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This bad breath, if I had the ability early, I should have sought justice for my mother.Just from the analysis of the few words in the comments, the teenager knows what his mother has been through. If he wanted to hear his father say sorry before, now he doesn't even want this apology.

Disgusting, I’m sorry, I’m sorry to go underground and tell my mother in person after you die, but my mother definitely doesn’t want to see you, even if you die, you should die far away, don’t pester my mother anymore, otherwise I will ask Taoist priests to draw talismans every day you.

The vocal music teacher's tricks are very effective. In an instant, most of the netizens are on their side, and even posted entries like "Come on for the college entrance examination", and the young man suddenly ignited his fighting spirit. The number one in the school is simply sorry for the majority of netizens, it must be the number one.

Looking at the reactions on the Internet, the teenager felt admiration for the vocal music teacher again. Before, he only thought he was quite capable, but he did not expect to be so capable.Fortunately, he had already bound his wife when he was 8 years old, otherwise he was really afraid that he would not be attractive enough.

After thinking for a few minutes, he still called the vocal teacher.

"Hello." The vocal teacher's voice was still very calm, "Why are you calling now?"

"It's nothing." The boy walked around in his mother's room, looking left and right, as if his relationship with this woman was connected overnight. He used to hate him, but now he understands the helplessness of adults. The word sensible is cruel, either it comes too early or it comes too late, few people are just right.

If you are sensible too early, the background of life will be covered with a layer of gray. If you are sensible too late, you will regret not doing enough things before.

"Do you have something to say?" the vocal music teacher asked, and the only thing that could be heard in the microphone was the boy's heavy breathing.

"It's nothing." The boy stopped in front of the bookshelf, only to find that there was a photo of his mother and vocal teacher when he was young, "Thank you very much...I didn't know my dad was such a jerk, if you told me earlier ..."

"I told you earlier, and then watched you kill your father when you were fifteen or sixteen years old, didn't you?" the vocal teacher asked back.

"Am I such an impulsive person?" It was the boy's turn to ask back.

"You said to the whole stack of disciplinary notices that you have received yourself, do you think you are impulsive?" The vocal teacher began to sneer.

His sneer sounded like a sneer to the young man. "I... wait, how do you know how many punishments I have?"

There was silence on the phone, a long silence.

When he spoke again, the vocal music teacher's voice had unspeakable fluctuations. "It shouldn't be difficult to inquire about a high school student, right?"

"You..." The boy sweated a little, and his whole back became very wet, "Why?"

"No reason, you just remember to live your own life well and discuss with your family no matter what happens. No one in this world is worth your life. I hope you don't forgive your dad, but I don't want You hate him for the rest of your life. He has his garbage end, you have to live your own." The vocal teacher's voice quickly returned to normal, "Also, if he calls you, don't lose your temper, be restrained, be clear Make demands, don't vent. Because I think with his low-handed methods and behavior, he might record you."

The boy nodded at the photo, and he also gave his mother a promise that he would not go astray, would not spend the beginning of his life for the sake of the old bastard, and would live like himself. "Well, what else do I need to do now? By the way, I figured it out. The reason why I can't get my dad is because I have too little social experience. In the future, remember to bring some knowledge and skills to you. Take me, I don't want to be a student who only knows about exams, I want to be..."

The sound stopped, but the sound of breathing didn't stop. The vocal music teacher waited for him to say the next sentence, but there was no movement for a long time.

"I want to be as awesome as you." The boy finally said, "I don't want to be unable to protect the person I want to protect in the future, I don't want to make my family angry, and I don't want you to think that I'm only impulsive and causing trouble. I don't want to be a kid anymore."

This time, it was the voice teacher's turn to be silent again.

"I can pass the college entrance examination, but you have to help me with the rest." The boy finally said, his tone was completely different from usual, "I want to be... the kind of son that makes my mother proud."

"Well, I will think about you if I have a chance. I will rest early today. There may be more things in the next few days. You should be mentally prepared." The vocal teacher agreed, and hung up the phone after speaking.The boy hey-heyed a few more times, and after making sure there was no sound, he put down the phone and went from the bedroom to the living room.

There was no one in the living room, apparently the man accompanied grandma and grandpa back to the bedroom.

The surroundings became quiet in an instant, so quiet that the teenager was not very used to it. It turned out that as long as he didn't look at his phone, the disturbance of tens of thousands of comments on the Internet had nothing to do with him.

The food was still on the table, and I didn't have time to take it back. The chopsticks were randomly placed next to the bowl, and the rice was not finished.The boy walked over, touched the bowl with one hand, and felt the residual warmth of the rice.

This is the temperature of home.

Everything is so normal, so normal... The boy began to fantasize that this is the simplest meal, no one leaves, and after a while everyone will come back, and the family will sit down again and finish the meal.

But he clearly knew that it won't happen anymore, what he lost can't be brought back, as a person who is about to grow up in this family, he can no longer be willful, and learn to cherish it even more.

The young man sat back in his seat, picked up the unfinished bowl of rice and continued to stuff it into his mouth, continuing his liquidation operation, unwilling to waste the man's good cooking skills.He ate fast, cleaned up the leftovers in a few minutes, and then put down the bowls and chopsticks. He obviously burped, but he still felt that his stomach was not full.

At this time, his eyes finally fell on the plate of sweet oranges.

