I really don't want to be a teacher

"……What's wrong……"

Be quiet again, in the kitchen,

The middle-aged man opened the kitchen door again and walked out of the kitchen.

Walking to the living room, looking at the crying boy, the middle-aged man stomped his feet again,

Then he walked towards the boy again,

"...It's okay, Dad is here."

Stretching out his hand, the middle-aged man hugged his child and patted his child's back lightly.

"Dad...Dad...Mom..."

The boy threw his head back, crying and shouting, looking at his father.

The middle-aged man paused again, looked at the boy, stretched out his hand, and wiped away the tears rolling down from the boy's eyes,

"...The water is all over. Dad, go get you another glass of water."

After another pause, the middle-aged man took the paper cup from the boy,

Then he was in a hurry, turned his back to the living room, and walked towards the kitchen,

"dad……"

The boy yelled at the middle-aged man again.

"...It's okay, Dad will pour you a glass of water first..."

The middle-aged man paused, did not turn around, responded, and then walked towards the kitchen.

"Brother,"

After glancing at the scene in the living room, Lian Ge turned his gaze a little further,

Looking at the middle-aged man, he said aloud,

"Brother, why don't you ask why your child ran away from home?"

hear the sound,

The middle-aged man who had already reached the kitchen door stopped.

He didn't go any further into the kitchen.

With his back to the living room, he stood where he was,

"... Xiaomu, go back to the bedroom and rest for a while."

The middle-aged man said something to the boy again.

Chapter 1019 Why

"Xiao Mu, go back to the bedroom and rest for a while, I will talk to your mother for a while..."

"...No, I don't want to."

The middle-aged man spoke again.

The boy's eyes were red, and he responded with a crying tone, then raised his head and looked at the woman sitting in the wheelchair in front of him,

The woman was sitting in a wheelchair with no expression on her face, looking at the boy and the middle-aged man standing by the kitchen with his back to this side.

Listening to the boy's words, the middle-aged man raised his hand and put the paper cup in his hand on the table next to him.

He raised his hand again, rubbed his face vigorously with his hand, let out a long breath, trembling slightly all over,

Turn around a little more,

Looking at the woman sitting in the wheelchair in the living room, looking at the red-eyed, trembling boy,

The middle-aged man moved his feet away again and walked to the coffee table in the living room.

"...Excuse me, young man. I wanted to invite you to dinner."

Standing, the middle-aged man first apologized to Lian Ge,

Looking at the middle-aged man standing with trembling hands, Lian Ge just shook his head without saying anything.

The middle-aged man turned around again, looked at the woman sitting in the wheelchair, and turned his head again, looking at the trembling boy,

"...It's okay, Dad is here."

Facing the boy, the middle-aged man put his arms around the boy and said aloud,

"...You son of a bitch, dad is still here, what are you afraid of?"

With some red eyes, the middle-aged man spoke to the boy again.

The boy raised his head, looked at his father, and leaned against his father, the trembling all over his body gradually subsided,

It's just that the eye sockets became more red, and the tears accumulated in the bottom of the eyes rolled down again,

"...Daddy, Mommy... I'm scared of Mommy... I'm scared of Mommy..."

Tears couldn't stop falling to the ground, splashing on the puddle of water on the ground, the boy almost cried and said to his father.

"...it's okay...it's okay..."

The middle-aged man comforted his child, but his whole body trembled slightly.

Turning his head a little further, the middle-aged man looked at the woman in the wheelchair with red eyes and some bloodshot eyes.

"what happened?"

The woman in the wheelchair looked at the middle-aged man with a smile on her face, and asked aloud with a smile.

The middle-aged man looked at the woman, the expression in his eyes gradually became a little painful, his eyes slowly drooped, and he looked at the woman's feet hanging on the wheelchair's footrest,

He raised his head again and looked at the woman,

It seems that because of the gaze of the middle-aged man, the smile on the face of the woman in the wheelchair gradually faded, as before, expressionless,

"what happened?"

There was no ups and downs in the tone, the woman's face was calm, and she asked the middle-aged man again.

"Is your leg healed?"

With red eyes and trembling all over, the middle-aged man asked the woman.

The woman was sitting in a wheelchair, she didn't speak aloud, but her face was expressionless, she looked at the middle-aged man, and cast her gaze at the middle-aged man.

"...Your hand hasn't been entangled with thread for a long time, and there are marks from it..."

The middle-aged man didn't wait for the woman to answer, but just said out loud to himself,

"...The sponge wrapped on the handrail by the wall was just wrapped with adhesive tape. It used to be rewrapped after a while... I haven't rewrapped it for a long time..."

