My male ticket is eating dirt every day

Mo Xin looked up at the desk calendar on the wall: March [-]th.It was still nine months before Mo Yu's next birthday.

"Ah... I said why did he pick this time to make trouble... I thought your father was a little fairy who didn't touch the spring water, but I didn't expect him to be quite good at calculating." An inevitable item for divorced couples to resolve grievances The best way is to pour dirty water on each other in front of the children, and Mo Xin can't avoid it, "He is now in the first trial, and the second trial will be in six months. As long as the court doesn't procrastinate, the trial can be concluded before your tenth birthday, you know What does that mean, baby boy?"

Xiaoyu was used by his parents as a trash can in turn, and the little devil in his heart showed his teeth and claws: I don't want to hear you criticize each other!Can't there be more friendliness between people!With such a disharmony in my family, I am about to become a rebellious boy. I no longer believe in love. I want to run away from home and earn a living as a performer...

"You're under ten years old, which means you can't decide who to live with. As long as Mo Ju can pick out my shortcomings, the judge will award you to him for upbringing based on the principle that it is beneficial to your growth. Seeing how he can pick his time, In the future, you will not be allowed to fake evidence of my cheating on drugs to fight for your custody... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah blah."

Mo Yu just listened to a few sentences and simulated the bloody storm in the court half a year later. He recalled that Mo Ju filed for divorce on the day he was injured.The timing was too coincidental to be jaw-dropping.

The doorbell rang suddenly, and he didn't listen to his mother's nagging. He held his breath and pushed the little devil down. He hung his arms and went to open the door for the people who rang the doorbell several times outside.

Mo Ju obviously still kept the house key, but when he entered the door, he used the doorbell abruptly like a guest.

The man stopped the accompanying porters, and stepped into the house that he hadn't set foot in for nearly a month: "I'll take my paintings." Mo Xin let out a cold snort through the door opening when she heard the movement outside.

Afraid that they would quarrel on the spot, Xiaoyu grabbed Mo Ju's clothes and dragged him to the garden behind the house.There are two father and son in the huge space, relatively silent for a while.

"Xiaoyu" is the father who was the first to lose in the cold war after all, "You left with your mother after the trial, did you choose to be with her?"

Mo Yu didn't answer him directly, but just raised his broken arm and stared at his father with burning eyes: "Are you going to make a fuss about my arm next time you have a trial?"

He put his severed hand in front of Mo Ju: "Do you want to tell the judge that it was my mother who insisted on letting me learn figure skating, which is a very dangerous sport, and she is responsible for my injuries, she is not A qualified mother?"

"The court is full of scheming, why don't you worry about what your mother, an old Jianghu, will do to me?"

"You can't bear my mother so much, and you don't like my career so much?"

"No matter how deep the love is, what is so humble that it blooms in the dust is not a flower, but a destruction." The man casually folded a rose flower that bloomed on the side and crushed it under his feet, "I am a person, you think I am this A rose tree, no matter how you cut it to pieces, it will still bloom the most beautiful flowers for you year after year?"

"As for figure skating, go and see which professional athlete is not suffering from injuries. Isn't it better for a child to stay in a safe classroom than stepping on ice skates to pursue a momentary pleasure? If you don't have good results in skating, you retire early and get injured. How did ten years go?"

Mo Yu was so choked by his father that he allowed him to walk up and down to move the paintings out of the house, unable to utter a word of obstruction.

When Mo Ju moved the last painting, he specially gave him another knife.

The man pointed at the ferocious giant beast in the painting and said, "This is a courtier of the water god Gonggong. He was ordered by Gonggong to obstruct Dayu's control of the water several times, and Dayu cut off all nine heads. If he hadn't been that The vice-deputy is loyal to Gonggong, and he will not end up decapitated. You should not learn from him."

There are risks in making up the knife, so you need to be cautious when making up the knife.

Xiaoyu's wavering was only for a moment, and now he has made up his mind to confront his father head-on: "I admire such a...god, it's better to live and die forever than to live forever without persistence."

When Mo Ju turned over his painting and walked out of the house, he heard his son shouting from behind: "Dad, if I win more than two gold medals in the future, I will send you one too."

I also answered your first question by the way.

Mo Yu returned to the ice a month later.

Six months later, Mo Ju filed for divorce again.The reason for fighting for custody is also that the woman encouraged her child to delay her studies and engage in high-risk sports.

Mo Yu pointed out in court that the decision was made by himself, and Mo Xin should not be held responsible for the fracture.

The judge finally awarded Mo Yu to the woman for custody based on the principle of benefiting the child and supplemented by the child's personal opinion.The marriage between the Mos and his wife was terminated immediately when the divorce judgment was made.

Mo Ju walked out of the court alone, and took out the photos he wanted to show in court several times from the folder with a lonely expression.The blue flame of the lighter cheerfully engulfed a man and a woman in the photo and the bright and dazzling roses in the arms of the man one by one in the shady alley.

The man let go and let the flames engulf the last corner of the photo.

"I have also stared at you for a long time with such eyes, Mo Xin... Mo Xin."

Three years passed in the blink of an eye.

Mo Yu was [-] years old, successfully entered the figure skating team of H Province, and studied in an ordinary junior high school in the province.

He and Mo Xin had discussed for a long time whether to enter a special sports school.Sports schools are the choice of the vast majority of domestic professional athletes, so that they can devote more energy to training and grasp the golden age to achieve results as soon as possible.Sports take a lot of time and energy.Ordinary junior high schools with high attendance requirements are not good trees for professional athletes.

A [-]-year-old figure skater is talented enough to make his mark at national figure skating competitions, and in the next few short years, onto the world stage.Mo Yu will represent the province in various figure skating competitions, which means that he needs to undergo more intense training and take time for other students to go to the competition during normal class time.

The conditions were so harsh, Mo Yu still chose the normal system of higher education.

The brother of the provincial team grabbed Mo Yu's leg on the horizontal bar and helped him slowly pull it up to the top of his head, gossiping: "You are also crazy, I heard that Coach Fang made a special phone call last night to ask Zheng The coach advises you to enter the sports school."

The tall and straight boy carefully maintained his balance, took his ankle from his senior brother and fixed it on the top of his head, and paused for three seconds before he dared to answer: "My dad was worried that I would end up in a mess if I focused on skating, so I specially airlifted his latest one. The series of paintings is said to let me know how uneducated I am, and if I can recognize what he painted, he will allow me to go to sports school."

"What did he draw?"

"Sixteen species of birds and beasts in the Illustrated Records of Mountains and Seas...I only recognize one, like an illiterate."

The father, who has gained a place in the art circle by drawing the ancient cultural totems of his country as far away as Y, succeeded in KO Fang's coach, and made a strong contribution to his son's growth.

Mo Yu can recognize which one for nothing but because the old monster lives in his home.

If you think about it carefully, you can't say that he is an old monster. To be precise, he is just a god at home.

A god hiding timidly in the rose tree.