I really don't want to be a teacher

"... Dad shouldn't suspect you, shouldn't hit you."

Under the eaves, beside the steps,

The middle-aged man stood up, his eyes were red, and he stretched out his hand to hug the little boy, but he raised his hand halfway and put it down again. He just blamed himself and said to the boy in pain,

"...Xiaomu, dad is sorry, dad is wrong...wrong."

The middle-aged man felt guilty and blamed himself, tears poured out of his red eyes.

"...Why did you wrong me, why did you hit me..."

The little boy became even more aggrieved, crying, wiping his tears with his hands, and shouting to his father in a crying voice,

"...Dad was wrong. Dad didn't believe you, but someone else..."

"...Why do you wrong me, why..."

Although the little boy became more and more wronged, he still repeated what he said before,

Even though he was immersed in grief, the middle-aged man gradually realized that something was wrong, turned his head, and looked at Lian Ge in the yard.

……

"Your son is dead."

Glancing at the middle-aged man, Lian Ge took a sip of water from the water bowl and said calmly,

"...What is in front of you now is his crippled soul. It can only repeat the process before death, experiencing the pain before death over and over again, and repeats itself again and again."

Hearing Lian Ge's words, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked at his own son, his eyes became more red.

"...I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Dad was wrong, Dad was wrong..." The middle-aged man looked at his son, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but in the end he could only blame himself, apologizing over and over again,

……

"Brother... Sir, sir, can you... Sir, you are so merciful, can you save my son so that he doesn't have to suffer so much, sir, please, please..."

The middle-aged man turned around, bent down, looked at Lian Ge, and begged, while speaking, he was about to kneel down towards Lian Ge,

Holding the water bowl, he glanced at the middle-aged man. Lian Ge didn't stop him, but turned his gaze to the other side of the courtyard.

"...Sir, save him, save him..."

The middle-aged man begged, knelt aside, and kowtowed to Lian Ge,

"...Please, sir, please..."

As he spoke, the man wanted to kowtow to Lian Ge again.

Glancing at the middle-aged man, Singer Lian waved his head, but he couldn't knock down any more.

"Get up."

"Sir..." The middle-aged man heard the sound, looked at Lian Ge, his eyes pleaded, hesitated, and stood up from the ground again.

"...The missing soul of your son is also in the yard, look back."

Withdrawing his gaze, Lian Ge cast his gaze to the other side of the courtyard,

When the middle-aged man heard Lian Ge's words, he turned around suddenly, followed Lian Ge's gaze, and looked there.

I saw a small stool by the side of the yard covered with corncobs,

On the small stool, another figure of the little boy sat,

His eyes were confused, his expression was dazed, he stared blankly at the corn in front of him, and slowly stretched out his hand from time to time, as if he wanted to pick one up, but his hand could only pass through the corn.

"...Xiaomu..." Looking at the figure on the small stool, the middle-aged man looked a little painful, his eyes were red, and he called out,

The figure sitting on the small stool, when he heard the middle-aged man's call, paused, a little confused, turned his head, looked at the middle-aged man, but then lowered his head again, As before, staring blankly at the corn in the yard in front of me,

"...That day, it was the same that day, he was sitting in the yard, peeling the corn with me...I..." the middle-aged man said, unable to continue, he just turned his head and looked at Lian Ge,

"gentlemen……"

The middle-aged man looked at Lian Ge, begged, and shouted.

Glancing at the middle-aged man, Lian Ge withdrew his gaze, and looked at the two sides of the yard, a confused figure of a little boy, an excited, wronged, crying little boy,

"Decree, return the soul and body!"

Driving mana, with a wave of the hand,

In an instant, the soul on the stool flashed and shot towards the aggrieved figure at the side,

The three souls and the seven spirits re-integrated into one, the wronged little boy stopped crying first,

Immediately afterwards, he turned around slowly, raised his head, and looked at his father, with grievances and sadness in his eyes, but he gritted his teeth and pretended to be strong, with a bit of stubbornness on his face,

"……dad……"

But in the end, the little boy still cried out to his father.

"...Hey, dad is here, Xiaomu, dad is here."

Nervous, the middle-aged man who looked at his son heard his son crying, his eyes turned red instantly, he took two steps, and squatted down in front of his son,

"...Dad, why did you wrong me? I told you everything. I didn't take it. I didn't take other people's things."

Looking at his father, the little boy continued to speak with a crying voice. Tears welled up from his eyes, flowed down his cheeks, dripped on the ground, and disappeared as Yin Qi overflowed.

"... I know, Dad knows, Xiaomu, you didn't take it, it was my fault, it was Dad's fault, Dad is sorry for you, Dad didn't know anything, so he wronged you."

"...You always tell me not to lie, I never, never lied, not this time, but why don't you believe me."

The little boy cried, felt wronged, and said,

"...It's Dad who made a mistake. Dad shouldn't believe you and hit you..." The middle-aged man blamed himself and apologized,

"Father is useless, father is useless..." The middle-aged man's eyes were red,

……

"...Xiaomu? Xiaomu..."

