Chapter 351

I don't know. Anyway, there are many outsiders. We... Woo... Woo

"Honest, otherwise..."

No matter who came here, Yin Yijie was good at his own people and things. It's very generous.

Nod, I still can't according to. Let me down. I'm going down.

I'm not a casual girl. I can't be in the car with people like this. It's not good-looking. It's not good-looking. I'm going down

"Clean up Jie in a moment!"

Jie Jie looks at Bryan and Mingfeng at the door of the car. He was indifferent. Still put on a state of challenge, Yin Yijie was not happy, tone is not good.

"Jie Jie. Go down. If you don't go on, your stingy dad will learn from you... Ah

My meat. Can't you pay attention to the image of someone?

of course. Maybe you have no image, but I have.

Anger. I said, "Brian. Where is this? "

Break the silence, I don't believe it.

Well, another bite in the ear

This is a small remote yard. There are always some places like this in the suburbs, such as villages in the city, and it seems that there are also places near the shed of the construction site. I'm not sure exactly where.

Two story building, three walls, four or five cars parked in the yard.

The rest of the people came down, came and went, nearly twenty, walked around, felt like a big group, and filled the yard.

The car is about to stop in a circle, the headlights are on, and everything is bright.

Some lean on the car, some smoke, some

It's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like, it's like.

In the middle of the open space, my father stood in the middle, rubbing his hands nervously, but his face didn't feel very fateful. He didn't look like the prey that had been captured.

In my opinion, my father is a little bit caught in the game and is about to be "executed". Anyway, it's not the first time, probably not the last time.

His eyes looked at me from time to time, and they glared back at him.

Yin Yijie and I got out of the car and walked over.

Well, I feel a little sick.

When Yan Yijie and I got down, Brian was very surprised to lead Jie to stand close to me, very alert.

Yes, his reaction is a little strange.

Mingfeng is also a bit strange. He follows closely within three feet of me and is also highly alert. If I hear correctly, he even opens the button on his clothes. Normally, ah Guo can receive our information.

Shrug, it doesn't matter.

I pushed Yin Yijie to stand behind him. Of course, how could Yin Yijie?

He put his arms around my waist and let me walk unsteadily. He was not a complete and independent person, as if I had been kidnapped.

The scene is a little strange. No one is going to torture my father. I think it will give me enough face, otherwise it will not be so cheap.

Yin Yijie's chest bulged slightly, and he took a lot of air, a bit like an air cushion. He inflated to prepare for any unexpected blow.

I, bite my teeth, bite hard, today's things, since I have come here, I should have a statement.

I'm no longer a child. If I have nothing to do with you, you can do it, but everyone plays with me as a chess piece!

Unfortunately, I'm sorry. I'll either participate or quit. I'll never be pushed.

I don't care about gratitude and resentment, I just want to end him, and then give me a free space to live my own simple life.

Of course, Yin Yijie always tried to let me not participate in anything, and gave me a circle to fly in.

Sorry, I'm not a cage bird. I want to fly out.

I'm not a kind of insect that can devour my parents. I hope my parents can live like a person, instead of hiding.

Is it hard to live simply and happily?

Step by step out, light and heavy.

Light, do not make a sound, will set off the silence around the more gloomy depression; It's heavy. I can't move.

Because, I am destined to be inclined to him around me, probably will fail my father.

I'm sorry, I can try my best, but I don't love those who sell their wives and daughters so much;

On the contrary, I'm very much like my father: cold-blooded.

Yes, in the night wind, my hair is in disorder, and my feelings are in disorder

Blood cooling down, gradually, to 36 degrees and then to zero degrees approach; Calm, maybe, cold and quiet, that's it.

The cuckoo crows and the crabapple flies. This is a graceful world, a sad and beautiful season

Yin Yijie's right hand gathered my hair for a while, not behind my ear. When he let go, a petal withered, red and colorful

I was calm, cold and quiet. I walked behind Lao Liu. When he gave way, I continued to walk

Some calm, some mechanical, even need Yin Yijie to support me, I can keep calm.

But with firm steps, I went over

Some messy hair, white temples, is the traces of last winter's snow; The canthus of eyes are full of wrinkles, which are the footprints of years; Dad, Dad... Three steps away, that's my father. I haven't seen him for six years, my father.

Although, I have seen his shadow in a hurry, but, have never been so close, good, have a look

So seriously, recognize

In fact, it's strange. In fact, I didn't recognize him well six years ago; Of course, he never knew me well.

Today, is it because I grew up, sensible; Or is he getting old, going through the wind and frost, and finally understanding?

So, we're going to play a touching drama about getting married?

Oh, to recognize my father in prison, I must say, should I rush over and cry first, or should I shout first

"Dad?"

Ah, I'm sorry, I don't see many movies about marriage. I don't have any concept.

In my mind, I think of my mother. After I was ten years old, I didn't seem to know my mother well. Maybe when I met my mother, I could interpret it like this, or even make a few feigned remarks

"Mother, under the moon; With you, I have a home; Parting is the end of the world. Miss, why tears; Love is long, longer than days; Happiness is born in the heart of pain... "

Han, it seems relatively appropriate to change his mother into my domineering classmate Yin Yijie.

Of course, we don't have to worry about the post-modern verse. Maybe when this verse is sung, I really miss my mother.

