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The tears stopped, but I was too embarrassed to raise my head, I just wanted to stuff myself in his arms and pretend to be dead.

He wiped my tears with his thumb and kissed my cheek again.I seemed to stump him, he sighed helplessly and said in a funny tone: "What's the matter?"

I shook my head silently, struggled to get out of his arms, and turned my back to him.I can't tell what's wrong with me. Being loved is obviously a very pleasant thing.But when I saw him doing that to me, my nose was sore for no reason.

To use an inappropriate metaphor—probably mixed with a little bit of the feeling of "a daughter-in-law who has been a wife for many years"...

He didn't get to the bottom of it, and let me calm down for a while.

I almost calmed down, turned my head to look at him quietly, and found that he was lying on my back and staring at me.

I sniffed and couldn't speak.

"Go take a shower," he said.

I sat up, my legs felt weak as soon as I stepped on the ground, and I sat back on the bed.

He took a few steps to the ground: "Hold you?"

"Don't..." I just bumped and crossed my legs, and moved to the door of the bathroom like a crab.

I held on to the door frame to stand firm, and turned to him and said, "Shall we wash together?"

He went into the bathroom with me.The one-bedroom bathroom is so small that there is no room for a bathtub, only a shower.I leaned against the glass partition and watched him adjust the water temperature with the nozzle.

A very distant picture suddenly appeared in my mind, and I laughed: "When I was a child, I wanted to have a water fight with you when we took a bath together. If you don't want to, forget it, but you still yell at me!"

While washing me, he said, "Is that counted as shouting?"

"Anyway, it's icy cold, so fierce!"

He stuffed the nozzle into my hand: "Then come now and make it up to you once."

Of course, I should cherish the opportunity when it comes to me. I raised the nozzle and sprayed it on his head. He really let me mess around, but I still have to rely on him to clean it for me when I have fun...

After taking a shower, it was past two o'clock at night, but I didn't feel sleepy, so I lay flat on my back and chatted with him.

"Hey, how about I become an actor!"

He closed his eyes and said, "What are you thinking about?"

I turned 180 degrees, lay on the bed, and propped up my upper body with my arms: "I'm not thinking about it! Just a few days ago, a crew came to our school to film, and I was accosted by their staff, asking me if I would consider entering the show business circle." .”

He opened his eyes and looked at me, and I thought about it: "To be honest, being an actor is very good, you earn a lot, and you can be liked by so many people..."

He interrupted me: "No. Don't think about it, study hard."

I think he said this with an "old father" taste, which is a little funny: "Why not?"

"Don't dream unrealistic dreams."

I leaned in front of him: "It's very practical. People say that I am good-looking, with a small but three-dimensional face, and I am especially suitable for being an actor."

He met my eyes, and his face was a little cold: "I said no, don't think about it anymore."

I touched his brow bone with my index finger, kissed his eyes, and smiled: "I see, it must be because being an actor inevitably involves intimacy scenes, you are not happy."

He smiled and said nothing.

I hugged him with a smile, and said like a comforting child, "Okay, I'm not an actor." Then I asked him, "Then what should I do if I can't find a job in the future?"

He said: "If you don't starve to death, your father will support you."

What I want is not this answer: "I don't want to gnaw on the old man."

I was cueing him, looking at him with wide eyes.

He just laughed and didn't speak.

I was anxious: "What about you? Can't you support me?"

"Why do you have no ambition at all and want to be raised so much?"

I asked him persistently, "Do you support me?"

He was silent for a long time before he let out a "um" from his throat, the voice was so small that I thought it was an auditory hallucination.Dissatisfied, I held his face and shook it.

He couldn't stand being tormented by me, and pressed my wrist: "I will support you, and I will support you for the rest of my life."

I took a bite on his shoulder with great joy.

He squeezed the back of my neck and said in a low voice, "You can be stupid."

I lay on his body for a while, and suddenly remembered: "My parents may be getting divorced."

"Ok?"

I rolled back on the pillow and looked up, staring at the dark gray-blue ceiling: "When Uncle Zhang picked me up at the station when I went home on the National Day, I saw him put away a file bag. I stole After a few glances, it is estimated that it is the material for divorce."

The room was extremely quiet, so quiet that a "humming" sound lingered in my ears.I took a deep breath: "I'm finally getting a divorce..."

He didn't make a sound, just listened to me quietly: "My dad came from a small place, and it's really amazing to be able to reach this level. Having a happy family is very important to him," I paused , "Well... it's a "looks like a perfect family"... Now that he is almost 50 years old, he probably has no chance to be promoted, so he can make the decision to divorce."

For a while, there were only me and his breathing in the room.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes: "Good night."

"Good night."

I don't know how long it took, maybe I fell asleep and woke up, or maybe I didn't fall asleep at all.Opening his eyes in a daze, he subconsciously turned his face to look at him.

Unexpectedly, he was not asleep, but was watching me.I raised the corners of my mouth uncontrollably and got into his arms.

"elder brother……"

"Ok?"

"I found that you love me very much," I rubbed my forehead against his chest, "it seems that you love me more than I love you..."

The Cavaliers returned to Beijing in December, on his father's birthday.He didn't visit his father every year, but whenever he did, it was on his birthday, not his death.

He didn't want me to follow, so I didn't follow.No matter how much I like to be his dog skin plaster, I also know when to tear myself off.

After coming back, it was the end of the semester. They had a lot of classes in medicine, and they were even more busy at the end of the semester, so he temporarily lived back in the dormitory, and I could only stay with the pig king alone in the empty room.

I finished the exam very early and wanted to wait for him to go home together, but suddenly I received a call from Uncle Zhang.

I went to see him at the knight's school and told him I had to go home.

"Did something happen?"

To be honest, I was a little embarrassed: "No...my dad was promoted to another level, and his subordinates and colleagues held a promotion banquet for him to celebrate his promotion..." I stepped on a dead leaf by my feet, left I stomped on my right foot and tried to cover up my voice, "I have to go back to play a member of "Successful Family"..." I casually pulled the corners of my mouth and smiled, "Marriage should be inseparable ..."

I glanced at him and he nodded expressionlessly.

"I'll be back the day after tomorrow, and we'll go home together after you finish the exam." I took a few steps back, "Then I'm leaving?"

He smiled: "Be careful."