's mouth and did not lose it. He just patted its head and stood up.The dog seemed disappointed, whined twice, put its head on the table, and drooped its ears.

I glance at the dog.I asked, "Does it have a toothache?"

The uncle said: "Oh, no, it's just a routine inspection, and I will take it with me when the time comes."

I questioned: "Then why did you take it? Not someone else?"

The uncle looked at me and said with a smile, "Of course it takes turns. You can call him uncle, he is not someone else."

I thought of the news I watched before, and kept silent.The uncle didn't say anything, but patted me on the shoulder, "Are you hungry? Dinner is ready."

I glanced at the dog before following.Sister Chen put the food on the table.I sat by his side, trying to sneak a look at him while I ate.

He didn't seem to notice, and asked me, "Do you want to go out this afternoon?"

I lost interest: "No."

He said, "There is a park behind, you can take a walk."

I don't speak, just bury my head in eating.

Then he went out.He took the dog, and I walked behind, staying out of the way at all.In fact, I also know that the dog is not vicious.

The park is on the top of the mountain, and there are trails to go up. It is a winding staircase, which is a bit steep;I glanced at the dog and it was also panting.

The uncle yelled at it, gave it water... drank a lot, and ran away.

I took a look and asked, "Why did it live in France before?"

My uncle explained to me: "Your uncle's other hometown is in France. It was brought by his father's friend. Later, we couldn't support it, so we brought it back."

I don't speak, but I think about those reports.I didn't hold back and said, "I remembered, when grandpa passed away, he also went there."

Uncle looked at me and smiled, "You were still young at that time, so I never thought you would remember."

I whispered, "I also remember seeing another grandma, is she your mother?"

The uncle said: "Oh, yes." At this time, the dog ran very far, and he shouted: "No?lla, come back!" and walked over.

I saw that the dog ran back immediately... to bite the pitcher in the uncle's hand.He stopped it, but the dog was not very obedient and wanted to bite, so he patted it on the head.

He told me to walk around, and I followed awkwardly.After walking around, I went back.I didn't ask any more questions.At night, the uncle suddenly felt unwell.

That night, the uncle seemed to be unable to eat, so he drank tea after only two sips.And that person wasn't there.Probably afraid that I would be surprised, the uncle first explained that he had a social occasion.

Actually I don't think that's my business.After eating, I went to the living room to play on the computer.The dog was nestled on a blanket by the sofa, its tail wagging and wagging.I only glanced at it occasionally... It seemed to be snoring, but when Sister Chen came over with fruit, she immediately raised her head and got up to follow along.

I take a fork to a slice of apple on the plate... leaning over and looking at me, I don't move.Uncle called it, it looked around, but still did not go.

The uncle yelled again, and then it walked away... It got close to the uncle's legs, didn't give way, looked up, and kept wagging its tail.The uncle looked at it for a while, then came to pick up a piece of apple, and gave it to it after saying a word... like a wolf, he quickly ate the apple in the uncle's hand, it was not enough, he had to lick it with his tongue.

I asked, "What did you say?"

The uncle said: "I told it to eat only one slice...it's too fat, so eat less snacks."

I paused and put the fork back silently.

The uncle seemed to see it, and asked, "Hey, why don't you eat it?"

I hesitated and didn't answer.Because I weighed myself at home before, I added another kilogram.I rub my belly.The dog moved closer to the tea table at this time, resting its whole head on the table.

The uncle scolded it twice before it obeyed.

Then I went back to my room with my computer in my arms.I don't know how long it will take, but I'm a little hungry. I've walked a lot today, and I still have an early dinner.

Suddenly I heard a dog barking, and I thought it was the man who came back.There was a faint sound of going upstairs outside.After I waited, I opened the door and went downstairs to the kitchen, but I didn't see Sister Chen, and I didn't expect to see Uncle.He took something out of his hand and swallowed it with water.

Seeing me, he seemed startled and coughed twice.I stood by the door and asked, "Where is Miss Chen?"

After the uncle took a sip of water, he said, "She's gone back."

I looked at him, "What did you eat just now?"

The uncle said: "Oh, headache medicine." He threw away the empty box of pills in his hand, "What's wrong?"

I was about to speak when a voice came from behind me.The uncle raised his voice and asked the man if he would like tea.I took the opportunity to turn around and run away.When I passed by, the man seemed to stop, but he didn't stop me.

I went back to my room, determined to endure until tomorrow morning for dinner.I went to take a shower and fell asleep right away.