It was a difficult process to reach out because teenagers especially don't like to eat this.The person who really likes to eat it is the one who has already left.The oranges are big, each one is ripe, and one has been peeled, just waiting, placed in the fruit bowl.

The epidermis, which should be moist, has begun to dry out.

The boy picked it up.

When I took a bite, it splashed all over my mouth.Sweet.

Next to this table, finally came back a person eating oranges.

The boy stayed here for the next few days, checked out of the chain hotel room with the man, pulled their suitcases, and formally returned to this suite.Grandpa still doesn't like to talk, and always stays in the study or bedroom, but grandma often comes out to sit, chat with men, and cook together.

The turmoil with his father became more and more serious, and a professional organization had already stepped in to investigate his tax issues. Later, the boy simply stopped surfing the Internet. The college entrance examination was coming, and the school was already on holiday. He needed to carry out the last wave of leak checking and make up for vacancies, so as to sprint towards his biggest task .

"Take a break?" The man brought him a glass of orange juice while he was resting. "Your grandma said that drinking this is good for your eyes, so you won't be too tired."

"I'm not tired. Look, I've finished this set of math simulations." The young man picked up the paper and showed off to him. He has no social experience for the time being, but he can boast about his grades, "Am I good?"

"Well, it's pretty good." The man looked at the paper seriously, "Why didn't you do these questions?"

"That's all I don't have to do. After reviewing the questions, I know I can't lose points." The boy resumed his student status. Human thinking, not human thinking. Being able to find the pitfalls in the questions is the purpose of quickly scanning the questions. What I really need to work on are those questions that I can't clear the pits... Hurry up, give me a few more compliments!"

"You are the best, drink the orange juice first and I'll praise you." The man was also afraid that his eyes would be tired, so it would be a pity to wear glasses on such beautiful eyes.The boy grabbed his shoulder and rubbed it, then kissed the man's neck. Just as he was about to drink up the orange juice, the phone rang.

The call he had been waiting for for a long time finally came.

"My dad's phone number." He glanced at the man, "If you feel uncomfortable, go out first."

"Why should I feel uncomfortable?" The man took the phone, and this time, he pressed the connect button for the boy, "He has a guilty conscience, he should be the one who should be uncomfortable."

Instead, the boy held the phone to his ear and asked, "Why are you calling me? If you don't accept the apology, I'll hang up if it's okay."

"You're very good at playing, kid." The boy's father said, his voice was hoarse and astringent, obviously he was having a hard time these days, "First grab a man with your father, and then kill me, you're good at this game sure."

The boy looked at the test paper on the table and suddenly smiled. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about. My original intention is to seek justice for my mother. Are you stimulated by something, what kind of man?"

"You pretend you don't know?" The boy's father didn't expect him to pretend to be stupid, "Don't think that I dare not expose your affairs, I can do anything if I'm in a hurry! You ruin me, don't even think about it! "

"What are you trying to stab? Why can't I understand what you're saying?" The boy gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to swear, "You've done too much to my mother, I don't even want to ruin you, and I don't bother to ruin you." You, the one who ruins you is fucking yourself."

"You boy, don't play tricks on me!" The boy's father was fierce, thought for a while, and then said, "Your grandma is going to have an operation tomorrow, are you so happy to make things so happy now?"

Surgery?I am so happy, the young man held back his laughter. If he laughed out loud, it would be an unbridled laugh. Weren't you very good at bullying my mother back then? Keep going.

"Really? How's grandma? Is it serious? It's so pitiful." But he still held back and couldn't laugh. Who knows if the old bastard has recorded it, "Although I haven't met her a few times, she doesn't She likes me and never cared about me, but she is related by blood after all, do you need me to visit her in the hospital? Buy a bouquet of flowers? But I have been studying hard recently, and I can't delay the college entrance examination."

The man had been listening by the side, but he didn't dare to leave, for fear that he would yell at his father as soon as he left the boy.But now he was completely dumbfounded, looking at the boy in disbelief, as if he didn't know him.

If you really go to the hospital, just buy a bouquet of chrysanthemums. The boy imagined the old bastard on the phone in a panic and thought he had nothing to do, so he was happy, so he said: "Speak to grandma for me, wish her a successful operation and good health, Longevity, I will buy flowers to visit the doctor after the exam. But...you have so much money, can you take grandma back to recuperate? I have to live in my mother's house, otherwise I always live in a hotel and it is too expensive Money is gone, I can’t afford it, I’m poor.”

"You..." The boy's father was sure that he had indeed been instructed by an expert, "What exactly do you want?"

"I just want to get back my mother's things, such as houses, or other industries I don't know, and then get admitted to the ideal university, be a college student with ideals and aspirations, build the motherland well, and give back to the netizens who helped me denounce you. "The more the boy talked, the more he wanted to laugh. If you have the ability, put the recording on the marketing account. I am a good student and I can't fail." But I still feel very uncomfortable, why don't you hold an apology meeting? Let me declare first, I don't need your apology, because your apology is too late, I have been hurt by you and have serious psychological problems, and I will need a fee for treatment in the future. But...my grandpa and my grandma need it, you love your mother, my mother My parents can't be left alone, you should think about these stakes, and I'll wait for your answer."

The author has something to say:

Wolfdog: I have to find an occasion to meet the world, and by the way, bring me at the same table...

Milk Dog: Thank you.