I really don't want to be a teacher

"... In my living room, there is a sofa against this wall. Dad always likes to lie there when he comes home. Mom will sit there and knit a sweater for me in winter..."

The boy didn't raise his head, but still buried his head, trembling all over, and said again aloud,

"... On the wall opposite the sofa, there is a TV cabinet, and there is a TV on the TV cabinet. I will sit on the sofa and watch cartoons... When my father wants to change the channel, my mother will say him, and then my father will accompany me Let's see together... next to the living room, there is a window, my mother will hang the laundry by the window...the drying clothes have a good smell...by the window, against the wall, with a baby carriage , my mother said I used it before..."

"...on the other side of the living room, on this side of the door, there is a table with three stools, my stool is in the middle, and my parents are sitting next to me... our family sits at this table For dinner...sometimes my mother cooks vegetables, sometimes makes soup...at night, sometimes porridge..."

"...the place where the table is placed is the kitchen...the kitchen is not very big, I follow my mother in the kitchen, and when I help my mother wash the vegetables, my mother often bumps into me when she turns around... "

"...In the corner next to the kitchen, there is a refrigerator. There will be bought vegetables on top of the refrigerator, and the beer that my father wants to drink. In summer, my father will take me to the supermarket to buy ice cream and put it under the refrigerator... My mother won't let me eat more ice cream, saying that eating too much will cause diarrhea... When my father wants to eat it, he will ask me to eat it together, and then my mother will find out, and my mother will say us."

"...In the kitchen, my mother can cook. Every time my father comes home, my mother has already cooked the dishes. My father will help my mother bring the dishes to the table, and then we will eat together..."

Chapter 829 Will there be a lot of dust in the house?

"...After the meal is over, Dad will help Mom clean up the dishes, and our family will sit on the sofa in the living room."

"...The channels I like to watch will be on the TV, and my mother and father will talk next to each other. Sometimes I will tell my parents about things in school..."

"...I have to go to bed earlier when I go to school, and I can go to bed later during the holidays... When the time for going to bed at night is over, my mother will tell me to wash up and go to bed..."

"...From the living room, the first room next to the living room is mine, then my room is past, it is the study, and after that, it is the bedroom of my father and mother..."

After the lights in the corridor were turned off again, in the somewhat dark corridor, gusts of chilly wind poured in and passed by from time to time.

The boy turned his back to the closed door with some brand-new Spring Festival couplets on it, hunched his legs, sat on the ground against the wall, buried his head, and continued talking loudly,

"...my parents go to bed later than me. When I go back to my room to sleep, they will turn down the volume of the TV. Sometimes, when I sleep, I can still hear them talking in the living room. ..."

As he spoke, the boy buried his head even more, leaned against the wall behind him, turned his back to the door, shrinking, trembling,

"...This is my home, my home is here...my home is here..."

The boy trembled all over, lowered his head, and said again and again, and gradually fell silent again,

"...the stroller leaning against the window in the living room was smashed when parents quarreled..."

The boy spoke again,

"...my home is here...my home is here...my parents and I live here...this is my home..."

"...I want to go home...I want to go home..."

The boy lowered his head, his shrunken body trembling even more, tears fell on the ground, and then gradually turned into Yin Qi overflowing.

Sitting on the stairs, listening to the boy's voice, looking at the boy, Lian Ge didn't speak aloud.

The boy buried his head and said over and over again.

But he just turned his back to the closed door, and didn't turn towards the door just behind him.

……

"...Tell me, my parents and I haven't come back for so long... Don't the clothes that have been drying on the balcony for so long don't smell so good..."

"...Is there a lot of dust on the sofa? In the refrigerator, I went to buy ice cream with my father a long time ago, can I still eat it..."

After a long time, the boy who buried his head raised his head again, looked at Lian Ge, his eyes were red, begging, and asked Lian Ge,

Seeing the red-eyed, shrunken boy with his back to the door, Lian Ge didn't speak.

"...Will the house be very messy? Have you cleaned up the dishes on the table... The TV has been left for so long, can you still watch it... There must be a lot of dust in the house..."

The boy raised his head and looked at Lian Ge, with pleading and fear in his eyes, tears welled up from his eyes and fell to the ground.

Glancing at the boy again, Lian Ge paused his gaze, listened to the voices in the room mixed with the breeze, smiled slightly at the boy,

"It's okay, just clean it up when the house is dusty."

Facing the boy, Lian Ge said aloud.

"Really?"

The boy's eyes were red, and there was some fear in his eyes, and some hopeful brilliance.

Lian Ge looked at the boy and said nothing.

"...so much dust, it must take a long time to clean up."

The boy spoke aloud again, then slowly lowered his head, his tone seemed a little joyful, but his whole body was still trembling.