Woke up in the morning a bit cold, the sky outside was covered with a large cloud.It was still quiet.I got up and went to the balcony to look down. The grass in the garden was all wet, and I looked out again, so was the road.I went back to the house to check the time, it was already eight o'clock.

I feel very hungry.Before sister Chen came up to call, I packed up and went downstairs immediately.But downstairs was also quiet. When I went to the restaurant, the dog at the foot of the table wagged its tail and ignored me. Only the man sitting on the chair reading the newspaper looked at me.

I will stop immediately.With a calm expression, he turned his face away and read the newspaper again, before saying, "Come and sit down if you want to eat."

I hesitated or passed.The breakfast on the table is very simple, all Western style, bread and fried eggs, fried ham and fruit.After looking at it, I took a piece of bread in front of me and bit it.

A coffee pot was simmering and gurgling on the table.He put down the newspaper and poured coffee.

I was bored enough and asked, "Has Uncle gone out?"

"He's still sleeping," he said.

I looked around and asked, "Why didn't I see Sister Chen?"

He didn't look at me, but still read the newspaper, "Today she is on vacation."

I shut my mouth and ate my bread stiffly.Suddenly I heard him say, "There is milk in the refrigerator."

I thought to myself, I don't like drinking milk.I ate the bread in my hand, got off the table and ran away.He seemed to look at it, but he didn't call me.

I stayed in my room and soon fell asleep again.But not long after I fell asleep, I got up and looked out through the floor-to-ceiling glass doors. The sky was getting darker, as if it was going to rain at any time.

It was only past nine o'clock.I walked out of the room with my computer in my arms. The hallway was quiet, and there was no sound at all upstairs or downstairs.I still go downstairs.

There was a light on in the living room, and I walked over, and it was the man.He was sitting on a sofa, this time he didn't read the newspaper, but a book.

The dog leaned aside and barked when it saw me look up.

He scolded, and the dog immediately fell silent and fell back to the ground.He looked at me and I froze.But holding the computer, I can only walk over.I sat down on another sofa, firmly keeping my distance.He still reads the book, as if he is at ease. When I turn on the computer, I will freeze even if I make any movement.

I was bored for a while, and said, "Uncle, are you still awake?"

He said, "He's not feeling well, he's resting upstairs." Looking at me, "What's the matter with you?"

I pursed my mouth and lowered my face.But thinking of seeing uncle taking medicine last night, he raised his head and asked, "Why is he not feeling well?"

He said, "I have a cold."

I watched him turn the pages of the book, his expression didn't change at all, as if he wasn't worried.Yin said, "Why aren't you worried?"

He looked at me, but said nothing.

I asked again, "Aren't you taking him to the doctor?"

He said, "The most important thing to do when you are sick is to rest, and go when you feel better. Besides, it's going to rain."

I wanted to refute, but I saw that the sky was dark outside, the wind seemed to be strong, and the flowers were falling in one direction.It looks like it's going to rain heavily.If it rains, if you go to the bottom to take a car, you will get wet while holding an umbrella.

I shut up.He doesn't speak either.I secretly looked at him, feeling incomprehensible.It is impossible to imagine the image in that photo.In fact, he is so cold, the uncle actually lives with him every day, isn't it boring?

I saw a plate of small tomatoes on the coffee table.Because I was still hungry, the slice of bread in the morning was not enough at all, so I stretched out my hand and saw that he didn't seem to notice, and went to eat it.The dog looked up and stared at me.I thought about it, took one and put it on the table... stared at it, straightened up, as if I was going to come up to eat at any time.

Suddenly he said, "Don't feed it."

The dog sat back as soon as he heard him speak.I said, "It won't hurt if you give it one!"

"Its snack time is in the afternoon," he said.

I was taken aback, and replied: "It's just a dog, why are you so strict."

He didn't seem to take it seriously, "Dogs have to obey the rules."

I didn't speak, and suddenly felt harsh.I don't know why.I was angry with myself, and I had no interest in the games on the computer.I snapped it shut.I thought he must be frowning, but when he looked over, his expression was still very calm, as if turning a blind eye.

I was so angry that I really wanted to walk away.Suddenly there was a rush outside, and the rain poured down, and the scenery was covered in mist, fluttering and flickering with the wind.I feel like the mood seems to be so vast and vague.It occurred to me that my mother didn't call today.

And Dad didn't fight either.I feel more angry.Obviously it was Dad who did the wrong thing, but it was me who was tortured.Mom doesn't seem to care, she has always been so calm in the face of Dad's mistakes.