But at this time in the face of my father, I can not find this feeling.

One of them is particularly appropriate:

"Half a step is the end of the world."

Well, there are three steps between us. We are very close to each other.

See father's eyes muddy poor, I, cold.

Someone said philosophically:

"Don't feel sorry for others. You must be more miserable than him."

This means that there are no poor people in the world. We all have hands and feet. How can we be poor?

I was able to drink tap water for a while, but I didn't feel poor. Why did he feel poor?

Oh, sorry, I've changed to another sentence: there must be something hateful about poor people.

Well, it must be so. Let's not discuss the profound meaning of the previous philosophy; Let me say the last sentence, poor people, mostly from their own!

Diligent, honest and dutiful, this kind of person will not be pitiful, or even have no time to consider whether they are pitiful or not.

Some people say I'm poor, but I don't think so.

Most of the time, I feel very happy. When I meet such a father, I have a good grandmother; When I met my father who worked hard for others, I met a man who loved me

With a squint at Yin Yijie, I suddenly saw my father looking at Brian. They were making eye contact with each other.

Father's mouth several times, just did not call out a.

"Daughter"

"I miss you so much"

"Are you ok?"

Or something.

Oh, there is something interesting about this confrontation. It's cold and quiet. I said:

"Dad, why haven't you gone yet? What's going on this time? "

I'm really surprised. What's my father doing here? Can't he live without working for fan?

Is he pathetic?

Or bone itching?

I really wonder if I know too little about Dad?

Maybe, I've never been a filial daughter. To put it simply, I don't know when my father's birthday is or how old my father is.

You don't know which of his ID cards is true, even his name, no one knows exactly.

Grandma is speechless to such a son, so she doesn't mention it much.

As a result, I know little about my father. The most important thing is that I can recognize him even after he makes up a little. Maybe it comes from the nature of father and daughter, I presume.

My words export, my father hesitated, of course, he must not know much about me.

We are like people from two worlds. He never cares about me. Even I don't remember that he held me when I was a child.

Psychologically, people who lack fatherly love are more dependent; What else is called the lack of fatherhood syndrome? Generally speaking, children who lack fatherhood are prone to anxiety, hyperactivity and so on.

Of course, these are the results of laboratory researchers. It's not very different from street fortune telling. I don't care much.

I stood coldly, my father finally spoke and said:

"Keren, Dad... There are some things I can't leave..."

Can he have something that he can't leave?

I said:

"Let's hear it. Maybe you still have this chance to say it well, and I'll take this opportunity to hear it. If you don't want to talk about it, let's talk about today: why? "

Why did Yin Yijie make up his mind not to take revenge? Why did he suddenly find him again? I'm more concerned about the current situation. Faintly, I can feel Yan Yijie's anger, and... He always wanted to find his father before, and he was sent by me several times. Is he angry? Maybe. How can we not be angry? I thought that I could find my father by holding me in my hand, but it turned out to be contrary to my wishes... It was a terrible day. When the cold wind blew, I suddenly shivered, and a cold air came up from my back. I thought of something, something that was almost submerged by my recent busy. No, no... no matter whether it is or not, I need to know, say it, poke open this layer of window paper, it's beautiful and ugly, it's true or not, it's just that, say it, what's the matter? Dad rubbed his hands and said, "I don't know what happened today. I..." "you'd better know, and explain the cause and effect clearly; Otherwise, I don't mind teaching you how to be a father in front of Kor! " Yin Yijie's tone was cold and cold, not young people pretending to be cool, but some bloodthirsty cruelty, which made people creepy. Maybe what he said is calm, but it has this effect. I trembled for a while, opposite, Father also trembled for two times. I hastily added, "Dad, I believe you know. If you really don't know, it's a failure to be a man, which will make everyone misunderstand. Maybe it's too successful... But I don't think the truth or falsehood can get you out of this. I don't have much face. You are my father. You should know that I have nothing to rely on. " Ha, what a funny joke, I should remind my father of this, ha. I have the impulse to laugh. Is my father too talented? Or am I too, too compassionate, too pessimistic? Maybe father has his own way“ Or you can not say, believe me, I can know. " Brian stood up and spoke in a tone no better than Yin Yijie: no bloodthirsty, but absolutely heartless. Yes, Yin Yijie is cold, and Brian is indifferent and heartless; Yan Yijie is like a fierce wolf, and Brian is like a cold gun. There is no better way to accept it than any other“ Yes I'm a little surprised by Brian's attitude. Should he have a little respect for his father because of his mother? But it doesn't matter. I still nod my head. I don't have to force my father, but I hope he can understand, "Dad, you've been used to run around for so many years. I think you should know your value very well. As a daughter, I always have the responsibility and obligation of filial piety, but I have not been deceived and hurt by you, and I even have to stand in front of you as a shield to be the first to fall down... "The wind is cold, sharp, whistling, from casual to sharp as a knife, I don't know whether it's too late for the spring cold, or the spring wind has the bad root of destroying flowers, in the bone, it's cold. Flowers wither and fly all over the sky. Who can pity the broken red fragrance? Gossamer soft floating spring Pavilion, fall wadding light touch flutter embroidered curtain. My daughter cherishes the spring dusk and is full of sorrow. Hand hoe out of the embroidered boudoir, bear to step on the falling flowers to and fro?