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I slammed the door, my hips slammed into the chair, my forearms neatly folded on the table.I don't know why I took such a posture, probably because the teachers at school have been asking us to sit like this, and my body has formed inertia.Anyway, I was sitting upright, squeezing the muscles in my face, maybe making an expression I thought would express my anger, and huffing and puffing through my nostrils.

Now think about it, how could I be so stupid when I was a child?What's the use of isolating yourself and performing hard?My dad couldn't see anyway.

But I still maintain such a fierce posture very much, because I know my dad will open the door, and he can always see me like this.I was ready to go, waiting for the moment when the door was opened by him.I want to turn my head aggressively and give him a determined and sad look.To make him feel guilty and feel sorry for me.

There is no clock in the bedroom. I don't know how long I have been "on standby" like this. Anyway, when it was finally my turn to make my debut, my back was sore and my breath was almost gone.

I turned my head sadly and pouted my lips hard, maybe it was just acting like a baby in my dad's eyes.

Alas, I have been like this since I was a child, and all my strength was used in useless places.The knight is the opposite of me. He is a fine individual, very good at manipulating people and manipulating other people's psychology.This is what I experienced personally later, very profound and painful.

My dad was holding him with one hand and his backpack with the other.It was a very large black backpack, like the kind that only high school students carry.

I looked at my schoolbag thrown on the small sofa by the wall, and felt a silly sense of superiority.Because I just bought my schoolbag last week, and it is printed with the pattern of four-wheel drive brothers, which is very impressive.I have been looking forward to being envied by my classmates when the school starts, so I naturally think that knights will also be envious.

In this competition that only I know, I thought I had the upper hand.

My dad let him sit on my bed, touched his head, and finally looked up at me: "It's fun, Dad is back in the office."

His tone is always very gentle, I think it means discussing with me.I just wanted to refuse, but saw him leave without looking back.

I grew up to understand that he never tried to communicate with me, he only gave orders.It is his habit to speak softly, and so is giving orders.Two habits combined to form my dad's personality: ordering gently.Later, I found out that I took his indifference for tenderness in my pretentiousness.

I scratched the back of the chair in embarrassment, looking at the door through the door opening of the bedroom.The knight glanced at me blankly, took out a book from his bag and spread it on his lap, lowered his head and did not move.

I was hurt by his eyes, and I also took the book off the shelf and buried my head in reading it.What I read was Wulongyuan. I don’t know what he read, but it was a book full of words.

Ugh.

I made up my mind not to take the initiative to talk to him, but after reading the two Oolong Courtyard books, I couldn't help it.I secretly looked back at him, he really didn't move at all, as if he was in a samadhi.

I stared at him unconsciously, cautiously curious.I have never seen such a child that I can't get close to, because he is not like a child, but more like an adult.This made me instinctively keep my distance, even a little nervous.

When I was studying him, he suddenly raised his head and said the first sentence to me: "What are you doing?"

I was extremely flustered, feeling the same way I was distracted in class and being discovered by the teacher, turned around in a hurry, and flipped the pages of the book like I was stealing my ears.

I felt stupid for a while, he even took the initiative to talk to me, I can't ignore him, it's too impolite.So I turned around again: "Oh," I couldn't say his name, and my brother absolutely couldn't say it, "Why did you come to our house?"

He didn't even look at me: "Because my father is dead."

"What about your mother?" In short, what I mean is, if your father is dead, there must be someone else to support you. Why do you rely on my father?

He finally moved his gaze from the page to my face: "Because she left long ago, I can't find her."

At that time, although I didn't understand that it was necessary to apologize for poking someone's pain point so bluntly, I also felt that it was inappropriate, so I stopped, nodded and said "oh".

Later, he kept reading, and I played all the things I could play.

My stomach growled as I swung the yo-yo.I rushed to the living room and checked my watch, only to find that it was already 06:30.

My dad is a leading cadre, if he is not home by six o'clock, it means there is a meal, and his driver will come to deliver the meal to me.As for my mother, she often doesn't come home, and she won't cook for me when she gets home.I think she is less like my mother and more like a tenant.

I picked up the phone and wanted to dial my dad's driver's number, when I suddenly remembered that there was someone else in the house, so I stretched my neck and shouted to the bedroom: "Hey, what do you want to eat? KFC family bucket?"

"casual."

I happily pressed the dial, thinking it would be nice to let him live in my house.If it's just me, I can only order a hamburger set, otherwise I won't be able to finish it.Now that there are more people, I can often eat the whole family bucket.

However, at the same time as the call got through, there was the sound of the door closing behind me, which made me throw away the phone and turn around in a daze.

"Mother......"

My mother turned a deaf ear and walked crookedly into the master bedroom.She was beautiful, and maybe even dressed up that day.I remember that she seemed to be wearing low-waisted wide-leg jeans, and her hair was curly and wavy, black and shiny floating around.

The knight heard it too, and he was standing by the bedroom door watching me.I suddenly remembered what I was going to do, picked up the receiver, and told Uncle Zhang that I wanted to eat the family bucket.

After hearing this, he said to me: "You have eaten KFC three times this week."

I don't quite remember how I answered, because I was so wronged all of a sudden. I obviously have a mother, so why do I feel similar to a knight without a mother.