White City Murder Expo

I've been speaking a little illogically, and I'm an alcoholic, not sober most of the time.So I often stop to summarize what I have said:

Butcher was a good boy;

His preferences are a bit strange, but they are still acceptable;

He wanted to go to the fair four years ago.

Thinking of this, I suddenly realized something.Butcher must be complaining about me, that's why he came up with this bad idea to scare me hard.In the end, it was all because he wanted to go to the fair so much and I didn't seem to want him to go.

How could anyone in this world really fall in love with their father?This is impossible, and Butcher is not that kind of pervert.

Relieved, I walked to Butcher's room, whose door was ajar.Poor ghost, he must have been waiting for me to guess what was on his mind.

When the door was opened, Butcher was doing his homework. He obviously heard the noise, but he didn't turn his head immediately as usual, which further strengthened my idea that he was making a fuss.I walked over and patted him on the shoulder.

"Let's talk again," I said.

"I have nothing to say. I'm sorry, Dad."

I asked, "Do you want to go to the expo?"

Butcher hesitated. "With you?" he asked me back.

"If you want to go with your classmates, I will give you the money."

"No, I want to go with you."

This confuses me a bit.I'm not interested and don't want to buy an extra ticket.But looking at Butcher's expectant expression, it felt difficult to say "no".

I said, "It will take a while. The business of the pharmacy is very good recently, and you also have an exam, right? But we must go and see it before the Expo ends."

"Really?"

"real."

Butcher looked happy.After finalizing this matter, I will no longer stay in his room to interfere with his reading. As soon as I close the door for him, the door is immediately opened from the inside. Butcher rushed to hug me and asked: "Then you Are you not mad at me, Dad?"

Butcher was a half-baked guy, maybe teenage boys always are.He often hugged me suddenly like this, holding me tightly in his arms, wrapping his arms around my waist, it almost made me feel pain.

All right, all right, Boots.I said.

Growing up, no matter what happened, it was always easy for me to forgive him.

For the next half day, Butcher remained in a good mood.He took the initiative to run two trips for me, once to the supermarket to buy butter and beer, and once to post a letter at the post office.

During dinner, it was rare for him not to stop me from drinking, and he took the initiative to talk about many things in school, such as seeing Raven and Anna kissing in the girls' room; Jeffrey was excluded by classmates because he smelled like a slaughterhouse; I don't know whose schoolbag is in the pool...

"You're an observer," I said, "but tell me about yourself. How are you?"

"And you, how are you?" Butcher asked me back.

I'm fine, I said.Butcher's face blurred in my vision.I said, let's discuss, can you wash the dishes? ...

I stood up and tried to walk back into the room when the floor twisted and I couldn't get out of a straight line.Suddenly, he staggered, but the expected pain of landing on his face did not hit.It was so strange, I obviously fell to the ground, but ended up falling into Butcher's arms.

He asked, "Do you know what you look like now, Dad?"

What can I look like?

I said confidently, "Your father looks like you."

I hung on Butcher, directed him to transport me to the sofa, held up a newspaper that I couldn’t read a word and read it for nearly half an hour. Finally, when Butcher just walked over, I announced loudly: “I want to Go take a shower!"

Butcher told me the water wasn't boiling yet.

I don't care, I'm going to stay in the bathtub because fish should be in the pool.

are you a fish

Am I not?

Anyway Butcher did get me in the tub again.I adore the big tub, was that mentioned before?I bought it during the Christmas promotion this year, and it is more than enough for two people to wash together.The first day the new tub arrived I asked Butcher if we wanted to take a shower together, and he said, "No." The firm tone really broke my heart.How could such a Butcher... what was he doing?I have a vague feeling that I've forgotten something important, but maybe it's not that important.

My Butcher, my pride and my future, he has exceeded my expectations.In fact, I didn't have great expectations for him from the beginning, he just needs to breathe, breathe - to give me the feeling of being alive, just like when his mother was there.