Chapter 11: Season of loneliness

(No.61—No.64)
No.61
At dinner in the evening, my dad did not turn on the TV to watch "News Network" for an unprecedented time.
So the dinner table was very quiet, we were silent face to face, busy pulling rice grains into our mouths.
My dad’s oiled lettuce is a must. I was chewing vigorously. He suddenly put down the bowl and said, "Geng Geng, your Aunt Qi and I will get the certificate when we decide on the National Day."
I chewed the food very finely and swallowed it slowly.
"Oh."
The white lamp was dazzling, and the face of my dad opposite was a bit unreal.
"We thought to ourselves that dragging is not a problem, and there is no need to deal with it, so there is no need to prepare. Just as your two children are on holiday on National Day, we invite the elderly from both sides to have a meal with some relatives and friends. , That's it."
I nodded and continued to pick up dishes.
My dad seemed to have nothing to say, and asked superfluously, "You...are you okay?" I shook my head.
The man opposite was very embarrassed, as if these words did not remove the big rock in his heart at all. I suddenly asked nonchalantly: "Do you do notarization of pre-marital property?"
I was stunned, let alone my dad. He slowly got up and went to the rice cooker in the corner to serve the rice, turned his back to me, and slowly said: "It's not necessary. The house and the passbook are all separate. People get together to be a company."
I am just like the geography teacher who was stepped on.
"It's better to be one, it won't hurt feelings."
He did not speak. I realized what I was doing and was about to say something to remedy. He handed the rice to me and said, "Okay."
No.62
I didn't have insomnia that night. On the contrary, I slept very early and didn't call my mother.
When staring at the math papers, all family disturbances turned into Zhou Gong's rants. I took a shower early, dried my hair, and went to bed to sleep.
I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night without having a nightmare. I just woke up, feeling very uneasy.
I got up and found that the water glass on the desk was empty, and I wanted to go to the living room to pour a glass of water. I glanced at my watch, half past two.
The lamp in my dad's room was still on, and the door was open, and an orange light came out through the crack of the door, projecting a path on the floor.
I walked over lightly and found my dad sitting on the small sofa smoking a cigarette with his back to me.
My dad never smokes or drinks. 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 heard that my dad didn't drink or smoke. They were very envious and said that my dad was decent.
How proud I was then. I don't know when to start evaluating parents, the standard has changed from being decent to being able. Those big-bellied dads who go home in the middle of the night for dinners are highly regarded, and my dad withdrew from the historical stage of excellent parents.
I silently watched the smoke curling up under the light, while my dad looked up at a sudden blank space on the wall.
The square blanks are very eye-catching.
This is the house my grandparents gave to my dad. For some years, I haven't repainted the walls for a long time. As the years settled, the walls are no longer white. And the blank is because the original photo hanging there has just been taken off, so it is not contaminated and still clean.
Wedding photos of my parents.
When the two of them divorced, neither of them took the photos down, I wonder if they forgot. I was the only one who noticed and didn't remind them.
As a result, on the eve of my high school entrance examination, the two of them did not speculate on a series of issues, such as applying for volunteers and reviewing. My mother suddenly saw the dazzling wedding photos on the wall. She was so angry that she pointed and said, this thing is still Why are you hanging up?
My dad also got angry suddenly, and he took it off without saying a word on the table and threw it into the pile of debris on the balcony.
Then there was nothing left.
I don't know how long I stood at the door until my dad turned his head and looked at me in surprise. In the light, his face was very tired. "
Dad, go to sleep. "I say.
Pretend not to see him cry.
No.63
Suddenly I didn't want to talk.
At the end of September, we ushered in the Autumn Games, in the stadium that Zhang Ping is proud of. I looked at the corner of the stand from a distance, and the seniors who bowed their heads in the third year of high school, who were fighting every second, might be what I will look like in the future.
Only our first-year high school students rehearsed and walked the phalanx, shouting slogans and wearing neat review team uniforms. Those reviewing teams in the second and third grades of high school didn't have any prescribed clothes at all, and everyone walked around like completing a task.
I looked at Yu Huai and the other boys participating in various events, pinning the athlete numbers with paper clips on the back of their chests, and looking like "lively dragons and tigers", my eyelids were about to stick together.
Han Xu actually participated in the 800-meter and 4×100-meter relays. I doubt that his thin body will be killed by this, of course, this kind of thing cannot be said in front of simplicity.
Zhang Ping was very happy. The female students such as Jian and β showed great enthusiasm for the Games. They wrote publicity drafts and recitations of disgusting and reckless poems and sent them to the rostrum. After being selected and broadcasted, they would give the class extra points-only me from Jian In the song "Like the 800m Athlete", I heard a deep admiration that is sweeter than Oreo.
"You just like him so much, isn't it just a boy with good grades?!"
She finally paused in her seat for a while, and I took the opportunity to speak slowly.
Simplicity and β are the minorities in Zhenhua that make me feel relaxed. When you see their faces, you don't think of the report card nervously.
It may be because their grades are as bad as mine.
She was a little unhappy, but her tone was kind, like a missionary brainwashing me.
"What a little white face, it’s not wrong to be white. You don’t know him. I know many people think he is proud. In fact, he is not like that. He is not a lively character, nor selfish. You see that he is not very active in participating. Is the sports meeting? Unlike a few classmates in our class, who kept burying their heads in questions, Yu Huai called for registration from the podium and ignored him. Besides, I knew him a long time ago, really, but he didn’t know. He grew up They are very good. I think it’s normal for such a person to be a little arrogant..."
I have to remind her: "Simple, you are inconsistent."
She ignored me at all and was completely immersed in Han Xu's history: "And he is actually very kind, and often gives me topics. Oh, he is good in science, and his Chinese score is also very good, and his composition is very good. Quoting from the classics. Han Xu is not a nerd. He likes to play games. He often plays NDS underneath in class. Do you know what NDS is..."
I think I accidentally stepped on her switch.
No.64
However, I envy her very much.
I found that I also kind of like someone. But I'm not sure, let alone daring to say it out loud like this.
September is coming to an end.
My grades are in a mess. My dad is getting married, and I was sitting next to a shining silly boy, suddenly very unhappy.
You know, the most sad weather is actually a clear sky.