(1)
On the way home, Yang Ren was in a complicated mood. Thinking of the large scars on Xiao Ai's arms, his heart ached. That's a girl. She will grow up and be sensible in the future. How can a beautiful girl who loves beauty cover up this scar
Xu Yao's eyes started to become diseased after he divorced Su Zhi. At that time, his eyesight was always excellent, and he suddenly couldn't see clearly. And Xiao Ai just lost her mother's care, and her father can't take care of her anymore.
The old man slept with the little baby every day, made boiled water for her to make milk powder every night, once Xiao Ai cried, and when the grandfather was busy chatting, the milk bottle was not tightened, and the milk was spilled all at once, and all fell on the baby. on the arm of love. The cries that had been made because of hunger suddenly became heart-wrenching.
The old man quickly took a towel to dry the child's arm, but Xiao Ai was still struggling in pain, and even rolled his eyes in pain. Fortunately, Xu Yao, who was sleeping in the next bedroom, couldn't hear him. He carried the child to the pool to rinse repeatedly, but such delicate skin was still scalded.
Later, the old man told Xu Yao about it. Apart from his heartache, he couldn't blame his father. He couldn't take care of his own children. He had to trouble his father.
(2)
"Hey." Yang Ren sighed heavily and took his son home, but he still couldn't calm down. Suddenly he was a little fortunate that Xiao Ai could not speak. If Xiao Ai could speak, would he ask his father: "Why can't you take care of me yourself? Why did I have such a big scar on my arm? Why can't you pick me up from the kindergarten? ?"
How should Xu Yao answer these questions
Even Yang Ren felt cruel.
Because he was beaten before, Yang Yitong was a little silent along the way, and when he saw his father sigh, it felt even worse, but he didn't know why his father was so unhappy, he couldn't help pointing to the big storage box his father was holding, He asked, "Dad, why do you just take other people's things home?"
At first, Yang Ren didn't react. Later, he realized that his son was referring to the model of the Yellow Crane Tower he was holding in one hand, and a little pride came to his heart, saying, "Who else? Xu Yao is not someone else."
Yang Yitong didn't understand and continued to ask, "Why not someone else? Uncle Xu and you are not alone."
Yang Ren was left speechless by his son, and after thinking for a long time, he didn't know how to explain it, so he glared at him, hugged the box in his arms tightly, and said, "Little thing, what do you know."
(3)
Seeing his father staring at him, Yang Yitong shrank down in fear. Yang Ren knew that his son had always been afraid of him, and thought that he had just beaten him indiscriminately at the Xu family's house. He felt sorry for him, and led him to the corner, then squatted down. down.
"Dad wronged you today and beat you up, don't you like me anymore?" Yang Ren calmed down and talked to his son.
Yang Yitong shook his head, but he pouted a little and wanted to cry, probably because he was really wronged.
Yang Ren felt even more guilty, but he couldn't let such a young child understand his feelings. He didn't know how to express it completely, so he just said slowly: "I have made you feel wronged by my little hobby."
Yang Yitong did not speak, but lowered his head, tears streaming down his face.
Putting the storage box on the ground, Yang Ren hugged his son distressedly, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I just saw that she looked too much like Xu Yao, so I couldn't help being nice to her."
Yang Yitong finally reacted, wiped his eyes with his gloved hand, and asked, "Dad, do you like Uncle Xu?"
(4)
There seemed to be a big stone stuck in his heart, Yang Ren took a deep breath and said in a trembling voice, "Dad likes boys, isn't it strange?"
Yang Ren didn't want to lie to his son, let alone not tell him the truth because of his young age. No matter whether the child could understand or understand, this is his father, Yang Ren is like this, it may be like this all his life. right to know.
Yang Ren continued to take a deep breath, as if his lungs were trembling. He presupposed that there were two possibilities. If his son's comprehension was sufficient and he could understand it, he might cry in fright, or he might say that he was a pervert. Can you like boys
Another possibility is that, given Yang Yitong's age, he is not enough to understand his father's ruin at the moment. He will stare wide-eyed and be noncommittal.
Both of these results are actually difficult for Yang Ren to accept, but coming out to the people closest to him is the first step.
His squatting feet were sore, looking at his son's big clear eyes, waiting for his reaction.
Maybe it's too cold, Yang Yitong's reaction was a little slow, he took a breath, and said, "It's not surprising, I like my father, and my father is also a boy."
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