Legend of Ravaging Dynasties: 《Sorrow》 Chapter 8

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The string of numbers starting with 138 and ending with 414 on the mobile phone can’t be recited by itself, or even familiar. But this string of numbers has a name called Yi Jiayan.

I even forgot when I changed "Dad" to "Yijiayan". The polysyllable words that used to be repeated countless times every day disappear into life out of thin air. Except for reading texts or reading books, I rarely come into contact with the word "dad".

A sudden white spot in life. Take the missing two characters as the specific shape.

It's like falling asleep accidentally in a movie theater. When I woke up, the plot was missing. People around me watched it with gusto, but I couldn't find it again. So I still chased and watched dimly, and slowly revealed the missing section, which would hardly affect the future plot.

Or, it's like an unsolvable equation on the test paper. Very real sense of hollowness. I bulged up a place in my heart, but it was not smooth.

Yi Yao opened the door of the room, and the living room was completely dark. Mother is already asleep.

Yi Yao looked at his watch, half past nine. So she put on her coat. Opened the door and went out.

Passing by Qi Ming's window, the yellow light inside shines on her face. There was a sudden burst of sadness in her heart with nowhere.

That string of addresses was also accidentally heard in my mother's mouth. Later, I stayed in a certain corner of my mind, and existed like a subconscious. I thought it would be complicated to find, but I found it easily, and it was confirmed in the mouth of the old man downstairs, "Oh Mr. Yi, yes, yes, just live."

Standing at the door, putting his hand on the doorbell, but didn't have the courage to press it down.

Yi Yao stood in the corridor, dazzled by the cold light overhead.

Yi Yao held the phone in his hand, wondering if he should call his father first. I was turning on the phone, and the elevator door opened with a "ding". Yi Yao turned around and walked out a woman who was not young but dressed very tenderly, with a little sister in her hand, behind them, walked out a man with two big bags in both hands.

The man raised his head and saw Yi Yao, his eyes suddenly agitated and panicked. He opened his mouth and made no sound. It seems that I don't know how to face the scene in front of me.

Just as Yi Yao opened her mouth, she heard the little girl yell "Dad, hurry up!"

The "Dad" in Yi Yao's mouth was swallowed abruptly. It was like swallowing a blade, scratching the entire chest.

Very simple living room. There is a simple cloth and glass coffee table. Although it is a very simple apartment, it is still much cleaner than the house in the alley.

Yi Yao is sitting on the sand now. The woman whose father later married was sitting on another corner of Sha. Pressing the remote control, impatient expression.

Yi Yao held the water his father poured him and waited for his father to coax her little daughter to sleep. The water in his hand cooled down bit by bit, until Yi Yao didn't want to hold it anymore, so he gently put it on the table.

When I bent down, my sight just leaked into the corner of the bedroom. Looking over the door from the unclosed door, it was my father who was reading a story with a colorful fairy tale book, and the little girl beside him, Has fallen asleep.

When I was a child, every night, my father read stories like this, letting myself fall asleep in fairy tales. At that time, I never had a nightmare. Thinking of this, tears suddenly poured into his eyes, and his stomach seemed to be filled with sorrow and sorrow, and his throat was blocked. The hand holding the cup slipped and almost knocked the cup over on the coffee table. The small puddle of water that was turned over accumulated on the glass surface. Yi Yao looked around and saw that there was no paper around, so he quickly wiped his sleeves clean.

Tears dripped on the back of his hand.

The woman next to her snorted contemptuously from her nose.

Yi Yao stopped tears. Indeed, in her opinion, this kind of performance is indeed contrived and sentimental. If you change to yourself, you may not only hum in your nose, maybe you will add "As for?"

Yi Yao wiped his eyes. Sit back.

Ten minutes passed. Father came out. He sat across from him, looking at Yi Yao with a bit embarrassed expression, and then at the woman.

Yi Yao looked at his father, a sadness surged in his heart.

The father in my memory, even on the day he left him, his back in the alley was still very tall.

Now, my father's head is half white. Yi Yao controlled his voice and said, Dad, how are you doing?

Father looked at his current wife, nodded awkwardly, and said, um, it's fine. The woman changed channels more frequently, pressing the remote control back and forth, with an impatient expression.

Yi Yao sniffed and said, "Dad, thank you for paying me the tuition all the time. It's hard for you, I..."

"What did you say?" The woman suddenly turned her face, "He will help you pay the tuition?"

"Yi Yao, what are you talking about," his father's face suddenly panicked, "How can I help you pay for your tuition. Children don't talk nonsense." Not so much for Yi Yao, it is better to say something When the woman listened, there was a pleasing and awkward smile on his father's face.

Yi Yao's heart suddenly sank.

"Don't come to this set," the woman's voice was a bit harsh, "I knew you were always giving money over there! You are very capable of Yi, you!"

"What can I do with me!" My father's tone was a bit angry, but he still held back his temper, "Don't you know how much I am, and you are paid every month, where am I? Here comes the money!"

The woman thought for a while, and then stopped talking. Sit down, pick up the remote control again, but still leave a sentence, "What are you screaming, what are you nervous."

Father turned his head and looked at Yi Yao, "What did your mother tell you?"

Yi Yao didn't answer. Squeeze the nails firmly into the palms.

In the room, the little girl probably woke up because of the argument and called "Dad" vigorously.

The woman rolled her eyes and said, "Don't you go in quickly and wake up your daughter."

Father took a deep breath and went back into the bedroom.

Yi Yao stood up, said nothing, turned and left. She thought, really shouldn't come.

When she came to open the door, the woman turned her head and said, "Go out and take the bag of garbage at the door by the way."

Yi Yao walked out of the building, and the cold wind hit her face hard. Tears quickly disappeared in the wind away from the temperature. It clings to the face tightly like two traces of ice.

Yi Yao bent down and took the key to unlock the bicycle. After several times, I couldn't insert the key. He stabbed hard, still unable to get in, Yi Yao stood up and kicked the bicycle to the ground. Then he squatted down and cried.

After a meeting, she stood up and helped her bike up. She thought it was time to go home.

She was about to leave, when footsteps sounded in the corridor, she turned her head and saw her father chasing after her. He looked a little depressed because he was not wearing a jacket.

"Dad, you don't need to send me off, I will go home."

"Yi Yao..."

"Dad~IndoMTL.com~I know. Don't tell me."

"I haven't asked you what's up with you when you came to see me today," his father shivered, exhaling white breath from his mouth, floating in front of him like a small cloud under the street lamp.

"...Dad, I want to ask you to borrow money..."

Father lowered his head, reached into his pocket, and took out a stack of money, large and small. He took out the four largest of them, "Yi Yao, these four hundred yuan, you take... …"

He felt like being refilled with hot water.

Little by little, it thaws the limbs that have been almost gone.

"...Dad, actually..."

"Don't tell me. I only have four hundred dollars. No more!" In an impatient tone.

It was like a street lamp tripping. In an instant, everything around was swallowed up in pitch black.