leave this sad place

Chapter 141 Persecution
He silently wiped the tears from his face.That person, he really hated him beyond measure, but it was undeniable that he was his father.It's like God made a joke, but such a joke is more bleak than tragedy.

Ouyang suppressed his anger again, endured his grief, and dialed that person's number again.After all, some things have not been said clearly, and some things must be resolved.

"Hello?" Ouyang asked him, his voice became flat, as if those angry roars just now did not belong to him, and it seemed that nothing happened just now.But there are still some clear tears on Ouyang's face.

"Hmm." The man snorted, why was there no anger in his heart?My son actually talked to me like that, although he had done it before, how could he really not care?

"Are you going back or not?" Hearing his voice, Ouyang felt another burst of anger burst out of his heart.Such a clear feeling of hatred not only made his heart heavy, but also made him more painful, an almost unsolvable pain.

"What are you doing back?" the man asked again, but his tone was not as strong as before.

"Come back and talk about something that needs to be resolved." Ouyang explained again, as if what happened just now really didn't happen.

"My lord's business—" The man used this excuse again, as if he couldn't find any other excuses other than this.

"You really don't want me to care?" Ouyang's voice was filled with a deep sadness, but his heart was full of sorrow!
"Are you really leaving me alone?" Ouyang asked again, with a bitter taste in his sad voice.

That person was silent again, but did not hang up the phone again.

"If you really don't want me to care, well, we will break it off from now on! I will never ask about your affairs again, even if you starve to death on the street in the future, I will not come to collect your body, let alone for you You shed half a tear!" Ouyang gritted his teeth and squeezed out such words, although it was very rebellious, but why would he worry about those?Years of torment that penetrated deep into the bone marrow and penetrated into the soul had already given him the strength to break through the secular world.

"Oh." The man said indifferently, as if he had already expected such a result.

"Then you really don't want me to care about it? Really want to—" Ouyang didn't say the last words, because the deep grief came from his heart again.

"Whether you recognize me or not in the future is up to you." The man seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him, and such indifferent words seemed to come up after countless times of thinking.

"Haha." Ouyang laughed again, but it was the kind of laugh that was uglier than crying.He really wished that he could return his father and mother by cutting bones and flesh like Nezha in the fairy tale.But can this really work?If God can let everyone choose their parents again, then Ouyang would rather choose a beggar than him!But is this possible?

Such a naive idea, but it attracted him so much, and made him suffer so much!The so-called fate seems to be arranged at the time of birth; where can we find the shadow of fairness in the so-called fairness?Pursuing something hard is just something that others use to play with me, but I foolishly believe it is true, and I am persistent and firm even after death.This kind of idiot is just adding a touch of tragedy to this world, for people to have fun and watch!

"Do you really want me to do that? Do you really think that I dare not be rebellious, and dare not be an unfilial and evil son that the world despises?" Ouyang asked loudly again.He was already heartbroken, and his heartbroken heart made him no longer care about those worldly etiquettes.

The man fell silent again.

"Then let me tell you, as long as I think it is right, even if people all over the world think it is wrong, I will stick to it; even if I am despised and abandoned by people all over the world, I will not hesitate!" Ouyang's language became harsh again.Such words are not only what the person listened to, but also an oath to oneself.This is his faith, this is his criterion, a principle of pride in his bones!

"Then do you still want to come back?" Ouyang asked again, this time it seemed to reveal some different taste, there seemed to be a faint sense of determination, a kind of sternness sharper than a sword.

But there was still no voice from that person, Ouyang looked at the phone, and it showed "calling".

"Are you here?" He asked, feeling a sense of sadness welling up in his heart.It was as if he didn't listen to what he had just said to him, and it didn't have the slightest effect.

"Yes." The man's voice came clearly from the phone, as if he had been listening to Ouyang's words.

"If you hang up the phone like last time; if you continue to choose silence. Then, I will treat it as you made your choice." Ouyang forced that person, as if he wanted to make a break with that person today.

But there was a silence on the phone.It seemed that the person hadn't heard at all; it seemed that the person was thinking; it seemed that the person had made a choice.

"I'll count to three, and if you don't speak again, I'll hang up the phone. From then on, I will never contact you again." Ouyang pressed again and again, but he didn't realize that he was pushing that person time and time again. Don't you give yourself extravagant hopes again and again?No matter how much I hate him, no matter how harshly I use harsh words to persecute him, that person is my father after all!This indisputable fact not only makes Ouyang helpless, but also makes Ouyang hopeful.

"One." Ouyang's voice was full of pain. How could such a method be what he really wanted to see?

But that person remained silent, as if he really didn't listen anymore.But Ouyang was very sure that the man was listening.

"Three." Ouyang smiled miserably, and directly omitted "two".Because he didn't want to go on like this anymore, didn't want to go on like this endlessly.

"Then when will I come back?" The man finally spoke, and his voice no longer had that toughness, that indifference, that feeling that he really looked down on everything.

"I'll tell you then." Ouyang's voice revealed a trace of fatigue.

"What about her?" he asked.

Ouyang has already hung up the phone.Because Ouyang doesn't want that person to know about his mother, because his mother has been avoiding that person.

"It's finally coming to an end." But Ouyang's heart still didn't feel a little relaxed, as if there was a bigger storm brewing invisible.

He looked around in confusion, still not understanding why three people couldn't form a family properly?Why are they so cruel that they never feel at home since they were young?
And why do they keep themselves in the dark, is it because they are afraid of hurting themselves?Such a ridiculous approach, but he didn't know that Zao Hui had already clearly remembered all this in his heart.But why do they use such similar excuses to prevaricate themselves again and again?Do you really think that you really don't know anything except reading and studying?Such an absurd idea, but I didn't know that I just wanted them to say it, and said it with my own mouth, the kind of memory that I always remembered clearly when I was a child!

Such a home, such a family, even the first words on the phone can only be words like "Hello", "Oh", "um".This kind of family affection has already faded unconsciously, and what is left is not only heaviness, but also indifference!

"Maybe they never dreamed that they have such a powerful side." Ouyang sighed softly, he who has always been well-behaved in the eyes of adults is actually crazy in his bones.It's just that he doesn't usually show it, and he doesn't want to show it.But this time, he was really driven to the point of going crazy, and he had no choice but to explode.

"Let's end it soon." There was another tingling feeling in his heart, and he sighed helplessly, letting that heart become heavy again.

(End of this chapter)