Second marriage itch

Chapter 238 Xue Duyun (2)

Compared with the timidity when she said "thank you" to me before, her voice reading the text is clearer now.

Across the door, I can imagine her sitting upright at the desk, holding a book and reading seriously.

I hung the zongzi in my hand on the doorknob in the same way, and after knocking on the door twice, I quickly ran to the next floor.

After a while, I heard the sound of the door opening.

"Hey, who is it?" She asked cautiously.

I pressed against the wall of the corridor, suppressed my breathing, and didn't make a sound.

In the past two years, although I have been paying attention to her and often do these small tricks, she doesn't know me.

After a while, I heard the sound of the door closing.

I walked up a few steps lightly, and when I looked up, she had already taken the zongzi hanging on the door.

When I went downstairs and stepped on my bicycle to leave, I subconsciously looked up at her window, but I didn't expect her to poke her head out.

I lowered my head nervously, stepped on the pedal and rode out of the alley quickly.

What am I nervous about?
In fact, I can be friends with her openly and openly, caring for her and protecting her.Anyway, she didn't know who I was, and she didn't know the truth.But I just lack that little courage, probably because I am afraid that she will see through my atonement.

Just like before, I plucked up the courage to say to send her home, but she never looked up at me.Her timidity and my guilty conscience make it impossible for us to have a positive intersection.

I came to the hospital by bicycle, and my grandfather was not in the office. I heard that he was undergoing an operation, so I sat in the office and waited.

There are many pennants and awards hanging on the wall of the office, all of which are the honor of Grandpa.

I don't know how long I waited, but Grandpa finally came back. He took off the gloves on his hands as he walked. Although his face was tired, he was very surprised when he saw me.

"Duyun, why are you here?"

I handed him the zongzi.

"My mother asked me to send this. Grandpa, can you get off work after the operation? Go home and have a meal. Mom is doing it."

Grandpa sat behind the desk, pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, flipped through the medical records on the table and said, "There will be an operation later, and the patient is waiting. How can I run back to eat?"

After speaking, grandpa asked me again, "Has your father gone back?"

I got up and said, "I was going to call him."

Grandpa patted the medical record, and said angrily, "I must call him back, my son is so old, he doesn't look good all day long?"

Grandpa knew about my father's absurdity, but I didn't understand why my father's temperament and behavior were not at all like grandpa's, and I was not like my father either.

When I left the hospital and came to Shichang, it was already late, and I saw my father's car parked at the door of the bungalow.

I reached out and knocked on the door. My dad asked who it was in the room, but I didn't say anything.

In short, I was a little stubborn and rebellious in my heart, and I didn't want to answer him or communicate with him.

After a while, the door opened, and the panic on my father's face did not escape my eyes.

"How did you come?"

I quickly scanned the small room, and there was no one else, so the mother and son should have been sent back by him.

There was suspicion in my heart, so I pushed him away and strode in, rummaging around.

My dad accused me from the sidelines, angry that I didn't take him seriously, and I ignored him.

When I pulled back his quilt, I immediately revealed what he had hidden under the quilt.

I was really full of anger at the time, clenched my fists, and severely resisted the urge to hit someone. I grabbed something and I was about to throw it out.My dad held my arm tightly, and the powdery things scattered all over the floor during the pull.

My dad was like dropping gold, lying on the ground to grab those things bit by bit, feeling very distressed.

I really hate how he loses his spine when he touches this thing, lying on the ground like a dog right now.

I hate it so much, my chest is almost bursting with anger.

After locking the door, I dragged a hemp rope from under the bed, dragged my dad up from the ground and forced him to the chair, preparing to tie him up.

"You rebellious son, a big rebellious thing, I am your old man!"

He scolded me while resisting, but now I am half a head taller than him at the age of 15, and he is no longer my opponent.

This is not the first time I tied him.

The last time he had a drug addiction attack and beat his mother, that was the first time I tied him up, and I didn't dare to face my mother, so it also happened in this room.

Ever since he'd come across that thing, he'd sometimes been a real monster, sometimes humble like a dog, and sometimes grumpy like a beast.Of course, I already have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, and know who is right and who is wrong, so I feel sorry for my mother.

He said that I would be struck by lightning, but I am not afraid.I don't want him to go on like this, and I don't want him to bully my mother again.I think I'm doing the right thing, my only purpose is to get him off that thing.

That's not a good thing, and there are many examples of ruining people's lives.And home doesn't feel like home anymore, and I'm worried that this will eventually be the case.

