Chapter 36 (36)

This kind of nocturnal life is pretty fast. I went home a few times to get some money and winter clothes, and my relationship with my father has gradually eased. He always asked me why I didn’t live in school recently. , I opened my mouth and started talking nonsense about being an intern in a company and preparing for my graduation project. I lied really scary. I have been like this since I was a child. When I was not as tall as a bicycle, I went out to get a bottle of soy sauce. If you met me on the road and asked me what I was doing, I would dare to tell you that I was going to a concert.

I don't think it's my fault, it may have something to do with my unlucky childhood, no child is born to tell a lie, they all learn it from adults, or in other words: they are forced by adults! When I was young, I always liked to exaggerate or fabricate some things to attract the attention of adults. For example, when my classmates played ball in the class at noon and broke the class window, I would tell my parents that when I was in class in the afternoon, a big brick suddenly flew in. My deskmate's head was bleeding... Even though I blew the bloody wind, the adults were still indifferent every time as if they didn't hear them, and continued to talk about their topics and chat about the things between their adult friends, This made me extremely disappointed every time and even became angry from embarrassment, so next time I wiped my nose and blew up the matter even more loudly, acting like a villain who has no ambitions and talks endlessly.

It is quite ironic that the situation has reversed now. Every time I go home, my parents try their best to tell me something new about them or ask me with staring eyes. They were indifferent as if they hadn't heard, or at best smiled politely, and continued to do or think about their own things. I don't want to think about why I can't communicate with my family at all, just like I don't want to think about why those girls go out to sell. There is no right or wrong in this world, thinking about this kind of thing is better left to those unlucky vegetative brothers to do it.

Life is what it should be, as it is. If you want me to tell my parents about me and my friends, you might as well kill me! I am definitely not revenge, but I never thought about changing or improving anything. When you no longer have anything, what can you get after working hard? In short, I let myself be separated from my home! "Xiaolou, call! I'm looking for you!" How my mother would know the phone number here, how strange!What happened at home?I picked up the phone with all kinds of guesses. "Hello, mom?" "Fuck you! You're still a mother! The final exam is tomorrow, so why don't you hurry back!"

"Fuck you! Who are you?" "I'm your second uncle, Big Saw!" After hanging up the phone, I couldn't help being pleasantly surprised, it's time to go back and see these old buddies.