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Soon, I squandered the last few days when I was able to play well, or I did nothing.

Probably because I saw his dear Ma Ma staring at him fiercely from the crack of the door too many times, or I had gradually understood her amazing brain circuit, anyway, I had already reached a very subtle state at that time—— Because I have learned a certain level about my mother-in-law, I am eager to know what my father-in-law looks like.

So one day I finally asked, "Epileptic, what type is your father?"

"What type, it's the same as the criteria for choosing a spouse."

"...I was asking what kind of man he was."

"I don't know, you should ask my dear Ma Ma."

At that time, I looked at him with a dazed face, and then began to speculate why he was so unfamiliar with his great bully. After thinking about it, I finally fell into the mode of putting myself and others. In fact, in this aspect about personal experience, It is a very serious mistake to put yourself in the other’s shoes—I think of the small broken building where he lived, and I recall the small broken apartment that I lived in back then; I thought that I would only come to see our mother and son’s Baba on a whim, Inexplicably, he felt that his great tyrant was also the type who sees the head and sees the end.

So I started to comfort him in a very weird way, I pursed my lips and put on a tearful expression, and said: "Although you may not be able to talk to your great father for a year or so, but Don't be discouraged either, he can't always be romantic outside."

As a result, after I finished saying this sentence with full of affection, all I got was his extremely contemptuous expression and a sentence: "What's wrong with you? Have you watched too many TV series about the fierce struggle between the mistress and the original partner? My family doesn't look like TV shows are so crap."

"Now the mistress and original partner series are no longer popular, but the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law series, as well as the in-law series are still enduring."

"...(Small eyes of contempt) You would rather stay at home and watch TV shows than go out to find a job. So you are such a person."

What?Recently, apart from kicking me every day, he has been disrespecting me and despising me in various ways. Generally, he ignores me, and in general, he keeps saying "die, die, die, die" like having a convulsion. Of course, sometimes, just At the most terrifying time, as long as I say a little bit of trivial matter, no matter whether it is directly related to me or not, his brain circuit will go around in a very clear way to the aspect of "chewing the old", and then express his love for me in various ways. Disappointed, made me feel very tormented...

At that time, I always had an urge. I really wanted to tell him that my palace is powerful in the Northeast, with tens of millions of younger brothers, who regard it as day, sleep as night, blow it as winter, and exhale it as summer; I also want to tell him that my palace is in Sichuan. Also all kinds of powerful, I am the second youngest of an unscrupulous family, although the Lun family may think that I have died long ago.

But because I was still ambiguously drawing the boundary between me and ordinary people, I didn’t say anything in the end. Since he thinks I am a gnawing old man who does not seek to make progress, then I am a gnawing old man who does not seek to make progress. .He said that a widow is what a widow is.

But I still can't understand his contemptuous little eyes, so I finally decided to change the subject and continue talking about his great bully: "So what kind of person are you bully?"

"I do not know."

"Why don't you know?" He looked at me with all kinds of impatient expressions, and gave me a fierce look, but I still kept asking: "Why? Why? Why?" Repeating it over and over again, it seems that I have recently been brainwashed out of the repeater mode by his "fuck, die, die, die".

"My father died."

...? What?Nani? ...I seem to be asking something that shouldn't be asked!

"It's been a long time, almost ten years, and I don't remember much at that time."

"Then......"

"Stop! I get it, I won't force you to say it." I don't want to hear the plot of betrayal.

"You didn't force me..."

"No more."

He stopped the topic with a wink, and the two of them walked for a long distance in silence, and when they were about to reach the downstairs of his house, they realized that they should talk about something, so they awkwardly engaged in unrelated boring conversations. topic.That day I still went upstairs with him, and then I saw his dear Mama, and I still looked at him lying in the crack of the door as always, and then illuminated us both with a strong flashlight. For some reason, I was stung by the white light of the strong flashlight When I couldn't open my eyes, I felt inexplicably ashamed...

Although his father's death was not the reason for me, but inexplicably, I feel guilty in my heart.

