Chapter 61 Fifty-five

In this world, there are two men. Makes me feel bad. But can't forgive. One is in the distance. One is Ji Rongge. On the top of the building, grandma grew old overnight, and sat on the bed foolishly holding the calendar all day long, her eyes dimmed, pointing to those dates, and muttering, Mo Fan will come back on this day.This, this day, your dad will be back. At that moment, the word "Dad" ignited all the fires in my heart! I knocked the calendar out of her hand, and I said, Mo Fan will never come back!He is not my father!I hate him!He ruined our family! Grandma didn't talk to me, staggered, trying to jump off the bed, continued to pick up the calendar, and held it to count.

But. Because of her old age, her hands and feet were no longer agile enough, so she fell heavily to the ground.The heart-piercing pain and the injuries a few days ago finally made her cry like a child.Years of forbearance and bitterness finally broke out. She said, Mo Chun, everyone can hate your father, but you are not qualified! She said, Mo Chun, do you still remember?Back then, when you were eight years old, you had a serious illness. Our family was poor, and even your father sold blood and couldn’t save your life!In this situation where the family is completely destitute, he went to take the blame for others!Just to exchange money, in exchange for your life!Mo Chun, your father traded his whole life for yours.You can't scold him like that anymore!After finishing speaking, grandma hugged the calendar and cried, just like a child who has been greatly wronged.

The moment grandma finished speaking, I was completely dumbfounded! I suddenly remembered that on that rainy night, my fist fell on my father's face, and the painful eyes he looked at me. Yes, a father with no money, no status, no power can only risk his life to win the happiness of his children, but his children have misunderstood him for eleven years! These eleven years! The little girl abused him blatantly, thinking that he had brought all the misfortunes to her family!To think that he brought all the misery to his fate! And the eleven years that her life was preserved!Which year was not his pain, his torment, his heartache!

I suddenly remembered that that day, that short-lived side, I beat him, scolded him, told him to die, but I never called him: Dad. dad. my dad. On that rainy day, my father faced the sudden death of his young son, the fainting of his elderly mother, and the insult of being punched and kicked by his daughter who was always misunderstood!He could only howl, cry, and despair, but he could not defend himself! How big a bloody hole had the world left in his heart that day? When he was dragged away like an animal, I still hated him so much, but I never thought that at that time, under this short-term grief, he would face eternal life imprisonment!

But I, who was stubborn, overbearing, self-righteous, never called him: Dad.