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Chapter 25

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    When I was hesitating, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of me. I instinctively hid behind me, but he reached out and grabbed my collar, pulled me down from the fence, and pushed me to the ground.

    "Are you crazy! You bastard!" He roared at me in a dumb voice, raising his fist high, his face full of anger.

    I instinctively closed my eyes, and only heard a muffled sound in my ears. The fist that I thought would fall on my face never came down.

    I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was his face, which was pale due to worry. From his cheeks to the end of his eyes, there was an angry red color. He gritted his teeth and glared at me.  Even the eyes are red.

    I smell blood.

    The punch that was going to hit me in the face hit the concrete floor. The skin and flesh on the joints burst open, and blood continued to pour out.  But he just stared at me, gritted his teeth, and didn't say a word.

    I was frightened by him like this.  Just as I was about to speak, he pulled me up from the ground and hugged me so hard that my chest began to lack oxygen.

    I couldn¡¯t see his expression, but I knew he was scared-

    We are standing at the door of the third floor.

    On both sides of the door frame, there are Spring Festival couplets written by my father. The edges of the red paper have faded a little, and the black words are like eyes, looking at me quietly.

    My eyes are a little hot.

    "give me a cigarette."

    The weak smoke rises and sticks all the way from the throat to the lungs. Tobacco is a good thing that makes people feel at ease.

    After smoking a cigarette, he pressed it out on the rough wall. He was holding something in both hands and suddenly turned his head and pecked me on the face.

    "Teacher, knock on the door."

    ¡°What a death row prisoner looked like when he was waiting to go to the gallows, that¡¯s what I look like now.

    It was my mother who opened the door.

    She has lost a little weight in the past two years, and her hair has turned white from the temples, and it is stiff. She probably thought that guests were coming, so she didn't wear an apron. She was wearing a rose-red one that Shen Wanyi bought for her last time I went home.  Jacket, as if he doesn't know what expression to put on to receive us.

    "came back?"

    "I'm back." I lowered my head and walked in the door, not daring to look into her eyes: "Mom, where is my dad?"

    "In the study." She stood awkwardly at the door and glanced at Li Zhurong. She probably didn't expect that he would be a mixed race and so tall and beautiful. She rubbed her hands and didn't know what to say.

    Li Zhurong twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a smile: "Hello, aunt."

    "Hey, hey." My mother responded repeatedly and let him in. She is the kindest kind of Chinese woman, with a sharp tongue and a soft heart. Even if she is the "youngest boy" she keeps scolding, as long as she behaves politely and politely,  Smiling, she couldn't bear to drive him out.

    "Put your things on the sofa. Sit down first and I'll make tea. You guys came here after dinner, right?" My mother was wandering around, squatting next to the cupboard looking for tea leaves, and making tea with water from a thermos bottle with a plastic shell.  Dad likes to drink Pu'er, and all the Pu'er tea is kept in the house.

    I went over to help her get the cup and asked her in a low voice: "Mom, is my dad angry with me?"

    "You also said," my mother sighed: "Your dad didn't eat lunch, so you go and persuade him. The doctor said that his blood sugar is low and he can't do it without eating."

    I looked back and saw that the door to the study was closed. Li Zhurong was sitting on the sofa, silently observing his surroundings. He probably thought I was looking at him, so he straightened his expression and sat upright.

    I didn¡¯t dare leave him alone with my mother¡ªin fact, I shouldn¡¯t have let him in at all, but I had no other choice.

    After making tea, Li Zhurong glanced at the edge of the tea cup without leaving a trace. After confirming that this cup was not a new cup or a disposable cup, he pursed his lips, and then picked up the cup of tea without saying a word.  His family likes to pretend to be a scholarly family, and when they don't talk, they can really fool people.

    "You talk to my mother, and I'll go see my father."-

    When I was a kid, I loved my dad¡¯s study.

    I like thick books, preferably hard-shell ones, with smooth, light yellow paper that can make a sound when I rub the edges of the pages with my fingers.

    I knocked on the door: "Dad, I'm back."

    There was no sound inside the door.

    I knocked on the door again: "Dad, please open the door. I am Xu Xu."

    The door opened a crack, and my dad hid behind his eyes and looked at me alertly. After realizing that it was me, he opened the door a little: "Come in."

    &nbspHe turned her over. The little old lady's eyes were red, and even her hair smelled of oil smoke and was disheveled.

    "Why are you crying? I'm not fine now. I'm back in school and can still do physics. Last time I told you, didn't you say that my dad was so happy that he drank wine? Now I'm standing here fine.  , why are you crying"

    The little old lady leaned on me, her thin shoulders trembling with tears, and she beat my back with her fists with hatred: "You debt collector! If you don't let your parents have some peace of mind, why are you talking to that person again?"  Yaoshouzi got involved together. Look at the power of others. Is it something people like us can reach? If you were to find an ordinary person who suffered a lot and was bullied, your mother would have risked her life to avoid it.  I can also help you support yourself. If you find a person like this, with such an appearance, who is rich and powerful, how can you keep it! From now on, when your dad and I stretch our legs and close our eyes, who will you find to cry to? When you were  Not suffering enough? You still want to find him, you debt collector! You want your mother to die without peace of mind"

    I stood there, feeling sore and sore in my heart.

    The tears that had not fallen since I was forced to wish Mr. Li a birthday suddenly fell uncontrollably.

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