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I froze in place and didn't move for a long time.

The black car, black umbrella, and dark alley waiting for me in front of me are like the tragic opening of a horror movie, or when the god of death comes online and accepts people according to the list.

And the person holding the umbrella lifted the umbrella up, revealing the lower half of my face which was 7% similar to mine.

I became even more apprehensive.

The outline of my eyebrows and eyes has basically inherited my mother's softness, only my lips are carved out of the same mold as my father's. The lips are thin and sharp, which is the standard feature of a fickle portrait.

Since I was a child, I have never heard a few good words from my father's mouth that was opened like a knife.Whenever words come out of his mouth, they are basically belittling and abusing me.

The only equal communication happened a few months ago. My dad rarely sat down and talked with me calmly.

He kindly told me that he changed my wish.

I was overly flattered by this, got up, flipped the table, slammed the door and left.

Although I don't regret my decision to run away from home, the shadow of my dad hovering over my head for many years still makes me shiver a dozen times when I recall the audacity of that day.

So now I face him under the umbrella, and I am even more frightened.

Zhong Linyun's reaction was quick, half a second after I stopped, he stopped with me, and did not throw me into the cold rainy night.

He turned his head slightly, then took half a step forward, pulling me behind him.

Zhong Linyun probably didn't know my dad. In the years of our acquaintance, let alone he never met my dad, even I rarely had the chance to meet my dad face to face.

But maybe he saw something from my pale face, or maybe his keen intuition made him guess that the person on the other side was not kind.

In short, he pulled me behind, like when I was surrounded countless times when I was a child.

And I gained some courage from his actions.

I gently pulled the hem of his coat, Zhong Linyun lowered his head and looked inquiringly.

I smiled at him, the corners of my mouth were a little stiff, probably because of the ugly smile.

"My dad." I whispered, "It's okay."

I walked forward, Zhong Linyun followed, and the not-so-broad umbrella carried us to the black umbrella.

The edge of the umbrella was raised, and my eyes were evened out. I mustered up the courage to look up and see my dad's face clearly.

My dad was as serious and old-fashioned as he remembered, exuding an undeniable majesty.

He seems to be in good condition and has not been affected by "the son ran away from home for a long time and hasn't returned" at all.

"I've been away from home for so long, why don't I call my father." He asked kindly.

I was startled, and then reacted.

That's right, in front of outsiders, or even when I didn't show against his wishes, he was always willing to use a peaceful gesture to show his kindness as an elder.

"Too busy, no time to call." My voice was stiff, and my voice was tense, and it might break at any time.

"Busy?" Now it was my dad's turn to seem a little puzzled, but he just paused calmly and asked, "What are you busy with?"

"Make money." I said, "or will you starve to death?"

I think what I said must have reminded him of my bank card that he ordered to stop.I saw a twitch between his eyebrows, and he quickly regained his composure.

I think he probably thought that after the card was stopped, the incompetent useless son would go home with nowhere to go.But no, his plan had failed, and I had narrowly won this time against him.

"It's good." My dad said, "You are willing to come out and experience social life. Dad is very pleased."

He glanced up and down at me: "You're fine now...much more normal than you were before."

His words were like the tip of a needle, stabbing me hard.

I was poked at a pain point, a pain point that had been generously exposed to the air a long time ago, and I thought it would never hurt again.

The rain splashed on the ground, and the legs of the sweatpants were wet and stuck to my ankles, which was cold and uncomfortable.

Skirts, shorts, dresses are not so uncomfortable.

I think.

I chose the wrong clothes.

At least today, I chose wrong.

Seeing that I was silent, my dad spoke again.

"You should go see your mother, she misses you very much."

"How should I go to see it?" My voice was sharp, urgent, and harsh. "Is it 'normal'? Or is it 'abnormal'?"

My dad didn't speak, only the sound of my rapid breathing between the two umbrellas.

"Oh, I see." I smiled sarcastically, "It's 'abnormal' go, because when you go to meet 'abnormal' people, you have to meet 'abnormal' people."

"Mo Heng!" My dad interrupted me in a deep voice.His tone was serious, like I did something wrong, or he thought I did something wrong.

He was irritated by me.

I think.

Because he usually doesn't bother to call me by my name.

I calmed down and looked at him peacefully.

In fact, he didn't look so good, the roots of his hair were grizzled, and it was time to make up the color.

Dad quickly recovered his usual demeanor, his eyes moved to the left, and he glanced at Zhong Linyun slightly.

"Who is this……"

"friend."

I answered in front of Zhong Linyun. He glanced at me and swallowed the "he" sound of "shared tenant".

My dad's expression relaxed a little, to be exact, he looked down a lot.