My dad was tied to a chair by me and couldn't move, so he scolded me and uttered all kinds of ugly words.

I ignored him and stood aside, no matter how insulting he was, I would not fight back.

I didn't scold him, I didn't beat him, and I was forced to tie him up.My filial piety was taught by my mother. My mother has always been filial to the elderly, and I can see it.

If I didn't have a word of filial piety in my heart, I would have done it to him long ago.

I didn't say anything and he knew it very well, I just wanted him to make a promise.Even if his promise is worthless to me, I hope he will make a good promise at this moment.

The workers got off work, and when they left, they said happy holidays to my dad outside the door!They probably also saw that the car was still outside and knew that my dad hadn't left yet.

I didn't speak, and my dad didn't respond. He probably didn't want the workers to see him in such a mess.

After the workers left, the surrounding area became quiet, and it was completely dark.

My dad was tired of cursing and cursing, and finally stopped.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

"Duyun, Borong, are you there?"

It was my mother's voice, she probably came here worried because she saw that I didn't go back so late.

Since the news about my dad and that woman came out, my mother hasn't been to the stone factory

Yes, probably because I don't want to see the unbearable side and make myself feel sad.

My dad stared at me, I actually didn't want to let him go easily this time.But my mother was knocking eagerly, and I didn't want to worry her, so I finally let my dad loose and opened the door.

My mother looked at me, then at my father, and asked suspiciously, "What are you doing? Why did it take so long to open the door?"

"I didn't do well in the exam, my dad is scolding me."

I left a sentence and went to push the bicycle by myself.

Behind me, my mother said, "Borong, today is the holiday, let's go back to eat early."

My dad locked the door and went to drive. My mother told me to put the bicycle behind my dad's car and go back in my dad's car.

I didn't care, just stepped on the car and rushed out.

For this meal in the evening, there are only three of us on the table.

I can't remember how long we didn't eat together, most of the time it was just me and my mother.

Because of the previous conflict, my father looked at me with hatred when he was eating.

Hate it, hate it, if I can choose, I really don't want to be his son.

The mother probably saw the clue and smoothed things over with a smile.

"I didn't do well in the test this time, just try harder next time. Son, tell mom, how many points did you get in the test?"

I put down my chopsticks, dragged my schoolbag, and took out the test paper with a blank expression.

"138 points, 138 points in the English test is very good."

My mother stared at my test paper in surprise and showed it to my father.

"Bo Rong, this score is not bad. You have to deduct a few points for the composition. You can't ask too much. My son has worked hard enough."

Not only did the father not show the slightest glory, but he put his chopsticks down heavily, then turned and went upstairs.

My mother looked at my father's back in puzzlement, as if she was afraid that I would be too lost, and comforted me while picking up food for me.

"Son, you are really good! Keep going!"

No matter how hard I try, he won't feel proud, I always know.

Sleeping until midnight at night, I was awakened by a sudden movement.

Hearing the sound of the car starting, I got out of bed and walked to the window, and saw my father driving away in the car.

I heard my mother's crying faintly. I walked to the door of their room and found my mother sitting on the ground, crying and coughing.

I went to help her and saw several bruises on her body.

"He hit you again?"

Mother leaned on the bed, crying heartbroken.

I looked up at their room, and their wedding photos hung on the wall.

Before, my father wasn't so over the top, since he started touching that thing, he became more and more irritable, and he didn't take this family seriously.

Hatred ran rampant in my heart, and I said, "Mom, I don't want this father anymore."

My mother's crying disappeared all of a sudden, and she grabbed my hand.

"Son, you can't say such things. He has done some ridiculous things, but he is still your father, and I love him. As long as he wants this family, I can bear it. "

I really don't understand why a woman can tolerate it to such an extent?Is it really just because of love?My mother should still be worried about me, and wants to keep this family intact for me.

The mother began to cough violently again, and the palm that covered her mouth spread out, and there was blood.

"mom."

I suddenly felt shocked and terrified.

Mother wiped the blood from her mouth and comforted me with a smile.

"It's okay, I'm sick, don't tell grandpa, so as not to worry him."

I went to pour hot water for my mother and get her medicine.

After tossing and tossing until midnight, I watched my mother go to bed and fell asleep before I returned to the room, but I couldn't fall asleep.

I took out a small box from under the bed, with a small lock hanging on it.

It contains secrets that only I know.

I found the key from a secret corner and opened the box.

(End of this chapter)