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I think he kicked up suddenly just to catch me off guard.Because I have a bad attitude towards Qiao Yaying, he is "cleaning up" me for others.

My mind turned here, and I decided that I was not wrong, so a wave of evil fire was born.I made excuses along the way, and my voice never stopped, scolding him in different ways like a bad-mouthed mother-in-law, to the effect that he was ungrateful for sex.

When we got downstairs, I jumped out of the back seat, stretched out my arms and legs, and chased and beat him.Of course I won't play hard, that's what I mean.However, the slaps and punches changed, my anger disappeared long ago, and every punch and kick was like a primary school student chasing and running.It looked like an aggressive gesture, but it was actually an intimate gesture.

He was expressionless at the beginning, I jumped on him, and he hid, and I ran up two or three steps at a time.After going up two floors, he suddenly turned around and looked down at me.Before I could catch up, I stood at the bottom panting, listening to the lingering echoes of laughter in the stairwell.With the dim light of the voice control lamp, I half leaned against the wall and looked back vaguely, grinning heartlessly at him.Because I had a premonition that he had been provoked by me to the verge of anger, I decided to accept it as soon as it was good.

He saw my smile. It was originally a serious face with frowning, but it changed quietly, showing a clear sense of contradiction, as if two emotions were fighting.After fighting for a while, one of them probably gained the upper hand. He suddenly lowered his hand pointing at me in mid-air, and said at the same time, "Stop making trouble."

When he said this, the lights went out, and I couldn't see his final expression.However, I could hear clearly that the sentence "Stop making trouble" was clearly mixed with a smile of admitting defeat.

I have a mental block with the word "don't make trouble", but this one is different.I stepped over to him in two or three steps, and stomped my foot to turn on the voice-activated light, just to confirm his expression.

He should have been taken aback, because I jumped up quickly.In the instant from darkness to light, a face of mine suddenly appeared before his eyes.

He put his hands on my shoulders, and hid his head on his neck: "Why are you smirking?"

I don't know either, I'm just so happy that I can't help but laugh.

He was brought out of happiness for no reason by me, and he also laughed, pushed me straight, and patted me on the back: "Don't be stupid, go home."

I was still laughing and joking, and wanted to make trouble with him when I entered the house, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist and squeezed it like a warning: "Uncle Le, we are back."

I just raised my head and looked towards the living room.The overhead light is not on, only the floor lamp next to the single sofa is on, and you can vaguely see a figure if you look carefully.My dad sat on the sofa firmly with his limbs spread apart.He was a handsome young man when he was young, and he developed a well-proportioned and beautiful figure in the army.But after becoming a leader, after eating every meal, my stomach has become slightly protruding, and my body has begun to gain weight.At this time, the light of the floor lamp shrouded his head, as if a giant Buddha appeared.

I called him in a low voice: "Dad..."

His gaze was never on me, but on the knight.After watching for a while, his eyes suddenly narrowed, and he showed a very kind smile: "I'm back." The three words were slurred and mumbled, obviously because of drinking too much.

My emotions were forced to take a 180-degree turn by my dad's gentle tone. Last second, I thought of him as a knight and my brother, but now I want to treat him as an enemy.I couldn't help being jealous, obviously we are standing here alone, I call him daddy, he calls him uncle, we don't need to think about which one is closer.But why isn't my dad's tenderness fermented by alcohol willing to give to his own son?

In a fit of anger, I jerked my wrist out of the knight's grasp.

He rolled his eyes and glanced at me, then quickly looked at my dad: "Well, we're going back to the room first, and you should go to bed earlier."

I followed him dejectedly, looking at my dad from time to time, and found that his eyes had been following the knight.Even if it is only a little bit off, you can see mine, but he never does.

The two of us walked to our own bedrooms, and just about to open the door, my dad suddenly stopped the knight and said, "The longer your eyebrows and eyes grow, the more you look like your father, but you couldn't tell when you were young."

He put his hand on the doorknob, turned to my dad, smiled and said, "Really?"

My dad stared straight at him, his eyes sparkling.His eyes are very complicated, and there are some thoughts that I can't understand.He seemed to realize that he had lost his composure, and suddenly lowered his head and smiled.When I raised my head again, I only saw the elders' care for the younger generation that I longed for for many years: "How are you doing at school recently?"

"Not bad, Paradise has a good personality and has many friends."

My dad automatically ignored the second half of his sentence, and continued to concentrate on the conversation with him: "Did you get No. 1 in the monthly exam?"

"Well, good luck."

My dad nodded slowly: "Striving."

After he finished speaking, I rushed into my room and slammed the door loudly in retaliation.I can't stand it, I can't stand it.It was a very cruel thing for me to stand aside and watch my own father chatting with others about family affairs.

I leaned against the door, and I could still vaguely hear what they said.I scratched around the door unconsciously with both hands, trying to catch something.The heart is the same, bumping around, trying to hit something.But it was always useless, only exhausting myself.

I threw myself on the bed like a dead man, and closed my eyes.I also lost my temper and slammed the door on the day the Cavaliers were brought by my dad for the first time.

I rubbed my eyes, the corners of my mouth were pulled down unconsciously, but I smiled.It must have been an ugly laugh, luckily no one saw it.My laugh is a mockery, laughing at myself for being so stupid after so many years, without any progress.