you are my uncle

He didn't notice that his mother was getting more and more haggard, and her spirit was getting more and more trance, and finally she fell down on the bed.

"Mingming, do you like Dad?" His mother asked him while lying on the bed, her voice was a little weak.

"I don't like it." He didn't hide his dislike for his father at all, "He used to make you cry and yell at you loudly, um...but he's been nice to you recently, so I'm a little bit dissatisfied Hate him."

His mother was amused by him, but the smile was full of deep sorrow, "You have to like Dad, okay? Dad is also very good to you. When Mom is gone, listen to Dad."

"No, no, mom must always be by my side! Mom needs to get better soon, he said he would take us to Disneyland."

"You can't call him, you have to call him Dad. Promise me, okay, you must be good when mom is gone, don't hate your dad, in fact, it was mom who was sorry for dad first, dad didn't like mom, it was mom who forced him to marry Mother, mother is the bad guy..."

He couldn't understand the meaning of his mother's words, he only heard his mother say that if he is not here, his mother will leave, so he cried loudly: "Mom must always be by my side, mother is not allowed to leave!"

His mother hugged him and coaxed him: "Mom won't leave, mother won't leave, obviously she won't cry or cry..." In fact, his mother was also crying, and the hands holding him were trembling.

Within two days, his mother passed away.He was very abnormal, he didn't cry, he didn't ask where his mother had gone, he looked at his mother's cold body, motionless, being taken away by the funeral home car, and the house was covered with white flowers.

At that time he had already realized the thing about death, his mother was dead, and he would never come back.

He looked at the fucking black and white photo hanging in a photo frame covered with white flowers, and smiled beautifully. That photo was taken when the three of them went out to play together a while ago, and the person who took the photo was his father.

Damn, he really loves his dad.

He remembered what his mother said, and he also wanted to listen to what his father said, but his father didn't go home even more after his mother left, leaving him in the care of the nanny and housekeeper, and didn't come home for several days.

He became even more lonely, guarding the toy his mother bought him, and finally couldn't help crying.

"Mom, mom, I want mom!" He seemed to be going crazy. A small child rolled on the ground dozens of times, let the housekeeper and nanny coax him, and continued to cry unmoved .

Until they called his father back, he was already tired from rolling, but he kept crying. His father frowned, "You are a boy, you are not allowed to cry casually."

"Bad man, you bad man, you are the one who caused my mother to disappear!" He accused loudly.

His father ignored him directly, "Your mother has gone to heaven and will not come back." He left without looking back.

After that day, he hated his father even more. He didn't understand the crying when he was a child. Apart from missing his mother, he wanted to attract his father's attention and make his father start to care about him, but It didn't work out, and that's why he hated his dad even more.

In fact, his father treated him very well. Apart from emotional love, at least in terms of money and material things, he was never stingy. He would give him a fixed amount of pocket money every month that was too much to spend. It's okay, the promise to the fuck has been fulfilled.At least he is really doing well in terms of life now...

Zhaoming extinguished the cigarette butt in his hand, looked down, and saw that he had smoked so many cigarettes... About ten cigarette butts fell scattered on the floor.

Memories of this kind of thing will really kill people.

Recalling these things has brought tears to his face.

His father continued to have a good time when he was away, and occasionally brought women home. He was boarding in junior high school. He once forgot to take something and rushed home at seven or eight o'clock. Before the door was opened, he heard the sound of men and women coming from inside. , He was in his adolescence, and he also knew some knowledge about sex. He opened the door secretly and saw his father and a strange woman entangled in the living room naked, and the sofa was crushed and creaked.

He suddenly wanted to vomit, he didn't dare to make a sound, and ran away before closing the door, throwing up on the side of the road halfway.The fucking photo is still hanging on the wall, how did they make it... He thought of the woman's plump white body, and couldn't help retching again, really, it was disgusting to the extreme .

He suspected that his current sexual orientation was also related to that experience, maybe it was a psychological effect. After that time, he began to feel disgusted with women except his mother. Whenever he saw a woman, he would think of his father and that woman. Images of women naked and entwined.

This situation didn't gradually improve until after high school, but at that time, although he didn't dislike girls, he was no longer interested, and he was completely bent.

He hasn't been home for a long time, except for the anniversary of his mother's death, he will go home and sit face to face with that man in silence for a meal... The man doesn't care about him, he just calls him on time every month Money, occasionally send him a few text messages, asking how he is doing, and he will return a few polite words in a perfunctory manner.He suddenly wondered what the family had become now.

Otherwise, go back.

Zhaoming reached out and touched the cigarette case in his pocket. The cigarettes had already been smoked. He took out the cigarette case, took out a layer of tin foil inside, and folded out a small airplane. Flying out of his hand, a beautiful parabola was drawn in mid-air, overlapping with the shadow of the paper airplane thrown by his mother when he was a child.

The paper airplane was lying on the ground. In the dark room, there was only faint moonlight coming in from the window. He touched his face, and the tears had dried up.

Zhaoming squatted on the ground, buried his head on his knees and fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, he went back to his childhood. His parents took him by the hand and went to the amusement park. His mother hugged him and sat on the merry-go-round. Watching them from the side, he finally realized his dream of going to Disneyland, his mother was laughing, his father was laughing, and he was laughing too.

The corners of Zhaoming's mouth curled up slightly, the moonlight shone on his face, and he became that carefree child again, without worries, very happy, very happy.

The next day Zhaoming woke up feeling sore all over his body. After all, he had slept in such a position all night. He stretched himself, and the morning sun shone on his face, which was warm and very comfortable.

He rummaged through the box, put on a set of decent-looking clothes, and stood in front of the mirror for a long time. After all, he couldn't embarrass his mother.

He went out with only some documents and a mobile phone, and went to a nearby car shop to pick up the car that hadn't been used for a long time. With a monthly maintenance fee of several thousand yuan, the car was as if it hadn't been moved. As new as the day his dad gave him.

He still remembered that this car was given to him by his father when he first went to college, and he directly threw the car keys to him: "Didn't you just get your driver's license? The one in the garage is for you to use."

He accepted it, but he only drove it once, and drove it directly to the car shop for foster care.