"...Big brother, I want to go home..."

"...I want to go home with my parents and clean up the house together..."

"...Put that baby carriage by the window, wipe off the ashes on the sofa..."

"...and help mom wash the vegetables in the kitchen...and follow dad to the supermarket to buy ice cream..."

"...Go to the zoo with Mom and Dad..."

With his back to the closed door, the boy buried his head, trembling all over, and said, with pleading in his eyes, but he didn't know who he was begging for.

Sitting opposite the boy, on the stairs, looking at the boy who lowered his head again, listening to the boy's voice getting lower and lower,

Lian Ge paused his eyes again, paused his movements,

Raising his hand, he waved lightly at the boy, then turned his gaze, and looked into the distance through the open window in the corridor.

"...I want to go home...I want to go home..."

"...Dad...Mum..."

The boy's voice became lower and lower, his eyes gradually closed, and he seemed to be falling asleep.

……

"... Uncle, I'm sorry... It seems that the alcohol is a little too high..."

"...It's okay, it's okay...Go and sleep in Xiaoya's room."

……

"...What's wrong? Are you all right?"

"...It's okay, I just feel a little sleepy all of a sudden."

"...Then sleep for a while."

"……Um……"

……

Some distance away, the boy's father and mother fell asleep one after another.

Curled up, facing away from the closed door with the brand-new Spring Festival couplets on it, leaning against the wall, the boy sitting on the ground, with his head buried, his face still red and his eyes closed, gradually emerged some happy smile.

……

"... Mom, Dad..."

"...a lot of dust has accumulated in the house...it will take a long time to clean up..."

In the dream, the boy stood in front of the house, holding his parents with both hands.

Nanfa was a little happy, took his parents, pushed open the door,

in the house,

In the living room, on the sofa, on the other side of the dining table, there is some dust on the stools,

By the window, there were still confiscated clothes hanging to dry.Next to it, there is also a baby carriage covered with dust.

"...It hasn't been long since I came back, why is there so much dust..."

The boy's parents followed the boy into the house,

In the dream, the boy's parents still felt that it was a long time ago.

"...It's been a long, long time..."

The boy raised his head, looked into the room, was happy, smiled, and said to his parents,

Listening to the boy's words, the boy's parents couldn't help but pause, as if they were taken aback, followed by the boy's mother smiling again,

"...Then we have to clean up quickly, otherwise there will be no room for people to live in this house tonight..."

"...Hmm! It will take a long time to clean up..."

The boy nodded heavily, then looked at his parents and the room,

"...Dad, go and bring a basin of water...Mom, let me wipe the ashes off the table...I'll get a broom and sweep the floor..."

The boy was a little happy and joyful, and said to his parents,

"……well……"

The boy's parents looked at the boy, smiled, and responded,

The family got busy,

"...Dad, put that newly bought ice cream in the refrigerator again..."

"...let's put the stroller here..."

"...Mom, let me put your unfinished scarf here..."

In the dream, the boy was talking about everything, about family affairs.

The boy's parents smiled, listened to the boy's talk, and cleaned up the house.

The newly bought ice cream was put in the refrigerator again, and the washed clothes were hung by the window again.

After drying the dusty quilt, I replaced it with a washed and dried quilt cover.

The whole family huddled on the sofa after eating, watching cartoons on the TV.

"... Mom, I'm home..."

"... My precious son is stupid, haven't you been at home all the time?"

"...Hee hee... Mom, Dad, let's go to the zoo tomorrow..."

"……it is good……"

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Chapter 830

"...huh...huh..."

It pours in from the open windows in the corridor, and the chilly wind howls and blows through the corridor,

Disturbing the Spring Festival couplets pasted on the doors of several families, and the blessing characters pasted upside down.

Sitting on the stairs, Lian Ge glanced into the distance through the open window in the corridor, then turned his gaze to the boy with his head buried,

With his eyes closed, the boy who seemed to be in a dreamland had a smile on his face, just like the one in the photo, and seemed to be dreaming of some happy scenes.

After pausing his gaze, Lian Ge turned his gaze a little further, and looked at the closed door with the boy's back turned.

It seemed that the howling wind from outside the building had also blown into the room, some voices in the room were mixed with the cold wind, and rang in Lian Ge's ears,

"...Old Chen, take out the garbage in Dad's kitchen, at the door of the room, take it with you when you go out in the afternoon... and change the garbage bag when you come back..."

"...OK, I'll peel off the garlic and go..."

"...Mom, what did we have for lunch today..."

"...Braised braised pork, do you want to eat it?"

"……think!"

There is also a family living in that house.

……

"Gah..."

Following these words, a burst of approaching footsteps sounded behind the door.