green shell

On that day, it rained heavily.He was sitting in the car, looking at the rain outside the car window, his heart was in a mess.He thought of the person who had been transferred from the next class, and what Wang Yaya said, and worried about himself and his mother.

The judge made a final decision, and he sat in the public gallery, watching his father and the model whispering blankly.

His mother came over: "Yangyang, let's go."

He stood up obediently, looking at his mother's back but didn't know where to go.He turned his head to look again, only to be nauseated by the strong scent of Mutter's perfume as he walked past him quickly.He retched twice and watched his father walk out the door without looking back.

His mother had already walked out of the door, in line with her usual vigorous style.It took Xiang Yang a long time to hold back her tears.He sat on the car seat, watching the rain that was heavier than before, only a part of the pain remained in his heart.

Numb for the most part.

His father and the model were coming to pick up some packed things, and the car followed them.The sapphire blue car was covered with gloom by the dim rain, Xiang Yang didn't dare to look back, always thinking that the car would come and eat him.Later, the people in this monster car entered his house first, and he and his mother sat in the car without moving, wanting to wait for the two people to leave before going back.

The silence lasted until he stepped into the house.The sound of rain staggered from far to near, and he smelled that disgusting perfume again.

Like a sickly sugar pile.

He glanced out the window, the monster car had already started and was slowly backing up.He turned back again and saw the framed painting on the table.

Xiangyang's mother was still talking here, but Xiangyang rushed out with the painting on the other side.

This was framed by his father for him!

The painting is not lost!

His numb heart began to warm up, turning his head and burning out his brain circuits, and he rushed into the heavy rain and shivered before realizing that he didn't bring an umbrella.He was woken up by the rain, holding the painting and staring at the front in confusion, seeing nothing, not knowing where to go in the rain.

The road was watered badly, and the muddy rainwater accumulated, covering the sunny uppers.He raised his feet and walked forward in a daze, his arrogance was so overwhelmed that he didn't even smoke.The muddy water was poured into his ankles, and the rainwater was poured into his collar. In the rainy days of early spring, it was cold, and he was shivering with cold.

He couldn't remember how he found the monster car, how he met his father and the model.

"You go back," his father opened the car door, and walked over with an umbrella for the model: "Dad, I'm sorry, but this is the only way to go."

why?

Xiang Yang trembled, but no sound came out.He looked up at the two condescending strangers, blinking from the rain.

His father sighed: "I told you a long time ago, I want to be the blue sky, to become a cloud. Your mother can't give me these, so we separated. I know this thing I really do Not quite right, but dad also has the right to pursue his dreams."

dream?dream? !How can this be a dream?How can you use dreams as a shield? !

Xiang Yang found that he didn't know the person in front of him at all.

"I haven't given you a gift for your birthday this year, so let's take this painting as a gift." Xiang Yang's father stretched out his hand and patted Xiang Yang's shoulder: "Father is going to be a clean blue sky, and he will be as casual as a cloud. Fly. You will grow up well in the future. Let's go."

The last sentence was said to the model, the model nodded to his father, leaned over and asked his father to go back first, she wanted to say a few words to Xiang Yang.

"Little friend," the model squatted down holding an umbrella, and smiled at Xiangyang: "I like you very much, you are very smart, well-behaved, and obedient. So, I hope you can understand the truth and don't waste your words. Now Don't, and never will."

Xiang Yang stared at the woman without saying a word.On the one hand, he found her laughing scary, and on the other hand, he was angry because of what she said.

The woman paused for a while, seeing that Xiang Yang didn't respond, she just stared at herself angrily, and gradually stopped laughing.She rolled her eyes, stood up slowly, looked down at Xiang Yang, and snorted coldly: "I advise you to grow up quickly and understand these things. I have no blood relationship with you. I treated you well before just because I wanted to please Xiang Yang." Hurry up and let him change his mind. For an old woman like your mother, he should have changed his mind 800 years ago. Sure enough, he changed his mind and became my thing." The model smiled bluntly: "You Find out, only I can give him his dream, and you are a burden to him."

Xiang Yuan raised his eyes to look at the woman, trembling uncontrollably.He opened his mouth and whispered, "You are so disgusting."

The woman didn't hear clearly and asked him to repeat it again.Xiang Yuan then let go of his voice: "You are so disgusting!"

The model's face darkened in an instant: "An old woman like your mother is something that no one wants. You and her are the same people, and you can't find someone who loves you. You are a strange child. You don't know how to fit in. You will never Not at all," she sneered after finishing speaking, "What kind of good children can a person like your mother bring out? You will never be successful."

"Why do you call my mother?!" Xiang Yuan hugged the painting, but his throat was choked.He was loud enough that his dad definitely heard it.He looked at the rearview mirror of the car, hoping that his father would come down quickly, stop this woman, come back quickly, and become the old father.

"Yo, are you still crying?" His father didn't get out of the car, but the woman seemed to see something new and smiled happily: "Xiang Yuan doesn't need you or your mother, he only needs me, understand?"

The woman turned down the handle of the umbrella, and the water from the end of the umbrella hit Xiangyang's eyes, and the pain made him burst into tears.

