Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven Season of Lonely (No.61 - No.64)

When eating in the evening, my dad did not turn on the TV to watch "News Network" for the first time. So the dinner table was very quiet, we faced each other in silence, busy picking rice grains into our mouths. The lettuce made by my dad is a must. I was chewing vigorously when he suddenly put down the bowl and said, "Geng Geng, you and Aunt Qi, we decided to get the certificate during the National Day." I chewed the food in my mouth very finely and swallowed it slowly. "Oh." The white light tube was dazzlingly bright, and my dad's face on the opposite side was a bit unreal.

"We thought to ourselves, it's not a problem to procrastinate, and we don't need to do anything, so we don't need to prepare anything. It happens that both of your children are on holiday on National Day, so we will invite the elderly of both parties and a few relatives and friends to have a meal together. , that’s enough.” I nodded and continued serving food. My dad didn't seem to have anything to say, and asked superfluously, "You...do you have any objections?" I shake my head. The man opposite was very embarrassed, as if these words did not remove the big stone in his heart at all.

I suddenly asked without thinking: "Do you do notarization of pre-marital property?" I was taken aback, let alone my dad.He slowly got up and went to the rice cooker in the corner to fill up the rice. With his back to me, he said slowly, "It's not necessary. The house, bankbook, etc. are all separated. It's just that people get together to be companions." I'm just like the geography teacher who was stepped on the switch. "Let's do one, it won't hurt feelings." He didn't speak.Only then did I realize what I was doing, and just as I was about to say something to remedy it, he handed the rice into my hand and said, "Okay."

I didn't suffer from insomnia that night. On the contrary, I went to bed very early and didn't call my mother. While staring at the math paper, all family disturbances turned into Zhou Gong's chatter.I took a shower early in the morning, dried my hair and climbed into bed to sleep. I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night, and I didn't have a nightmare. I just woke up and felt very uneasy. I got up and found that the water glass on the desk was empty, and wanted to go to the living room to pour a glass of water.I glanced at my watch, it was half past two. The desk lamp in my dad's room was still on, and the door was also open. Orange light came through the crack of the door, casting a path on the floor.

I walked over lightly and found that my dad was sitting on the small sofa smoking a cigarette with his back to me. My dad never smoked or drank.Although he is in a government agency, his department has nothing to do with the world and rarely entertains.I remember when I was in elementary school, my classmates were very envious when they heard that my father did not smoke or drink, and they all said that my father was decent. How proud I was then.I don't know when it started, the standard of evaluating parents changed from being decent to being capable.Those paunchy dads who go to dinner parties every day and come home in the middle of the night are highly respected, and my dad has withdrawn from the stage of history as an excellent parent.

I silently watched the smoke curling up from the light, while my dad stared up at a sudden blankness on the wall. The boxy blank space is very eye-catching. This is the house my grandparents gave to my dad. It has been a long time, and the walls have not been repainted for a long time. With the precipitation of the years, the walls are no longer white.And that blank space is because the photo that was originally hung there has just been taken down, so it is not polluted and is still clean. My parents' wedding photos. When the two of them divorced, no one took down the photos, maybe they forgot.I was the only one who noticed and didn't alert them.

As a result, on the eve of my senior high school entrance examination, the two of them disagreed over a series of issues such as my application for volunteering and reviewing. My mother suddenly saw the eye-catching wedding photo on the wall. What are you hanging on for? My dad also suddenly lost his temper. Without saying a word, he stepped on the table and took it off, throwing it into the sundry pile on the balcony. Then there was a white one. I don't know how long I stood at the door until my dad turned around and looked at me in surprise. Under the light, his face was tired. "Dad, go to sleep." I said.

Pretending not to see him cry. Suddenly I don't want to talk. At the end of September, we ushered in the autumn sports meeting, in the stadium that Zhang Ping is proud of.I looked at the corner of the stand from a distance, and the group of seniors who kept their heads down and raced against the clock in the third year of high school might be what I will look like in the future. Only our group of first-year high school students rehearsed to walk in the phalanx, shouted slogans, and wore neat parade uniforms.The parade teams for the second and third year of high school didn't have uniforms at all, and everyone walked around as if they had completed a task.

I rested my chin and watched Yu Huai and the others participate in various events, with their athlete numbers pinned to the back of their chests with paper clips. Han Xu even participated in the 800 meters and 4 × 100 meters relay.I doubt whether his thin and small body will be killed because of this. Of course, such words cannot be said in front of Jian Jian. Zhang Ping was very happy. Female students like Jian Jian and β devoted a lot of enthusiasm to the sports meeting. They wrote promotional drafts and recited disgusting poems and sent them to the rostrum. In the song "Praise the 800-meter Athlete", I heard a strong admiration sweeter than Oreo sandwich.

"You like him that much, aren't you just a boy with good grades?!" She finally stopped in her seat for a while, and I took the opportunity to speak slowly. Simplicity and β are the minority in Zhenhua that make me feel relaxed.When you see their faces, you don't neurotically associate them with the report card. Probably because their grades were as bad as mine. She was a little upset, but her tone was very kind, almost like a missionary brainwashing me. "What a bad face, it's not wrong to be white. You don't know him well. I know that many people think he is arrogant, but he is not like that. He is not lively and selfish. You can see that he is not very active in participating in the competition." Is it a sports meeting? It’s not like there are a few students in our class who have been working hard on the problems. Yu Huai called on the podium to sign up, but he ignored him. Besides, I have known him for a long time, really, but he didn’t know. He was a child He is very outstanding, I think it is normal for such a person to be a little arrogant..."

I had to remind her: "Simple, you're inconsistent." She ignored me at all, and was completely immersed in Han Xu's long history: "And he is actually kind, and often gives me lectures. Oh, he is good in science, and his Chinese scores are also very good, and his composition is very good. Quoting classics. Han Xu is not a nerd, he likes to play games, and often plays NDS in class, do you know what NDS is..." I think I accidentally stepped on her switch too. However, I envy her. I found that I seem to like a person a little bit.But I'm not sure, and I dare not say it out loud like simple. September is coming to an end. My grades were a mess, my dad was getting married, and I was sitting next to a radiant goofy kid, suddenly very unhappy. You know, the saddest weather is actually a clear sky.