A Tooth For a Tooth

(1)

On the way home, Yang Ren was in a very complicated mood. Thinking of the large scar on Xiao Ai's arm, his heart ached.That's a girl. When she grows up and is sensible, how can a beautiful girl who loves beauty hide this scar?

Xu Yao's eyes began to develop disease after he divorced Su Zhi. At that time, he, who had always had excellent eyesight, suddenly couldn't see clearly.And Xiao Ai has just lost her mother's care, and her father can't take care of her at this time.

The old man slept with the baby every day, and every night he got up at night to make boiled water for her to make milk powder. One time, the little love kept crying. on the arms of love.The cry that was originally due to hunger suddenly became heart-piercing.

The old man hurriedly took a towel to dry the child's arms, but Xiao Ai was still struggling in pain, and even rolled his eyes in pain.Fortunately, Xu Yao, who was sleeping in the next bedroom, couldn't hear him. He took the baby to the sink and rinsed it repeatedly, but the delicate skin was still scalded.

Later, the old man told Xu Yao about the matter. Apart from his heartache, he couldn't blame his father. He couldn't take care of his own child, and he had to trouble his father.

(2)

"Hey." Yang Ren sighed heavily, and walked home with his son, but he still couldn't calm down in his heart.Suddenly he was a little glad that Xiao Ai could not speak. If Xiao Ai could speak, would he ask Dad: "Why can't you take care of me yourself? Why do you have such a big scar on my arm? Why can't you go to the kindergarten to pick me up?" ?”

How should Xu Yao answer these questions?

Even Yang Ren felt it was cruel.

Because of being beaten before, Yang Yitong was a little silent along the way, and seeing his father sighing again, he felt even worse, but he didn't know why his father was so unhappy, so he couldn't help pointing at the big storage box in his father's hand, Asked: "Dad, why do you take other people's things home?"

Yang Ren didn't realize it at first, but later he realized that his son was referring to the model of the Yellow Crane Tower that he was holding with one hand. A little pride welled up in his heart, and he said, "What other people? Xu Yao is not someone else."

Yang Yitong didn't understand, and continued to ask: "Why not someone else? Uncle Xu and you are not alone."

Yang Ren was left speechless by his son. After thinking for a long time, he didn't know how to explain it, so he gave him a look, hugged the box in his arms tightly, and said, "Little thing, what do you know?"

(3)

Seeing his father staring, Yang Yitong froze in fear. Yang Ren knew that his son had always been afraid of him, and thought that he had beaten him in Xu's house just now without asking any questions. He felt sorry, and led him to the corner, and then squatted down. down.

"Father wronged you today and even beat you, does he not like me?" Yang Ren calmed down and talked with his son.

Yang Yitong shook his head, but his lips curled up to cry, probably because he was really wronged.

Yang Ren felt even more guilty, but he couldn't let such a young child understand his feelings. He didn't think about how to express it completely, but said slowly: "I'm wronged by my little hobby."

Yang Yitong didn't speak, but lowered his head, tears streaming down his face.

Putting the storage box on the ground, Yang Ren hugged his son distressedly, and said softly, "I'm sorry, I just saw that she looks too much like Xu Yao, so I couldn't help being unkind to her."

Yang Yitong finally reacted, wiped his eyes with his gloved hand, and asked, "Dad, do you like Uncle Xu?"

(4)

There seemed to be a big stone blocked in his heart, Yang Ren took a deep breath, and said in a trembling voice: "Isn't it strange that Dad likes boys?"

Yang Ren didn't want to lie to his son, and he didn't want to tell him the truth because of his young age. No matter whether the child could understand or not, this was his father. right to know.

Yang Ren continued to take a deep breath, as if his lungs were trembling. He presupposed that there were two possibilities. If his son's understanding was enough and he could understand, he might be scared to cry, or he might be a pervert. What about boys? Can you like boys?

Another possibility is that, given Yang Yitong's age, he is not old enough to understand his father's desperate situation at the moment, and he will stare wide-eyed, noncommittal.

These two results are actually very difficult for Yang Ren to accept, but coming out to the people closest to him is the first step.

His squatting feet were sore, looking into his son's big clear eyes, waiting for his reaction.

Maybe it was because it was too cold, Yang Yitong reacted a bit slowly, sniffed, and said, "It's not surprising, I like dad, and dad is also a boy."

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