At this moment, the woman who had stepped out of the yard came back again. Lian Ge took a look at her, and using her mana, cast a spell on her,

In an instant, the woman noticed the familiar figure in front of the man,

The woman's eyes turned red in an instant, and she staggered, not paying attention to the others who ran towards the little boy.

"……Mother."

The little boy turned his head, glanced at the woman, cried and shouted at the woman,

"Hey, Xiaomu... Xiaomu..."

Responding, the woman squatted down in front of the little boy, her eyes were red, she looked at the little boy, calling his name over and over again,

Stretching out her hand, the woman wanted to hug the little boy, but her hand just passed through without touching the little boy,

"Xiaomu..."

The woman reacted in an instant, but withdrew her hand, her eyes were red and she yelled at her son again,

"Xiaomu, mom, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The woman's eyes were red, and she withdrew her hand. Although the chill was piercing through her bones, she still hugged her son,

"Mom..." the little boy cried out to his mother again,

"...Hey, Xiaomu...it's all my mother's fault for not being able to stop your father and catch up with you, otherwise, you wouldn't, and you wouldn't..."

Eyes were red, the woman couldn't continue talking, she just turned her head and glanced at her husband,

The middle-aged man looked at his wife and children, with pain and guilt on his face, and stretched out his hand to hug his wife,

"...Du, don't come here, if it weren't for you, if it weren't for you, you wouldn't..."

The woman hugged the little boy, looked at the middle-aged man beside her, and cried out in a crying voice,

The middle-aged man stopped with his outstretched hand, looked at his wife, and blamed himself even more.

"...it's okay, mom, dad, he's already apologized, he's already apologized..." The little boy looked at his father, then at his mother, and said while wiping away his tears,

Hearing this, the woman turned her head and didn't say anything to the middle-aged man. She just looked at her son with tears streaming from her red eyes.

The middle-aged man also stretched out his arms, hugging his wife and his child, bowing his head, in pain,

"...I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Dad was wrong, wrong..."

Chapter 240 sleep, sleep

by the yard,

Lian Ge glanced at the family, turned his gaze away, and looked into the distance.

Didn't make any noise, just waited quietly,

The man's apologetic voice, mixed with cries, rang in Lian Ge's ears,

"... Xiaomu, Dad shouldn't hit you..."

Beside the eaves, under the steps, the man stretched out his hand to touch the slap print on the little boy's face, and looked at the little boy with distress and guilt,

Hearing the sound, the little boy looked at his father, did not speak, but slowly lowered his head.

On the side, the woman caressed the little boy's cheek, over and over again, with tears in his flushed eyes,

"... Xiaomu, my son... does it hurt?"

"It hurts." The little boy raised his head, looked at his mother, nodded and said,

"... Blame mom, blame mom for not protecting Xiaomu well." The tears in the woman's eyes couldn't stop flowing out again,

"...Mom, don't cry..." The little boy lowered his head again as he spoke, "...It's fine, as long as you believe in me, trust me, everything will be fine."

"Mom believes in you, believes in you..."

Listening to the conversation between his wife and son, the man couldn't help punching himself hard, his face was in pain, he looked at his son, feeling guilty,

"...Xiao Mu, Dad is sorry for you, wronged you, and even beat you. You can scold Dad... beat Dad... Dad is sorry for you..."

Hearing what his parents said, the little boy raised his head, looked at his mother, then at his father, followed closely, and lowered his head again,

"...Don't cry..."

"Okay, mom doesn't cry, mom doesn't cry..."

The woman suppressed her emotions and wiped her red eye sockets with her sleeves,

"...Xiaomu, are you hungry... You didn't have dinner when you left that day. Mom will make you dumplings, you like dumplings the most..."

While speaking, the woman stood up and was about to go into the main room.

"Mom..." The little boy stopped his mother, "I can't eat anymore..."

The woman stopped, and stood outside the main room door, with her back to the little boy. Listening to the words, tears flowed out of her eyes again.

Wiping it with her sleeve, the woman took a deep breath, turned around, her eyes were red, she smiled, looked at her son and said,

"...Then let's not eat it, Xiao Mu, we can do whatever you want."

"...I want to play spinning tops with my dad, catch crabs in the ditch, and help my mom to light a fire, and then bury two sweet potatoes in the fire... But I can't do any of these."

The little boy said, lowering his head again,

"...It's okay, Xiaomu can think about it slowly, he must be able to do it, and he must be successful."

With red eyes, the woman squatted down again, smiled, and said to the little boy.

"...That's right. Mom, please hum a song with me, just like before, at noon in summer, Dad sat on the steps by the eaves, peeling corn, and I took a mat and lay on the bed Under the eaves, the wind is blowing, and I take a nap... Sometimes when I can't sleep, Mom, you will hum to me and coax me to sleep..."

The little boy raised his head and said in surprise, then looked at his mother expectantly,

"...Okay, mommy is going to get the mat." The woman squeezed out a smile, smiled at the little boy, then stood up again,

"You don't need to take the mat, that's all."

The little boy was talking, and suddenly lay on the ground under the eaves,

"...Hey, I've wanted to do this for a long time."

The little boy lay on the ground, looked at his mother with a smile, and said,

The woman looked at the little boy and smiled too,