leave this sad place

Chapter 140 Communication
"Well, okay." Her voice also became a little heavy, as if she finally felt a little bit of depression in her heart.

Ouyang closed his eyes silently, he didn't want to say another word, he was already tired enough today.

"Then you—is there anything else?" She asked, giving off a cautious feeling.

"It's gone, let's talk about it when we have something to do." He sighed and said, his heavy voice gave off a tired feeling.

"Then you should go to bed early." There seemed to be a trace of exhaustion in her voice. Could it be that she didn't have a trace of exhaustion after being away for many years?
He hung up her phone, and looked around blankly, but the familiar deep silence didn't give him a different feeling, let alone any warmth.

"Come back, what should I say?" He said to himself, the bewilderment in his eyes deepened, but his heart became more tired.

"I hope everything will be as imagined—" He closed his eyes and lay on the bed, with a heavy heart longing to end it all.

Tonight's moonlight seems to exude a strange light, which is extraordinarily cold; tonight's stars seem to be stained with a little confusion, and even the shining eyes have become a bit dim; tonight's wind is faint I was mourning for something, and kept crying for a moment.

How many people would suffer from insomnia at night like this?What is the cause of insomnia?

The brilliance of the morning sun shot from the far east, and with its incomparable strength, dispelled the remaining haze of the night.A hope, a hope of new life, slowly rises next to a red sun.How much real light can that lovely and weak orange color bring to Ouyang?

Ouyang looked at the hot sun through the window, and there was still sadness in his eyes. It was a kind of sadness that he didn't know when it was engraved, and he didn't know when it could be erased.

There was a vibration in his trousers bag, he took out his phone, looked at it, and pressed the answer button.

"Hi." He said, his voice still a little low.

"I'll be back the day after tomorrow." His mother's voice came from the other end.

"Oh." He said indifferently, as if this was an unimportant matter to him, but his heart felt a ripple after another, and the confusion in his eyes became more and more confused.

She seemed to be hesitating, not knowing how to say the next sentence, and it took a long time before she said: "Wait for me to come back."

But he had already hung up the phone.Because for him now, knowing when she will come back is enough.And what about the others?He just wanted to have a good talk after they all came back, and now he was tired, and he didn't want to touch those things again and again.

All of this seemed to be developing in the direction he expected, but there was still no joy in his heart.

Such a topic is still extremely heavy in his heart.

"Is it almost over?" He asked himself with confused eyes, as long as someone stood in front of him and looked at his face full of deep sorrow, he would involuntarily know that it would never be over like this.But he still knew nothing, and was still immersed in a kind of bewildered fantasy.

"Why doesn't my heart feel at ease as if I want to be relieved?" He closed his eyes silently, always knowing clearly that the only thing that won't lie to him is his still beating heart.But what about this time?He would rather believe that he is really about to solve the problem that has been accumulated in his heart for many years; he would rather believe that he is really going to be freed from the pain that has been in his heart for many years; was lying to him.Because of this, he——can no longer suffer so much!
What a feeling of self-deception, but it is a kind of deep helplessness, just self-consolation under all kinds of misery!

He looked again at the vast sky in the distance and the floating clouds.Standing with eyes full of sadness, I want to melt away with the wind, like a standing rock.

"It's time to tell that person." He sighed.This is something that the family should solve. How can we really solve this problem without that person?He knew it, but he never wanted to let himself remember it, but he always remembered it.And now, it's time to tell that person.

He took out his mobile phone and looked for the number, a number with no name or comment.But there is only one such number, and it belongs to him—that person.

He pressed the dial button, his face was calm, even his eyes were full of indifference, and his heart didn't even have a ripple, but it was heavier than usual.

"Hello." The voice from the phone that disgusted him naturally made his heavy heart feel an inexplicable anger, an inexplicable hatred.

"Yeah." He suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and the word he said was actually colder than the whole winter.

"What's the matter?" The man's voice was even colder than his, with a hint of impatience.

"I want you back—" He suppressed the anger of hatred in his bones.

"What are you doing back? I still have something to do?" The man interrupted him impatiently.

"Come back and talk about those things between you and your mother." Ouyang once again endured the anger that was about to explode in his heart. He felt that his eyes were full of a burning feeling that wanted to burn!

"Don't worry about adults' affairs, children!" The man's voice actually carried a kind of warning, which was so cold that it seemed to freeze the whole world.

"Really?" Ouyang felt that he could no longer control himself, the anger of hatred that had been suppressed for many years burned his whole body and soul!
"Just do what you're supposed to do!" The man's voice not only became colder, but also became a little higher.

"I do what I'm supposed to do. Study? Do you know I'm not studying hard? But what about you? Why do you teach me like this? Just because you are my father? But what you have done all these years Which thing is like a father did? And which thing should be done by a father?" Ouyang couldn't bear it anymore, he really didn't know how that person could talk to him so stubbornly, Is it really based on the father?

"Have you ever seriously thought about yourself? For so many years, you have achieved nothing outside, and you can hardly support yourself, so you still have the face to teach me? You didn't even do your own things well, It is so natural and righteous to ask others to do their own things well!" Ouyang's heart boiled with anger again, and he wanted to yell loudly.

"You know I didn't do my job well?" His voice was still tough.

"Haha. Are you doing your job well? Then tell me which one of your things you are doing well. Do you go to drink? Or to eat? Or to - prostitute?" Ouyang laughed unscrupulously When I woke up, my heart was full of anger and grief!
"Just now you said you have something to do, so tell me what is your business? Do you dare to say it clearly? Do you dare?" Ouyang asked loudly, without any scruples anymore.

"Why don't you talk? Didn't you say you have something to do? Tell me! I'm listening! I want to see what you have done over the years!" Ouyang roared again, and he I don't want to care about so many secular etiquette.

However, the man hung up the phone.

Ouyang listened to the sound of "beep-beep-" coming from the mobile phone, and felt an indescribable sadness in his heart, which was even more desolate than watching the whole world destroy before his eyes. Feel.

Ouyang held the phone with both hands, and seeing the "call ended" displayed on it, tears poured out again silently.

But he laughed, a heartbreaking and miserable smile!

(End of this chapter)