A Tooth For a Tooth

(1)

For a person who has no experience in rock climbing, every time he climbs, he will consume more energy than an experienced person. But seeing his son like this, Yang Ren gritted his teeth and insisted on climbing again.He forgot everything about being afraid of heights, and all he could see was Xiao Ai's action of pushing Xu Yao just now. The child was young and ignorant, but in his eyes, it was still so uncomfortable.

Yang Ren finally won another small gold medal. He hung a piece around the neck of each of the two children, and they both became happy again. Children's emotions come and go quickly, but adults don't necessarily .

He asked other parents to help and took a group photo for them. At that time, the two children were bouncing and calling eggplant, but Yang Ren didn't pay attention. When he saw the photo in his mobile phone, he realized that Xu Yao was in a very bad mood .

"What other people's fathers can do, why can't you do anything?"

Although Xiao Ai can't say such an accurate sentence yet, she has expressed the meaning of this sentence today. One day soon, she will ask Xu Yao like this. At that time, Yang Ren believes that what she wants has already been answered. Not an answer, but a vent of resentment.

Afterwards Xu Yao didn't say much all the time, and he entered the tent as soon as it got dark, and everyone was barbecued, sang and danced outside, and he didn't respond at all.

Yang Ren suggested: "Let's take the children out to play with everyone?"

Xu Yao said lightly: "It's too dark, I can't see anything, you can play with the children, I'll go to bed first."

(2)

Before eight o'clock, Xu Yao took off his hearing aid, and the music and hilarity outside had nothing to do with him.In order for Xu Yao to move more easily after dark, Yang Ren brought a total of three flashlights with particularly strong light transmission when he came out this time, and he thought they would be useful.

They deliberately took a large tent that could sleep three to four people, but they didn't expect such a rare camping, and they really lay down together with their own thoughts, without talking all night.

The next day they went back to each house, but Yang Ren was still immersed in a very awkward mood and couldn't relax.

Yang Yitong was hugging the quilt and planning to take a nap at grandma's place, when his father stopped him suddenly, and he heard Yang Ren seriously ask: "Tongtong, if one day my father loses his eyesight, will you dislike me?" ?”

"Father?" Yang Yitong's eyes widened in surprise, and he was too scared to speak.

Only then did Yang Ren realize that it might be difficult for children to understand this assumption, so he said directly: "Uncle Xu has bad eyesight and can't see clearly, but Xiao Ai seems to dislike him a bit."

"Does disgust mean hate?" Yang Yitong asked him.

Yang Ren smiled wryly, shook his head, and nodded again.Yang Yitong seemed to understand, and said: "I like Uncle Xu, he is blind, I can lead him to walk."

Yang Ren held his son's face in his hands. At this moment, he really realized that Yang Yitong had been wronged by his eccentricity.

(3)

Although Yang Ren likes Xiao Ai, in his mind, the best child is Yang Yitong.

However, Yang Ren never thought that with such a good child, he would be interviewed by the teacher one day.

On the way to the kindergarten, Yang Ren was beating drums in his heart. Yang Yitong was so obedient and sensible. Except for beating someone last time because of Xiao Ai, he was very obedient at other times. It seemed that no one had to worry about his studies. The nursery rhymes and ancient poems taught by the teacher , every capital is memorized backwards.

So when he met the teacher, Yang Ren took the tea handed over by the teacher, his hands were still trembling.

"Mr. Zhu, if you have any problems with the child, just tell me. I will teach him well when I get home." Yang Ren said the opening remarks with a low eyebrow.

Teacher Zhu smiled, and did not complain to Yang Yitong, but took a stack of drawing paper from the bookshelf, all of which were Yang Yitong's paintings.

Those messy, even dirty colors caught Yang Ren's eyes, and he immediately took a deep breath.

In fact, in the past few years, Yang Ren has had a very awkward and caring thing in his heart. He never mentioned it, thinking that it seems that it does not exist, but when the teacher gave him the drawing paper today, Yang Ren understood Abandoned his previous self-deception.

(4)

If he didn't feel anything before, Yang Ren definitely didn't understand what it meant when Mr. Zhu handed him a stack of drawing paper.Seeing his resigned reaction, Teacher Zhu immediately understood that he must have discovered the child's problem a long time ago, but he just didn't want to face it.

"Teacher Zhu..." Yang Ren was so guilty that he was a little incoherent. He organized his words several times, but he still didn't say anything.

Teacher Zhu patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "Father Tongtong, you may have discovered that Tongtong is not sensitive to colors when you get along with the child every day. I show you these are not to say how bad the child is." , it’s just because I’m going to elementary school next year, it’s better to go to the eye hospital for a check-up before then.”

Yang Ren knew that Teacher Zhu was expressing euphemistically, afraid that a certain word would hurt the parents' hearts, but her words had no effect on Yang Ren. When he saw Yang Yitong's paintings, he felt Has become desperate.

Children with normal eyes really can't draw like this.

Especially this year, Yang Ren often found abnormalities in his son, such as the small hand towels for each member of the family, the patterns are all the same, but the color of each person is different, Yang Yitong has never taken his own, and every time he takes it indiscriminately .For another example, it is a child's nature to love to paint, but Yang Yitong has never asked his family to buy him watercolor pens, let alone be able to take the initiative to paint.Moreover, Yang Ren intentionally or unintentionally asked Yang Yitong to distinguish the colors, but he seldom answered correctly.

After talking with the teacher for half an hour, Yang Ren finally came out, stood at the school gate to get some air, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it, but after lighting it several times, he couldn’t get it right. As soon as he changed hands, the phone fell to the ground —He was already distraught.

Finally lit a cigarette, he took a deep puff, looked up and saw the monitor, knew that he had not left the range of the kindergarten, so he could only move out in a flustered pace.

The author has something to say:

Such a cute boy paper, how can he bear it without being abused?