"...the things dropped on the ground at home are much less than before..."

The middle-aged man said loudly, his eyes became more painful, his whole body trembled more violently, and he looked at the woman.

The woman in the wheelchair listened to the middle-aged man's words, but didn't speak. She just looked straight at the middle-aged man without much change in her expression.

"...Xiao Mu, tell Dad why you ran away from home."

The middle-aged man's face became more and more painful, he paused again, and said to his child,

"...I saw my mom.... Mom was chopping vegetables in the kitchen late on a Saturday night... standing and chopping vegetables..."

The boy's eyes were red, and there were still some tears in his eyes. The hand holding the cartoon schoolbag was hanging down. He raised his head and looked at his mother in the wheelchair.

With a trembling voice, he spoke aloud,

The middle-aged man put his arms around his child, listened, but looked at the woman in the wheelchair with more and more pain on his face,

The woman sat in a wheelchair and looked at the middle-aged man and the boy with no expression on her face.

……

"... That night, I saw her walk out of the bedroom standing up. Guocheng seemed to be sleeping very hard."

Lian Ge sat aside, looking at the family in the living room.

Beside her, the old lady with a slightly hunched figure looked at the woman in the wheelchair and listened to what the boy said.

The pain in his eyes became more and more painful, he paused again, and then said aloud, as if he was speaking to Lian Ge,

"...I watched her walk into the kitchen, picked up the kitchen knife, and kept chanting those words, saying that Guocheng must hate her, must blame her...I was afraid that she would harm Guocheng and Xiaomu... …I exhausted all my energy and tried my best to make some noise, to wake Guocheng up...but Guocheng seemed to have fallen asleep, nothing woke him up, but Xiao Mu was the one who was disturbed Woke up. When he walked out of the house, he saw his mother in the kitchen, standing by the counter, cutting vegetables with a kitchen knife."

The old lady said aloud, her eyes hurt, she looked at the woman in the wheelchair.

Listening to the old lady's narration, Lian Ge looked at these people in the living room, but didn't say anything.

……

"...But Mommy's leg is broken...Mommy needs a wheelchair all the time..."

The boy was trembling all over, and his voice had already taken on a crying tone. Standing beside his father,

Looking at the woman in the wheelchair, he said loudly,

"...Then Mom turned her head and stood by the edge of the kitchen, looking at me with a kitchen knife...I was scared...I wanted to wake you up, Dad, but I couldn't wake you up..."

"...Mom chased me, so I hid in my bedroom...hid in the quilt."

The middle-aged man listened to his child's words, but only a little harder, hugged his child tightly, his eyes were red, and his eyes were more and more painful, looking at the woman in the wheelchair,

"...Yesterday afternoon... when I walked to the door of the house, I heard the sound of chopping vegetables in the house... I was very scared... I was so scared..."

"...then the sound in the room stopped... I opened the door and saw my mother standing by the kitchen, holding a kitchen knife, looking at me..."

"...I ran away...Dad, I didn't run away...I didn't run away...I was afraid...Dad, I was afraid..."

Almost crying, the boy said aloud, then looked at the woman in the wheelchair, tears could not stop pattering down in his red eyes.

"...It's okay, it's okay, Dad knows, Dad knows..."

The middle-aged man comforted the boy, then turned his head and looked at the woman,

The woman was sitting in a wheelchair, still without much expression on her face, just looking straight at the middle-aged man and the boy.

"...Why, why do you want to do this?"

The middle-aged man couldn't help trembling all over, looking at the woman in the wheelchair, his eyes became more red,

Tears had gradually accumulated in the fundus of eyes, and in pain, she asked aloud,

"...Why, why, why, why?"

The middle-aged man suffered more and more, and said loudly,

I don't know if I'm asking a woman.

And at this moment, the woman in the wheelchair,

There has been some changes on the expressionless face,

"...Why, why do you look at me with such eyes..."

Chapter 1020 Don't You Want Me To Die?

"...Why, why are you looking at me like that?"

"...Why are you looking at me like that!"

It seems to be stimulated by the eyes or words of the middle-aged man,

The woman in the wheelchair lowered her voice at first, then gradually raised her voice,

Staring at the middle-aged man, with a look of madness on his face, he roared,

"...Why are you looking at me like that!"

The middle-aged man listened to the woman's words and looked at the woman, his face and eyes became more and more painful.

The boy stood beside his father, holding the cartoon schoolbag in his hanging hand,