leave this sad place

Chapter 10 Inner Confidence
"Dictation, are you ready?"

"It's been a long time ago, don't you want to see who I am?" Ouyang said again very stinky.

"Then who are you?"

"Your brother." After finishing speaking, he laughed.

Xiaolan smiled, packed up her lesson preparation materials, and handed her pen and notebook to Ouyang by the way.

"Okay, let's start." Xiaolan put away her smile and put on a "serious" look, which made Ouyang want to laugh.

"Sister, don't pull your face, okay? In that way—" Ouyang paused slightly, "It's pretty ugly!"

"Fuck you! Mind yourself."

"It's really ugly!" Ouyang also nodded "seriously", but there was a cunning flash in his eyes.

"Why so much nonsense? Do you still want to dictate?" Xiaolan's face darkened.I was so mischievous at the beginning, so how can I be okay in the future?Xiaolan thought to herself.

"No more writing."

"What?" Xiaolan was slightly taken aback and raised her eyebrows.

"That is impossible."

"..." Xiaolan.

"Oh, sister, your reaction is too fast, I haven't come in a hurry--" Ouyang said "worship".

"Stop talking nonsense, I'll report the words to you now." Xiaolan stopped quickly, afraid that he would not stop like this again.

"OK, all right."

Xiaolan breathed a sigh of relief, this younger brother——

"Sister, what did you report? I didn't hear clearly."

"I still haven't heard clearly, can you report it again?"

"Did you hear clearly this time?" Xiaolan was a little puzzled when she saw that Ouyang didn't ask herself any more questions and didn't start writing.

"Listen clearly."

"Then why don't you write quickly."

"But I—I can't think how to write it."

"It's okay, just think about it slowly."

"Can you give me a little hint?"

"No."

"Then tell me what it means in Chinese."

Xiaolan rolled her eyelids, and hit the snake with a stick, she still has an inch to go!

"Just give me a hint, sister—" Ouyang made a pitiful expression.

"Okay, then I'll give you a little hint." She really couldn't stand him, so Xiaolan agreed after thinking about it for a while.

"It's really my good sister, hehe."

What are you talking about, if you give a reminder, you are a good sister, if you don't give it, you are not, what logic!Xiaolan was speechless.

"Is this the letter here?" Ouyang asked uncertainly.

"Think about it for yourself."

"Oh." Ouyang was thoughtful, and if he thought about it again, it wouldn't be this letter.

"Is it this letter?" Ouyang asked after changing a letter.

Ouyang saw that Xiaolan didn't speak anymore this time, it was probably this, but he still asked a little worriedly: "Sister, it will be this letter, right?"

"I want to go." Xiaolan said angrily,

Probably this is it, Ouyang actually played with his own little thoughts.

"Sister, how should I write this? I don't know anymore."

"Sister, give me a little more hint."

"A little, just a little is enough."

"Sister—"

Give him a little sunshine and he will be brilliant, if you give him a little hint, it is a mistake at all!Xiaolan finally woke up. "You'd better think about it slowly, I will never give you any hints again."

"Sister, you're not telling the truth, are you? Don't be so cruel." Ouyang pursed his lips, almost tearing out of his eyes!

. .

"Oh, finally finished dictation." Ouyang gave a strange cry.

Xiaolan took Ouyang's notebook and checked it carefully.

"Well, it's so-so, five mistakes, just met the minimum requirements, but counting the reminder just now—" Xiaolan glanced at Ouyang, saw him put on that miserable look again, and said with some headache: " You pass it."

"Ouye, finally passed!" Ouyang took a beautiful breath.

"Almost forgot, there is one more question I forgot to ask you."

"What's the question? Just ask if you want." Ouyang felt comfortable all over, and the feeling of passing was so refreshing!

"It was yesterday, you—why were you crying?"

"Hehe, it's nothing, it's just - the dust on the house fell into the eyes." Ouyang pulled the corner of his mouth, trying to give her a smile, but he couldn't.