I turned on the computer again to read the report on Grandpa that I saved yesterday.I still have a good impression of grandpa, I like grandpa very much.But Grandpa and Dad made the same mistake.

I couldn't bear the anger and blurted out: "Why do adults like to have affairs?"

He didn't answer.I looked at him and asked to myself, "Do you know about my grandpa?"

He remained silent and looked at me.I said, "Grandpa and grandma are having an affair, uncle's mother is grandpa's wife, right?"

He said, "Isn't it very important?"

I kept silent, lowered my head, and poked my finger on a number key on the computer keyboard.I have a bunch of things to say, but I don't want to talk to him.He must not understand.

At this time the phone rang.

I look up right away.He put down the book and got up to pick it up.I pricked up my ears to listen, but the rain outside was so heavy that I couldn't hear anything at all.My heart is up and down.I wonder if it's dad or mom?

After a while, he came back.But don't ask me to listen.

I anxiously asked, "Who is calling?"

He sat down and said, "You don't know."

I am disappointed.They don't care about me anymore, and now they have to stay with this person.I was very annoyed, and suddenly my stomach growled.But the rain became smaller at this time, and it was very loud.

Of course he looked at me, and the dog barked.I was so embarrassed that I froze.He looked at his watch and got up, leaving me to go away, and the dog got up and followed.

I'm the only one left here.I felt aggrieved immediately.I leaned on the arm of the sofa, covered my face in my arms, but I still couldn't stop the soreness in my eyes.

Suddenly my arm brushed the furry touch, I was startled, looked up, saw first the dog, then him.He was holding a plate and cup in his hand.

He didn't speak, and put the plates and cups on the coffee table. There were two or three slices of toasted bread and a piece of butter on the plate.He looked at me again, went to pull out the tissue from the table, and handed it to me.

He said, "Wipe your face."

I didn't move, I squeezed my lips together tightly.But he still reached out and took it.I wiped off the water on my face vigorously, and said slightly annoyed, "It's because I'm so hungry!"

He said, "I know." Pointing to the bread on the plate, "So eat it quickly."

I was stunned and speechless for a while.He had already gone back to the sofa and sat down.I stared at the bread for a while before I picked it up and ate it.

The glass is milk.I said, "I don't like milk."

He looked over.I was picky again: "Why only bread?"

He said: "Eat this first, it's almost time for lunch. Then order takeaway, and then see what to eat."

I asked, "Why is it called takeaway? I hate takeaway so much, why don't you go out and eat. Can't you cook for yourself?"

He said after a while, "I do it occasionally, but I don't do it today."

I still want to ask why, he has put down the book and stood up.I immediately asked, "Where are you going?"

He said, "Upstairs." After walking two steps, he didn't know what to say to the dog, so the dog crouched back.As if he just thought of it, he turned around and ordered: "After eating, remember to clean up."

I snorted and turned away.I grimaced angrily at the dog looking over... just wagging my tail lazily.

Then the rain stopped.It's been a long time since I finished eating the bread, but I still haven't seen the other party coming downstairs.I simply went up to the second floor, saw the outermost door open, and could vaguely hear conversations.

I don't stay up.After coming here, I have never been to the third floor.There are only two rooms upstairs, the first one is like a living room, but smaller.I didn't look much and closed the door to the back room.The door was ajar, I pushed it open and poked my head in.

It was spacious and quiet inside, as if no one was there.I go in.Suddenly I heard a cough, I paused, and the other party had already walked over, it was my uncle.

He was wearing a coat and went to the table to pour water. Seeing me, he seemed surprised.I stood up awkwardly and looked at him, his face was a little tired.

I asked, "Are you okay?"

The uncle said, "Oh, it's just a little fever."

I was really startled and raised my voice, "Do you have a fever?"

The uncle smiled and said, "It's okay, it's a little problem, I've already taken antipyretics."

I immediately said, "But your complexion is so bad."

The uncle touched his face.I don't care what he has to say, I will push him back to the bed and say, "Go and lie down!"

The uncle sat on the bed and smiled, but didn't say anything.

Feeling awkward, I turned around and took a look around the bedroom.There is nothing to see, the layout is very simple, the bed and furniture are similar to the guest room, you can tell at a glance that it is not for girls.I couldn't help but say it.

The uncle smiled and said, "Oh, otherwise, how about the girl's room?"

I shrugged, sat down on the couch, and tucked my feet up on it.

At this moment, the uncle said, "Your mother called just now."

