Legend of Ravaging Dynasties:

21

When Yi Yao was young, once the school teacher assigned a difficult math problem. It is difficult for students in the fourth grade of elementary school. Yi Yao answered it all by himself. Yi Yao returned home triumphantly. Originally, she wanted to show off to her father directly, but the child’s psychology caused Yi Yao to make up another set of lies. She took the question and said to her father, "Daddy is this." I don't know how to do it. You can help me explain it.

It is like proving that he is smarter than his father, or just to show his father how smart he is.

My father had been working on the question that night until Yi Yao got up in the bathroom and saw his father still sitting on the table with reading glasses. That was the first time Yi Yao saw his father wearing reading glasses. At that time, Yi Yao cried suddenly. Thinking she saw the old look of her father, she was afraid that his father would grow old like this. He cannot be old, he is his own hero.

Yi Yao was standing in the bedroom door crying in his pajamas, his father took off his glasses and walked over and hugged her. His shoulders were still very strong, and his strength was still very strong. His father said, Yaoyao, that question was done by father tomorrow Tell you, you sleep well.

With tears in his eyes, Yi Yao felt that his father was a hero who never grew old.

When I was younger. Once on Children's Day. The school organized to go to the square to watch a performance.

Densely crowded people crowded the square. After straightening his neck, only the head of the actor on the stage can be seen.

At that time, his father suddenly picked Yi Yao up and put it on his neck.

At that moment, Yi Yao saw everyone on the stage clearly.

The people around me followed his father's way and raised their children to their heads.

Yi Yao rides on his father's shoulder and touches his father's head, very hard. Father's hands clasped his ankles. Father is the tallest father among the people around.

In the sixth grade of elementary school, Yi Yao sang first in the city.

The day when I went to receive the award at the City Palace of Culture, my father was wearing a formal suit. At that time, suits were still very expensive clothes. Yi Yao thought his father was particularly handsome that day.

Standing on the podium, Yi Yao looked down at the auditorium against the lights.

She saw Dad wipe his eyes all the time, then clapped desperately.

Yi Yao cried suddenly on stage.

Also.

There is more. There is more, more, more.

But none of these have anything to do with me.

Those days that were so long as they were faint, rolled back into the sea like waves, finally revealing the beach of bones.

22

Yi Yao held the four hundred dollars in his hand and stood in the dark.

The street lamp cast a shadow on the ground, tilted to one side.

Yi Yao put her head hanging in front of her behind her ears. She raised her head and said, Dad, I'm leaving. I'll pay you back the money as soon as possible.

She turned around, pushed the car away, and tears came out as soon as she started to move.

"Yi Yao," his father stopped behind him.

Yi Yao turned around and looked at his father standing in the backlight. "Dad, something else?

"Don't come to me if you're okay in the future, your Aunt Liu is not happy...I have my own home after all. If you have anything, just call me and tell me, ah."

Be quiet around.

A sporadic snowflake or two floated above my head.

Are there more sad things? Why not come together.

This time, I couldn't even shed tears. The eye sockets are like dry holes. I want to knead a ball of snow into it, melt into water, and flow out to pretend to be sad.

Yi Yao stood in place, anger taking root under his feet. The gentle fantasies accumulated in his heart about his father are now shattered into 11 million pieces of tatters. It was as if a glass had been broken, and all the shards and residues were blocked at the sewer entrance.

It smells.

Rotten.

Those emotions inside.

It became hate. It became pain. It became a grievance. It turned into dense thorny vines, piercing every cell of the heart, swallowing the body clean like a cordyceps.

I used to be the baby in your hand, and I used to be the jewel in your palm that you praised everyone, you also told me those stories before going to bed, why now I become redundant, Just like a virus, avoid me, will you die if you don't hide? Am I the plague?

Yi Yao squeezed the money in his hand, wishing to fall to his face.

"Yi Jiayan, listen, I was born by you, so you don’t want to get rid of me. Just like my mother, she is also like you. I wish I could get rid of me or even die, but , I tell you, since you gave birth to me with her, you two don't even think about asking me." Yi Yao kicked the bicycle foot, "Don't think about it for the rest of your life!"

Father's face flushed rapidly in these words, and he trembled slightly, "Yi Yao! How did you become like this!"

Yi Yao sneered. She said, "I have a better look. You haven't seen it. Someday you come to see me and my mother, you will know what I am like."

After saying that Yi Yao rode on the bike and went away. After riding for a few meters, she braked suddenly and there was a long brake mark on the ground. She turned her head and said, "How did I become like this... You are not Should be the clearest? Shouldn't you ask yourself?"

23

In the first year of the junior high school, there was a stall selling roast lamb at the entrance of the school, and men with Xinjiang hats were there every day.

At that time, almost all the girls in the school ate. But Yi Yao didn't.

Because Yi Yao has no pocket money.

But she refused to ask her mother.

Later, one day, she picked up five yuan on the roadside, and when she waited for all the schoolmates to go home, she quietly ran to buy five skewers by herself~IndoMTL.com~ She took the first bite After that, he covered his mouth and squatted down to cry.

This is a very distant thing that has disappeared in memory. But on the way home, I was remembered again. The kind of heartache at the time, on this night, returned to the heart like a mountain.

The snow in the sky is falling and getting bigger and bigger. In a short while, it became white.

Yi Yao couldn't help speeding up his feet. The car skidded on the snow and slanted back home.

I can't tell whether it's snow water or tears, but it must be dirty. Yi Yao stretched out his hand and wiped it again, feeling greasy.

Leave the car at the entrance of the lane. Run towards the door of the house.

The trembling hand took out the key, inserted it into the hole, and opened the door. The room was completely dark.

Yi Yao heaved a sigh of relief, turned the door shut, turned around, a sudden slap in the darkness, and threw it loudly on his face.

"Do you still know to come back? Why don't you die and go outside!"