"Okay, let's go back quickly, by the way, I forgot to tell you," the woman smiled, and touched her lower abdomen with her hands: "Soon we will have another person in our family to replace you. In this way, he will not think of you in the future." feel something."

Xiang Yang was speechless.

He didn't understand why someone would do this to him.He has always been obedient and working hard, he doesn't talk about these things, he doesn't cry and make trouble, why does this kind of thing happen to him?

He wanted to hate his father, but found he couldn't because of the hot meals, the lit lights, and the wonderfully tender stories.He wanted to resent his mother again, but he would always think of the kisses his mother had quietly pressed on his forehead when she came over at night, the band-aids on her hands and the dishes whose taste was constantly improving, and her sobbing in the middle of the night.

He watched the monster car disappear at the end of the road, and the blurry and clear vision alternated repeatedly. For the first time, he truly realized what sorrow is.

Just a few words, a few very vicious words.

That's it?

Why is she saying such things to me?

I'm not going to hurt her, I'm not even going to bother her, I just want to meet my father and let him hug me.

why?

He didn't understand, and was drenched by the rain again.I had no choice but to go back the same way and go home.

Such a long road, such heavy rain, and such a cold day, he held the painting and moved it back bit by bit.As soon as he took a step, his heart was frozen a little, and when he got home, a layer of frost had already formed on his heart.

He lied.

He is sad.

The father in his memory is still vivid, as if he can reach it with his hand.It's not that there is almost no memory of his father, it's just that he has hidden it.

He hides so many things, he ignores so many emotions.In fact, all these years, he just wanted someone to hand him an umbrella.

That's it.

When he got home, his mother saw him and almost rushed over to beat him in a hurry.Xiang Yang saw that his mother's hand had already been raised, but it just landed lightly on his back.

a hug.

Very warm.

Tears were still rolling out of Xiangyang's eye sockets.He was still holding the painting, but wanted to hug it back, and just as he withdrew it, the painting fell to the ground and hit his toe.

Heartbreaking pain.

Xiangyang's mother heard the sound of the picture frame being smashed on the ground, she quickly let go of her hand to look, saw the marks on Xiangyang's wet and dirty shoes, and quickly reached out to take off Xiangyang's shoes.As soon as she reached out her hand to the sunny shoe, the back of her hand was hit by the scalding liquid.

She was so startled that she looked up and saw his son, who has always been quiet and quiet, biting his lower lip and frowning. Big tears rolled down his face, mixed with the rain, and dripped from his chin. .

pat pat pat.

"Does it hurt?" Xiang Yang's mother asked him, her voice trembling.

Xiang Yang didn't speak, and couldn't hold back after being gently touched by his mother, sobbing softly while nodding.

"Does it hurt?" Xiangyang's mother lowered her voice, touched Xiangyang's wet hair, and whispered, "I'm sorry. Mom doesn't want to do this either. In the future, mom will work harder by herself and give you the best, okay? Mom will do it alone. I will give you the best, trust my mother, okay?"

Xiangyang cried silently, grabbed the hem of his clothes, and was hugged by his mother: "Mom knows what other people said. Don't believe those words. Mom is not capable enough now. In the future, no one will talk about mom. No one will talk about you anymore. Mom is working hard, can you work hard with mom?"

It turned out that his mother knew the malicious words and the words of those who looked down on them.

Xiang Yang hugged his mother's somewhat thin but warm body vigorously, and asked his mother in a low voice: "Why did they say that?"

Xiangyang's mother choked for a moment: "Mom doesn't know either."

"Why did they say that about you?" Xiang Yang asked.

Xiangyang's mother patted him on the back in silence, listening to him ask each sentence: "Why does father not even look back? Why does he fall in love with someone else? Why does that sister say that? Why does Wang Yaya want to be like this?" explain?"

why?

Who can explain it, the parties in the question are not present.

In the end, he couldn't breathe and couldn't speak. He could only hold his mother's clothes and cry intermittently. His voice was hoarse, and he didn't feel at ease.

That piece of ice had grown dead, extending from that wound to every part of the heart.

The rain was intermittent, and it seemed like it would never stop, but the sky cleared up after that day.

It's just that the rain sealed in the ice is still falling non-stop, drowning out the light of those years, drowning out his childish desire, and drowning out the child holding the painting and standing in the rain foolishly.

That was the end of his "When I was a kid..."After that rain, he began to change slowly and began to grow up rapidly.

Learn to fit in, learn to hide emotions, and learn to become stronger.

The layer of ice gradually began to thicken.The rain inside the ice is blustery and windy, and the outside of the ice is like spring all the year round.

So he is very happy now, and even always thinks this is a dream.Think about how no one even gave him an umbrella at that time, but now someone hugs and kisses him.

It was this person who broke the ice in his heart, let out the flood in his heart, and let the sunshine get in.

The little boy turned around and looked at the person at the end of the road against the light. The moment he smiled, he was surrounded by warmth from head to toe.With the scars that were beginning to show, he ran over step by step, and he grew a little bit with each step, and in the end, he became what he is now.He rushed into Lu Yi's arms, was hugged firmly, laughed loudly, and silently called that person's name in his heart.

Doubtful way.

over and over again.

The author has something to say:

As I write, I really feel sorry for Xiangyang, woo woo, my heart is so ruthless

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