I froze, thinking of the previous call.I couldn't help but annoyed: "He clearly said he was calling from someone he didn't know!"

The uncle didn't seem to understand, but said, "Your mother called my cell phone."

I froze and didn't speak.

The uncle said: "I heard from your mother that after the summer vacation, I will take you to the United States and stay there to study."

I shouted, "That was their decision, so I won't go!"

The uncle only said: "I think since I want to go out to study, it's not bad to go there as soon as possible."

Unexpectedly, he would say such a thing. I turned around and said angrily, "They only want me to be away so that the divorce can be facilitated."

Uncle didn't speak.

I sat with my legs crossed and looked towards the balcony.Probably the heavy rain just poured in some water, forming a circle on the ground.The potted plants there were also drenched with water.A drop of water from a leaf rolled into the water, creating ripples round and round.

I couldn't help asking: "Why do they quarrel every time, do you think I don't know? They always use my studies as an excuse to ask me to go abroad. When they get divorced, I can't have any objections. But they think that divorce will be fine. ?"

I lowered my head and choked my voice: "Dad made a mistake, and Mom knows it too. I heard her tell grandma. Why didn't you admit it? Why...can't you start over?"

I buried my face between my knees.

Suddenly a hand touched the top of my head, and someone sat on the sofa.Still not looking up, I said in a low voice, "Dad is just like grandpa...why do adults like to have affairs?"

The uncle said: "Not every adult is like this."

I was silent, and then asked, "Do you hate my grandma?"

Uncle didn't seem surprised, I knew it, he said, "I don't hate it."

I immediately raised my face, "Liar!"

Uncle looked at me and said, "Of course, I can't like her, but I really can't hate her."

I was a little dazed, "But she stole grandpa."

The uncle said, "She took away my mother's husband."

I looked at him and asked, "Isn't that the same thing?"

Uncle shook his head, "It's not the same."

I don't understand what's different, I just know that grandpa wouldn't have divorced his mother if grandma didn't exist.And grandpa is also a hateful person among them.I really don't want to think about grandpa like this, but it's true.

I said, "Then you must hate grandpa."

The uncle smiled and said, "It's not that easy to hate someone."

I frowned at him.

The uncle said: "To my mother, he is definitely not a good husband. To me, although he is not a loving and good father, it cannot be said that he has not fulfilled his father's obligations... But there is nothing more. When I knew he was having an affair and had another family, I was older than you now, but I couldn't forgive him. We have always had a bad relationship, and it got worse after that. We just ignored him. He and my mother didn't divorce right away, it was delayed for many years, and for some reason, I broke up with him, and I would never take over his business at the beginning... Later, I took over, and I seemed to have reached a certain consensus with him. I I didn’t forgive him because of this, but I don’t seem to be so unforgiving in my heart, I put it in a farther place, sometimes I have to think about it, sometimes I seem to forget it.”

He looked at me, smiled and said, "But in the future, we won't contact each other because of one thing, until he passed away."

I didn't make a sound, half understood, and then I asked, "So you and Grandpa finally made things clear?"

He said, "No."

I froze.He continued: "When a person is about to die, his words are good. At that time, he has no energy to quarrel with me, and I never need him to understand me. But in that situation, I must see him." ...Maybe there are other reasons, but I don't think it's important. But at least I have no regrets."

I do not speak.

He added: "Your father did something wrong, but he still loves you very much and cares about your life."

I blurted out, "He hasn't cared for a long time!"

The uncle said, "That's because you have been ignoring him."

I don't say anything.I heard him say again: "You are different from me. You can express your dissatisfaction with him as much as you want. If you are unhappy, you should tell him, and he will understand."

Of course I know these words.No matter what, Dad will definitely listen to me.I know very well how my father treats me. My grandma used to live at home and often beat and scolded me. He always stopped and defended me.From childhood to adulthood, no matter how angry he was, he would never speak harsh words to me.He has always been a great dad.If I hadn't overheard, I think my father is still the old father.I never found him different because he didn't change at all to me.

I actually regretted refusing to let my father answer the phone that day.

But if my father and I are still close, what should my mother do?I couldn't help choking my voice: "I can't leave mom behind."

The uncle looked at me and said, "You won't abandon her just because of this. No matter what you do, she is your mother. Didn't she tell you that? You know it in your heart, she won't stop loving you like this gone."

I kept silent and lowered my head.But I don't want the separate love of my parents.All I want is for them to be together, all three of them happily together.I don't want them to separate, I don't accept it.

But I also know how difficult it is.

I whimpered and cried.