Little Dumb and the Twins

"I'm going to remarry," the man said with a blank expression. He has always been like this, and has never treated Xiao Ya as his own child. "So, you have to move out."

Xiao Ya actually wanted to say that he has been living in the dormitory.

He was afraid that typing on his mobile phone would be too slow. He wanted to use sign language, but he also thought that men could not understand sign language.

The waving hand dropped again.

Most people can't understand sign language, so Xiao Ya has always communicated with people in written form. As a dumb father, the man never had the desire to communicate with Xiao Ya, let alone learn how to communicate with him.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the man said, "What I mean is, find a time and remove all the things you put at home. I'll find a house for you. You don't have to worry about the rent. The monthly living expenses are the same. No less, it will be put on your tuition card."

Every word and sentence, as if drawing a clear line with a beggar.

Xiao Ya couldn't bear the sorrow welling up from the depths of his heart, and tears filled his eyes.

That's it, no chance of staying there?

The "home" where a mother who has never met lived.

Although there is no warmth, it belongs to his own "home".

Xiao Ya always felt like a snail, dull and slow, and the shell on his back was his home. Although he was often overwhelmed by the pressure, he was willing to bear the weight.

But now, the snail's shell will be taken away by the person who gave it to him. The snail that has lost its back shell will also lose its shelter from the wind and shelter from the rain. Soon, it will die in his world.

Die weakly and alone.

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Xiao Ya didn't know that his face was ashen. Maybe it was because of his despair that he frightened the man in front of him. After hesitating, the man said: "I know, I haven't fulfilled my responsibilities as a father these years, but I don't want to try at all."

"Your mother is not physically fit to have a child at all. Being able to conceive is simply a fantasy. I tried every means to dissuade you back then, but she still insisted on giving birth to you. Everything I gave, whether it is love or hate, belongs to your mother." I have exhausted my body, and I can no longer use it on you..."

"I know something is wrong with me. Over the years, I have suffered from bipolar disorder and depression, and it took me a lot of effort to maintain myself as a normal person."

"You always remind me of her, you look like her."

"I can't have emotions. Once my emotions get out of control, I will become a madman."

"I want to get rid of your mother, and it's time to get rid of it, so please leave me too."

"Don't come back."

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Xiao Ya kept repeating what the man said in his mind, like a series of spells that he couldn't get rid of, forcing him to recognize the reality.

After all, I lost the most important thing.

became an outcast.

Xiao Ya came to his senses and found that his face was covered with cold liquid.

One drop, another drop.

Is it rain?

Still crying by myself.

The rain and tears poured down at the same time, Xiao Ya sat on the side of the unknown road, curled up his body, and let out a monosyllabic cry.

It was a sad voice he had never had before.

Thunder and lightning covered his lonely figure and wailing in the night, and the rain washed his whole body and poured into his heart.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting in the rain.

until,

An umbrella propped up above his head.

The boy in the dream appeared beside him, blocking all the sadness.

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The boy stretched out a hand, as if inviting him to dance before, "Go back?"

go back?

Xiao Ya was in a trance for a while.

Without a home, do you still have a place to go?

"Go back." The man didn't move, maintaining the movement of bending over and reaching out, like a stone statue carefully carved by an artist.

In Xiao Ya's eyes, only the slender, well-articulated hand was left reaching out to him.

Then he took it.

At that moment, he seemed to hear a voice from his heart, a voice from both angels and devils.

Torrential rain.

Xiao Ya threw herself into Jiang Xingchen's arms, crying like a child.

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[The author has something to say]: Over there, the bird has ended, and here it resumes every two days.