He has always looked down on my circle of friends. He always thinks that my like-minded friends will only lead me astray. I should stay away from them and associate with the children of his partners—the so-called "elite group" in his mouth.

Zhong Linyun's outer right sleeve was wet from the rain, and he pulled up the cuff early on, exposing his bandaged forearm.

I could clearly feel my dad's gaze over the damp bandages, with the jagged scars beneath the white lines and the looming tattoos.

When he looked at me again, there was obvious disapproval in his eyes.

"I told you a long time ago, you must choose your circle of friends carefully..."

"Dad." I interrupted him.

I don't know why I interrupted him, I'm not usually like this, I have a shadowy fear of my father, in front of him I'm a dangerous tortoise, an ostrich in the Sahara, nothing but burying my head .

But I know I don't want him to continue, I know what he said next will be ugly, I don't want Zhong Linyun to hear these words, I don't want him to be contemptuous, and use his so-called "elite thinking" to criticize Zhong Linyun brainlessly .

I looked at him with a fury and courage I had never felt before.

This is the person I picked up after walking in the rain for half an hour and paying for a pair of sneakers.

It is not someone who uses it as material to criticize me.

I raised my right hand and put it on Zhong Linyun's arm again.

"Dad, you don't really think that the 'friends' I mentioned are real 'friends', right?" I laughed, that false and veiled smile.

My dad didn't speak, his face was gloomy, and he looked at my fingers on the black coat with displeasure.

I posted it, and my whole body was half-hanging on Zhong Linyun's body, with a nonchalant tone, very restless.

"In the circle of young people, friends have many tricks... For example, 'boyfriend' can be called 'friend', and 'friend with benefits' can also be called..."

"Mo Heng!" My dad yelled sharply, "Don't act so ugly!"

His chest heaved violently, and the water droplets on the umbrella kept shaking with his hands, and he seemed really angry.

"Be normal!" He said heavily, "Shame on me!"

The corners of my mouth curled down a little bit until the curvature disappeared.

My hand slid down, all the way down from Zhong Linyun's coat.This is because I am accumulating energy, because what I am going to say next takes a lot of energy, and it is taken away together with the strength of raising my hand, which even makes me unable to maintain the pretended indifference posture.

My hand slid down slowly, and my fingertips brushed Zhong Linyun's coat, and a few drops of water were drawn off.

Falling down like this and hitting the outside of the thigh should also cause some pain.

I thought nonsensically.

You see, this creature whose scientific name is my father always hits my wounds exactly.

I took two breaths, and the pain in the resemblance did not come.

Zhong Linyun grabbed my hand and squeezed my fingers in his palm.

I don't know why he did this suddenly, maybe it was to match what I said just now.

His palm is very hot, with heat that can exhaust the cold of a rainy night.

My cold fingers were infected by his temperature, and my dead heart gradually began to beat.

My dad looked at our glued hands, his brows were wrinkled, and his face was full of disapproval.

"I'm just abnormal." I raised my eyes and said word by word, "I don't have a normal mother, I don't have a normal father, and I don't have a normal family."

"How can someone who was raised as a girl in a deformed environment be normal?"

The rainwater gathered on the branches, and the leaves could not hold the increasingly heavy water, and the tips of the leaves drooped, sending down a large handful of water droplets.

The smooth raindrops fell and hit the protruding stones on the ground. The round and sharp collided, one was broken, and the other was in a mess.

The dust has settled.

When we returned to the rental house, Zhong Linyun was still holding my hand.

It wasn't that he was willing to do this, but that I was in a daze. If he didn't pull me, I would definitely be able to step into the door of the unfinished building, a well whose cover was stolen two days ago.

I sat down on the chair, leaving a string of footprints on the ground with my soaked shoes.

Zhong Linyun didn't attack me, nor reminded me to take off my shoes.

He dragged another chair over and sat down in front of me.

"Today...don't pay attention to what my dad said, I apologize for him...as for other...you can ask whatever you want." I whispered.

"He didn't say anything." Zhong Linyun said lightly. "You interrupted, I didn't hear anything."

I sniffed, thinking that this might be a blessing in misfortune.

Zhong Linyun was still sitting there, looking at me very intently, which made me a little overwhelmed.

"Do you have any questions?" I whispered.

Zhong Linyun leaned over and leaned towards me.

It was time to cut his bangs, a few strands of jet-black hair were hanging down, shiny and dripping with water, making people flustered.

"Do you want to cry?" he asked seriously.

I rubbed my sore eye sockets.

"A little bit." I said sullenly.

"Then cry." He moved closer, his fingers lightly touching my cheek.

The annoying raindrops on the hair on the top of his head finally fell, and together with my tears, they left an inconspicuous puddle beside the puddle left by the sneakers.