I have never seen my father so angry.
Song Qiaoxi's father, although he likes to tease her, has always had a good temper, never blushes with others, and is even more soft to his mother and himself.
He was always joked by other uncles, saying that he was "afraid of his wife" and "a slave to his daughter".
Is the child the father said is Chu Jin
The first person that comes to mind is him.
The other uncle's voice sounded like Uncle Wang, he was a little impatient, but he was obviously more rational than his father: "The child is pitiful, Lao Chu and Xiao Sun are both our old neighbors and colleagues, we must not just watch the child. No one cares, let's find a way together."
The bicycle stopped in front of the simple shed in front of the reception room, and she and her mother were very close to the crowd.
Song Qiaoxi could see clearly that the five or six people in a circle under the shed were all uncles who had just come home from get off work in the compound, including his own father, Uncle Wang, and Uncle Ding of course.
"Brother Song, don't be too impulsive. Have you discussed this with your younger siblings... Hey! Daughter-in-law, younger siblings, you're back from school, why are you so late..."
Uncle Ding's smile was a little unnatural. As he spoke, he clapped his hand on Dad Song's shoulder.
Song Qiaoxi raised her face, her mother's face was obviously displeased, and her usually gentle and beautiful eyebrows suddenly became serious.
Several uncles scratched their heads, smirked and lit cigarettes, which quickly dispersed.
Uncle Ding also seemed to draw a clear line, quickly moved to Mother Ding's side, and made a "retreat" gesture to Uncle Wang.
The focus of the audience all at once focused on Dad.
Seeing that Dad's face was flushed, he also glanced at the delivery room with extreme embarrassment, with a look of hesitating to speak.
Song Qiaoxi's eyes moved intuitively to the reception room where the door was open and the lights were not turned on.
With just one glance, her already nervous little heart almost jumped out.
In the corner of the reception room, there was a large black schoolbag. Upon closer inspection, the strap of the schoolbag was tightly held by a slender, pale hand.
There is only one thought in my mind, I can't let myself regret like the last time.
She reached out and tugged at the corner of her mother's skirt, and whispered, "Mom, hold me down."
Mom hurriedly pulled her out of the car seat.
Song Qiaoxi looked up and saw her father come over with a smile on her face, took the handlebars from her mother's hand, and began to bite her ears in a low voice.
Mother's expression softened a little, which made her dangling heart drop a little, and she rushed into the reception room with two short legs without looking back.
In the dimly lit reception room, a set of simple wooden tables and chairs came into view. On the table was an old enamel teapot that only "serves the people". Uncle Li, the gatekeeper, usually took it to drink tea.
The corner of the wall was darkened by the coal stove in winter, and the boy who was thin to the bone was curled up in the dirty and dark corner, hugging his knee in one hand and huddled into a ball, while the other hand tightly grasped the strap, his fingertips clenched tightly. White.
As if hearing heavy footsteps, Chu Jin slowly raised his head.
Without the forehead and hair to cover, a small scary white face, only those big peach eyes remain.
It's just that these eyes are now red, and the dark pupils are like a dark and cold abyss, staring at her with resentment and chill.
Song Qiaoxi looked directly at those eyes and did not avoid them.
He opened his mouth to call his name, but for some reason, looking at him like this, his throat seemed to be blocked.
The hatred in Chu Jin's eyes did not make her feel the slightest fear.
Because she knew that these hatreds were not for herself.
She had seen the most vulnerable side of the boy who had closed himself up, the painful tears in his sleep, and the way he maintained his remaining self-esteem like walking on thin ice.
From the moment she accidentally saw Chu Jin at school, she was worried all afternoon.
Song Qiaoxi didn't dare to say that she understood him completely, but in another memory, she also grew up savagely without father and mother.
She can say that she understands Chu Jin's pain, and even if she doesn't understand Chu Jin's hatred, she will understand him better than others anyway.
Under the gaze of Chu Jinyinji, Song Qiaoxi walked to his side step by step.
Trying to control the balance, let this clumsy little body squat down at a distance of two fists from Chu Jin, leaning on the dirty corner of the wall with its fleshy back.
She stayed by his side so silently, and squatted for a while.
The tension and hostility dissipated until the boy slowly lowered his eyes, his pointed chin resting silently on his knees.
Now Chu Jin looks like a soulless, pale puppet.
Song Qiaoxi remembered something, and she decided to do something boldly.
The last time she did this, although the person was asleep, it seemed to work
Turning his head to the side, he tilted his head and looked at Chu Jin who was sitting on the ground.
Hesitantly stretched out her little fat hand, her palms were so nervous that she was sweating slightly, she patted his forearm with the lightest force, and softly coaxed: "I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid..."
Chu Jin's whole body was surrounded by the sweetness of his grandmother's body on the glutinous dumplings, and his bare arms, like a fluffy little white rabbit, used his three-petaled mouth to spray hot and humid breath for him, soft and itchy.
This feels so familiar...
This year of life in turmoil has made his memory extraordinarily clear.
That night, in his sleep, it was the familiar scent of milk and soft little hands that gently patted him.
Chu Jin glanced slightly to the left, the little girl's big eyes like black grapes were shining, and she looked at him without the slightest fear, and the child's voice was soft: "Chu Jin, don't be afraid..."
afraid
Shit, he's not afraid.