Just like when I was still in junior high school, I often have doubts when I do the listening questions in listening comprehension - why A said: "Mymotherissick." B must say: "I'msorry. "Woolen cloth?Obviously it wasn't his fault at all...

It wasn't until that day that I suddenly realized that although it wasn't my fault, it might be because of a better relationship. After hearing this, I felt inexplicably guilty. I didn't know why I felt this way, and I couldn't do it at all. Explaining whether it is heartache, heartache or something else, I can only describe guilt. I want to express this mixed feeling but I have nothing to say. I can only make the most sincere expression to A and say: "I 'msorry."

In fact, after feeling guilty that day, I also wanted to say a very nonsensical sentence to epilepsy: "I'm sorry." But helplessly, he always had a calm and indifferent expression. I was afraid that after I said it, he would treat him like a SB up.

After that, we got along very normally for a period of time. I still waited for him at the school gate every day as usual, but I don’t know why I suddenly became shy, like a young daughter-in-law who just walked in. I used to be able to stand on the road. The Lion roared from across the river: "Epileptic-epilepsy-", now I am more used to waiting for him to walk slowly from the school gate to the side of the road, and then "swish" a few steps to follow behind him.

Shyness is of course more than just shyness. In this aspect, we no longer ridicule each other every day as before, and the topics we talk about are more suitable for all ages. I will trip him again on the way home from school, and he will gradually stop kicking me every day; two people will not torture each other, let alone grab the ivy and slap each other. Perhaps this rate of change is like accelerating As if there was too much manganese dioxide, I felt a little empty in my heart, and I was really not used to it.

Maybe he also felt the same way, because one day, the two of us were walking on the side of the road in silence, and the atmosphere was very awkward. Is the time estranged?"

I roughly recalled those TV dramas and movies that talked about youth and friendship, and found that it was indeed like this. I was also touched when I thought of my muddled youth, so I pretended to look forward with a dignified expression and used a very serious expression. The tone said: "Maybe."

As a result, he replied to me: "Well, good, the two of us are estranged."

I was stunned and could only say, "Huh?"

In fact, I don't know exactly what the central idea of ​​this incident is, and I don't know what he wants to express when he asks this question, but I still remember this incident...

Gradually, the temperature in the evening is too high to make people feel breathless, and the pattering rain all day long makes people very depressing. I guess the summer in the south of the Yangtze River has officially arrived at this time, and every night there is a kind of It’s so hot that I can’t sleep well. I guess I’ve been afraid of the heat from the cold in the Northeast and Russia in the past few years. I didn’t feel this terrible feeling in Sichuan before.

It was so hot that the parents of an elite were poor and did not install air conditioners in his bedroom, so I stayed hot all night, sleeping for a while, waking up for a while, and then half-dream and half-awake for a while. Yes, during that time I was always a little out of my mind when I was waiting at the school gate.

Seeing those local elementary school students also laughing while riding electric bikes, I guess this kind of weather should have no effect on the locals—in a sense, I am quite envious of them.

However, this is not the case. I was so out of my mind that one day the epilepsy suddenly came to me and told me that he hadn’t been able to sleep very much lately. --Eh?How could he feel the same way as me when he is obviously a local?

"Oh, actually I am the same, so you locals can't sleep because of the heat?"

"Huh? Why can't I sleep because of the heat? It's not hot yet... I'm quite nervous."

"Oh, why are you so nervous?"

"It's about to take the high school entrance examination, it's too scary..."

"Oh..." So that's what happened.

"I've heard that men who always say 'oh' will never find a match."

"Oh."

Then, quite logically, it came to the days of his senior high school entrance examination. In the first four days, the first three days, the first two days, he was still desperately complaining to me and venting his nervousness, but on the last day, he kept going. The appearance of an old monk who has transcended the mortal world made me feel all kinds of uncertainties. I suddenly thought of a little science knowledge I saw while watching anime one day-sugar can keep the mind active, so I went to the small shop to give it to me. He bought a bunch of lollipops and told him to eat them during the exam.Then he told me that would be considered cheating...

So in the end, I still couldn't do any help for his first big exam in his life.