Chapter 52 Dad, are you hurt?
Lin Xiaomao, who was lying not far away, also felt the sudden change in the atmosphere.
He saw Xiaoshu's father's body suddenly straighten up, and saw Gu Chaoyu pause for a moment.
【What's wrong? 】
【What did Xiaoyu ask? 】
[Little Tree's father's reaction is so strange...]
【Why is he so nervous? 】
Gu Chaoyu's hands did not stop moving. After a short pause, he continued to focus on acupuncture.
Little Tree Dad closed his eyes tightly and his eyelids trembled slightly.
He thought he had forgotten it long ago.
He thought he had become indestructible.
But Gu Chaoyu's light words easily tore open his deepest hidden scar.
After 15 minutes, Gu Chaoyu pulled out the last needle and put away the acupuncture bag.
Said:
"Some wounds, even if they have healed on the outside."
"It just doesn't seem to hurt anymore."
"It will bury itself deeper, rot, fester, and then, in the same way, hurt those closest to you."
Little Tree Dad suddenly opened his eyes.
Gu Chaoyu continued
"Children express their affection in a very direct way."
"Whatever he likes, he will find most precious."
"Breaking his most precious thing is equivalent to telling him that his love is worthless."
Gu Chaoyu's voice echoed in the small living room.
These words were spoken to the stubborn father in front of him.
At the same time, it was also spoken to the little boy in his heart who was holding the robot fragments and dared not cry out loud.
Lin Xiaomao, who was lying on the carpet, nodded.
[The atmosphere... is so depressing...]
[Xiaoyu's words seemed to have hit Xiaoshu's father's soft spot...]
[He...he seems to be shaking? ]
Little Tree Dad was indeed shaking.
If you look closely, you can see that his hands are clenched into fists, with veins bulging on the backs of his hands.
He wanted to refute.
Want to roar.
I want to kick this self-righteous young man out.
But he couldn't utter a word.
Because everything Gu Chaoyu said was right.
What he broke was not even a toy.
What he broke was the sincere heart that his son had carefully held in front of him.
Just like back then, what his father smashed into pieces was more than just a robot...
The air in the living room was terribly cold at this moment.
Zhang Hui stood there, at a loss as to what to do.
Xiaoshu also felt this heavy breath. He stopped stroking Lin Xiaomao's hand and looked at his parents anxiously.
Lin Xiaomiao felt a little depressed.
He got up from the carpet, shook himself off, and strolled around the living room.
This family is too untidy...
There's so much dust...
As he thought about it, he dodged the clutter on the ground with disgust, and finally looked at a low cabinet against the wall.
The cabinet looked old and was covered with a thick layer of dust.
【Um? 】
[There seems to be something on it? ]
The cat's curiosity was immediately piqued.
He bent his hind legs slightly, kicked off suddenly, and jumped lightly onto the low cabinet.
“Pah.”
An inconspicuous tin box was accidentally pulled by his claws and fell off the edge of the cabinet, hitting the floor with a dull sound.
This sudden sound broke the suffocating silence in the living room.
Everyone's attention was drawn over there.
“Ah, this is…”
Zhang Hui was the first to react. She walked over, bent down and picked up the dusty tin box.
She wiped the dust off it with her sleeve, revealing the original appearance of the box.
It was a very ordinary biscuit box with faded cartoon patterns on it.
"What is this?" Little Tree's father asked hoarsely.
Zhang Hui glanced at him, rubbed the edge of the box lid with her fingers for a moment, and then, determined, she gently opened it.
There were no precious jewellery or important documents inside.
A whole box of broken plastic.
Red, blue, and black.
The largest piece, vaguely recognizable as the front fender of a toy police car.
That’s right, the box contained the toy police car that was smashed by Little Tree’s father himself.
【!!!!!!】
[It’s that police car!!!]
Lin Xiaomiao widened her cat eyes in shock.
[She...she actually kept it...]
Zhang Hui looked at the fragments, her emotions surged again, and tears couldn't stop falling.
She has never been willing to throw it away.
Every time she cleaned the house and saw these fragments, she wanted to throw them away and forget the unpleasant things that happened that day.
But she couldn't do it.
This was my son's favorite thing!
Xiaoshu also saw what was in the box.
That's his car...
His favorite police car...
When he happily took the police car and wanted to play with his father,
It was broken by my furious father at the time...
The little tree father on the sofa took a breath when he saw the fragments.
The shattered police car in front of him gradually overlapped with the torn robot deep in his memory.
[…Useless thing!]
[If you don’t get first place in the exam, you are a waste! ]
My father’s roar is still ringing in my ears.
He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch the fragments, but his fingertips trembled violently and uncontrollably in mid-air.
He can't touch it.
It was more than just toy fragments.
Or the bloody wounds of his childhood.
It was the same wound that he inflicted on his son with his own hands after he grew up.
In the living room, the only sounds were the crying of the mother and son, and the heavy breathing of Xiaoshu's father.
But no one expected it.
While shedding tears, Xiaoshu picked up the largest piece of police car shell from the tin box.
He took small steps, one step at a time, towards the father who frightened him.
Little Tree's father sat there stiffly, watching his son walk towards him with tears in his eyes.
He thought his son would throw the debris at him.
Or, I would cry and question him.
However, none of them did.
Xiaoshu walked in front of him and stopped.
He raised his head and looked at his father, then, tremblingly, he put the cold fragment in his hand into his father's equally trembling big hand.
"……dad……"
"……pain……"
A beloved child makes everyone think a lot.
pain.
It's the police car that hurts.
He still feels pain.
Or... Dad, does it hurt?
Hearing his son's stuttering words,
This tough guy, who was over 1.8 meters tall and had the final say at home, collapsed at this moment.
He looked at the fragments in his hand, then at his son with tear-stained face.
Regret and pain consumed him in an instant.
"Well……"
He began to sob in his throat and could no longer hold it back.
He covered his face with his free hand and his shoulders heaved violently.
The pain, grievances and regrets that had been suppressed for more than thirty years now overflowed from between his fingers.
Zhang Hui looked at her husband, who had never been more vulnerable, and covered her mouth, crying even harder.
But this time, they were tears of joy and relief.
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