"Oh." Xiaolan continued thoughtfully, "Now I am your older sister, you can tell me any sad things, no matter in the future or now."

Ouyang was silent, as if he had changed into a different person.

Xiaolan was also silent, a kind of thinking silence.Looking at Ouyang silently, giving him encouragement and comfort.

"How should I say it?" Ouyang smiled miserably, but didn't know where to start.

Xiaolan still looked at Ouyang silently, her eyes were soft and tender.At this time, eyes are more practical and powerful than words!
Ouyang slowly sorted out his thoughts, but he hesitated. The secret in his heart has never been told to anyone. What about this time?
People say that the eyes are the windows of the soul, Ouyang looked at Xiaolan's eyes subconsciously, and felt a little warm, so he settled down.

"Then let's start with my father." The voice was somewhat mocking and heavy.

Xiaolan silently nodded her head, vaguely as if she had guessed something.

"Do you know? When was the first time I called him Dad?" Ouyang's voice became low.

"It was when I was ten years old!" Ouyang closed his eyes, he was afraid that he would shed tears.

"I never called him Dad before, I always called him 'that person'. No matter what method he used, I just didn't call him!" Ouyang took a deep breath.

"Even if you beat me to death, I won't call him dad, because he doesn't deserve it! He doesn't deserve it!" Ouyang almost roared, his face slightly distorted.

Xiaolan's heart also became heavy.

"Hehehe—" Ouyang laughed miserably again.

"Do you know how I got through it when I was a child? Do you know how sad and helpless I was when I was a child?"

"At that time, the parents were either quarreling or fighting every day!"

"The reason is that he - that man - my father, he messes with women everywhere, and - he's a prodigal!" Ouyang felt a faint pain in his heart.

"Did he think about me and my mother at that time? Did he remember that it was a home at that time?"

"He never cared about us, never cared about us at all! Who are we to him?"

"Is that his father? Do I have a father like him? Then why should I call him father!"

"Do you know? How much I hate him? Hate him!" Ouyang's eyes were already wet, and he was choked up and unable to speak.

Xiaolan patted Ouyang's shoulder lightly, silently giving him warmth.

"Tell me, did they think about me at that time?" Ouyang regained his composure slightly, but also sobbed.

Xiaolan still comforted him silently.

"You said, did they care about my feelings at that time?"

"You know? When I was a child, I didn't want to mention, hear, or think of the word 'parents' at all!"

"When I think about them, I feel heartache, the kind of heartache that wants to die!"

"You know how I feel when I see other kids with their parents?"

"Have you ever experienced that indescribable feeling?"

"You know? How I wish I could have a real home! Not like this—"

"Do you know? I always sleepless in the middle of the night, weep secretly, let the tears be wanton, with tears all over my face! When the next day comes, I have to pretend that nothing happened!"

"Do you know? How many tears have I secretly shed for this! Do you know all this? Can you know?"

"Hehe, who knows? Who would know!"

"The saddest thing is-I can only bury these in my heart and bear them myself! Because I can't find anyone to confide in."

Xiaolan put her hands on Ouyang's shoulders, and said sincerely and firmly: "Isn't there still me? You can tell me about it in the future."

Ouyang raised his head and looked at Xiaolan seriously.There was a smile on that tear-stained and sad face, like a long-lost sunshine in a cloud-covered sky.

Xiaolan also gave Ouyang a warm smile, "In the future, you must remember that you are not alone, you still have my sister murmuring."

"Well, I will remember, always, forever—" Ouyang wiped his face with his hands and said, "Am I ugly now?" Ouyang has always paid attention to his appearance.

"Yes, you also know that you look ugly when you cry! So don't shed tears easily in the future. After all, a man doesn't cry lightly."

"Uh, so am I ashamed?"

"what?"

"Haven't I shed tears twice in front of you?"

"Then you have the nerve to talk about it."

"..."

"Okay, go over there and wash your face. I'm going to cook, and when I'm done, let's eat together."

"Yeah." There was a smile on the corner of Ouyang's mouth, and there was another free lunch to eat.

(End of this chapter)