He is hate.
He hated the drunk driving perpetrator who took away his parents' lives, and his uncle who lied to his dying father that he would take good care of himself, and then sold all of his family's property and disappeared without a trace.
I hate my uncle's family. When my parents were alive, they took good care of them and contributed money to them, but they abused my uncle in every possible way because they didn't get the money for selling the property.
I hate my uncle who pretended to raise him and allow him to go to school, but actually wanted to use his identity as a child to transport drugs. His father was an anti-drug policeman, of course he knew those powders, and his uncle looked terrifying when he was addicted to drugs.
But I hate myself the most.
He hates himself for not being strong enough to avenge his parents, hates himself for being weak and incompetent and not even able to live independently. When he hates himself to the limit, he hopes that the world will be destroyed together.
Listening to Nuo Tuan's coaxing softly, looking at her clear eyes, and patted his flesh hand with a little trembling, Chu Jin felt an inexplicable fire in his heart.
He loosened the strap with his right hand, raised his hand irritably and knocked off the small hand on his left arm.
"Crack", the sound was very loud.
Chu thought to himself, go away, he doesn't need anyone to be pitiful, and he doesn't want to be a burden to anyone.
She has a happy family, how can she understand her hatred and pain...
Chu Jin saw Nuo Tuanzi's shocked expression from the corner of his eye, and subconsciously pulled back his little meat hand.
Looking at the little hand blankly, Song Qiaoxi's first reaction was that she patted someone in pain.
Emma, Chu Jin didn't have any flesh on his arm, so he wanted to pat it gently, but it seemed that he was using too much force.
Sighing lightly, alas, I really didn't eat so much meat for nothing, the little fat hands are really powerful...
Immediately, he put his hands behind his back, put his whole face in front of him and whispered, "I'm sorry, did I hurt you? I'll be gentler next time."
"..."
Chu Jin turned his face silently, what next time
Holding his breath, he deliberately avoided the unbearably sweet milky smell on the dumplings, which made him unable to think normally.
"Clap", the light in the reception room turned on.
Song Qiaoxi narrowed her eyes, just getting used to the darkness, everything would be blurry.
A hoarse voice with a strong accent came from the condescending heights: "comrades, don't mess around every day, you have to rely on leaders to solve problems, and the director of the neighborhood committee has to inform you, but this boy can't stay tonight. I'm here."
"Uncle Li, the child is going back to my house today." It was the mother's voice. After a few hurried footsteps, Song Qiaoxi was picked up from her armpit by a pair of big hands, her legs were numb, and she could only wrap her hands tightly around her mother's neck. "Old Song, put the schoolbag on Chu Jin's back."
"As ordered, daughter-in-law." Dad winked at his daughter, made a face, walked into the reception room in three steps, rubbed Chu Jin's head affectionately, and picked up the schoolbag on the ground to tease him, "Chu Jin, What kind of baby do you have in it? It's quite heavy."
Dad reached out to Chu Jin and pulled him off the ground.
I don't know if it was too hard or deliberately funny, Dad Song leaned back exaggeratedly, and then burst out with hearty laughter.
Song Qiaoxi looked at them not far or near in her mother's arms, and was amused by her father and laughed twice.
Suddenly, she was surprised to find that Chu Jin's pale face, as if for a moment, a slight arc flashed at the corner of his mouth.
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After arriving home that night, Song Qiaoxi has been carefully observing the expressions of her parents since dinner.
At the door of the delivery room, she clearly remembered that her mother's face was very ugly when she heard her father say "to raise Chu Chu".
I am afraid that because of this incident, my parents will quarrel and have conflicts.
In my impression, my parents would occasionally bicker and never seriously quarrel, but it was the first time my mother looked so ugly in front of her.
Although her parents treated her and Chu Jin all night, Song Qiaoxi was still worried until she brushed her teeth from the bathroom and went back to the bedroom to climb on the big bed.
Chu Jin went into the bathroom after her to wash up, her father and mother whispered in the kitchen, and she couldn't hear anything in the bedroom with the door closed.
Just after being washed by her mother and sprinkled with Liushen flower dew water, Song Qiaoxi, with wet hair on her shoulders, lay on the mat and absently flipped through "Mickey Mouse" magazine.
The information about Chu Jin's childhood in the original book was replayed in his mind. He was abandoned by relatives and lived on the streets. Finally, he was sent to a reformatory where "problem children" concentrated because of his anti-social behavior.
But the book said nothing about the fact that the Song family had taken him in twice, and Chu Jin's uncle was indeed the last relative who abandoned him.
In any case, she believed that her parents and the uncles and aunts in the compound would not let Chu Jin live on the streets.
Could it be that things have started to change
If we go in this direction, it will be a good change no matter what.
"Bang", there was a loud noise from the bathroom, as if something had fallen.
Song Qiaoxi was startled, "Hu Chi" sat up from the bed, and crawled to the side of the bed to find slippers.
Only the bead curtains in the kitchen were "crackling", followed by the messy footsteps of parents wearing slippers.
"Chu Jin, what's wrong?"
Mom knocked on the door anxiously, turned the handle, the door was locked, and no one responded.
Dad was so anxious that his forehead was dripping with sweat, and he pulled his mother aside: "Child, are you alright, Uncle Song hit the door after counting three!"