Qingye Supernatural Office

I hate my sanity at this moment.

When my parents were sad, I was uncovering their scars. I could obviously feel guilty, but under the guilt and self-blame, there was an unstoppable instinctive observation and thinking.

The two things they said were really serious.Whether it is telling the whereabouts of grandpa's savings that I should not know in front of relatives and friends, or I have called the police several times to report the robbery and murderer, it is a big problem.Anyone who knows these two things will notice my anomaly.

However, if this is all, it is not to the extent that parents need to move and sever ties with relatives.

When other people noticed the abnormality, they at most regarded it as a capital for chatting after dinner.As long as you are a normal-minded person, no matter how superstitious you are, it is impossible to think in an extreme direction about a certain ability of the people around you.

Just like the common entrusted relationship in life, if you know someone who is a teacher, it is perfectly normal to ask him to help introduce the school when your child is in school.But no one would pester her facelessly because of this kind of thing, and no one would resign and change jobs just because of such a request.

In the memories of my parents, the uncle who I can't remember is always mentioned.

They had also talked about the little things at home before.When my sister and I were growing up, we were curious about our family, parents, and grandparents from time to time.

In my memory, the inheritance dispute after the death of the old man was the reason for the breakup they mentioned many times, but they never detailed the specific process of this matter, and they never took the initiative to recall their parents and brothers and sisters things.

This evasive attitude made me always think that this was their sad thing.It even occurred to me that the cause of the inheritance dispute might not lie with their brothers and sisters, but with them.Even though their usual behavior and the precepts and deeds to our brothers and sisters are all upright, or in other words, they look like ordinary and honest people, and they have never been fussy about money.I ended up chalking it all up to their personalities and their initial unhappiness.

Until just now, it occurred to me that the cause of the problem might lie in my ability.Just now, their entire memories and narrations also confirmed my conjecture-my ability, a relative with a mean character, caused them to completely sever ties with their family.

What makes me suspect is that I have no memory of that vile relative, nor have they ever been mentioned before.

This should not be a point of concealment or taboo.

But their attitude is true again.

This kind of truth cannot be equated with the value of the two things they said.

There should be one more thing, and that is the real reason why they severed ties with their family.It's not just the uncle's endless pestering, nor is it just the uncle's unrestrained speech in front of my child, or his rude behavior directly aimed at my child...

I looked at my parents, not knowing how to ask myself this question.

They had no intention of continuing the conversation.

"That's it. We moved, we changed phones, we changed jobs, and we didn't tell the family. We started over... At that time, your mother was still pregnant and gave birth to your sister. I didn't tell the family about it. Those colleagues in the new unit, new acquaintances, don’t know about our family’s situation. You didn’t say that again. We are all relieved...not completely relieved...When you are older, you have a mobile phone, Also, you are at home on vacation, and there is no one at home... We have been worried for a long time. After your incident, you seem to have grown up all of a sudden. After you stopped getting sick, you seemed to have grown up and become more sensible. You were quiet all the time, not like a little boy, not like a child. After your sister was born, you were very obedient and took care of her. Your sister..." Dad paused.

My mother looked at me and said, "Actually, we never thought about having another one. You said... Then one day, you suddenly said that you wanted a younger sister. We were all scared. I was afraid that it wasn't you who said that. , It’s something else...you...you just said it once, and we didn’t agree or answer, so you don’t mention it. We see you playing alone all day, and you don’t play with children outside...we didn’t care about you at that time It is also very strict, you are not allowed to watch TV, and you are not allowed to play outside, afraid of what you will hear, see, or meet someone... Look at you, you say you want younger brothers and sisters... ..."

"Your aunt's family has an older brother. You used to play with him and your uncle's little sister," Dad added.

I did not expect to hear such memories.

My sister was born because of my request.

"We bought you a dog because we wanted you to be happier. Later, your sister was born... When I was pregnant with your sister, you touched my belly, and you touched the dog's belly, lying on it Listen to the sound, and even think of the dog's heartbeat as the sound of a puppy."

The two recalled, showing a happy and loving smile.

I can't relax.

What they said made my question completely stuck in my throat.

"Your sister said that when she was in the cradle, you squatted beside her and held her little hand. When she was older, you would be her pony and let her ride on you. Your father was behind you supporting you. When you go outside to play, you often have to watch your sister. There are slides in the park, and the old ocean ball. I will sit next to your sister, and you will play for a while, and you will come back to see us."

Such warm memories lasted for a while.

Both seemed to say they were tired, so they stopped.

Dad glanced at the window. "It's getting dark. Are you hungry? Let's go out to eat."

Mom stood up and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

"You can eat at any restaurant. What would you like to eat?"

"I don't know. At this point, there must be people in the restaurant."

The two looked at me as if they were waiting for my answer.

Throughout, they never asked me what I had been through this year.

I looked up at them without moving.

The relaxed atmosphere in the room slowly solidified.

"Lynch, you are not that kid anymore. Don't feel pressured. We did that for you, but we did it for ourselves." Dad patted me on the shoulder and said solemnly, "You grow up now. When you grow up, become an adult, and work, you will take care of us and your sister. But if you want to do something, just do it. Don’t worry too much. Your parents are retired, but they are not old yet. If you can't walk, you don't have to bear such a big burden. This year..."

He stopped, stared at me for a while, lowered his eyes again, as if he was thinking, and continued after a while: "Your mother and I have thought about it a long time ago. You may...encounter that kind of thing again this year. You Maybe when I was in college, I encountered... At that time, you lived on campus, and we didn't know about some things. We believe you will handle it well. The things you did...including the two things you did when you were young, are not bad. It's just that you were too young then. You're big now."

Dad patted my shoulder hard again, "Okay, don't think so much. We still have to eat. Let's eat first."

"Dad." I stopped him and my mother, "Mom... I have one last question."

"Ask." Dad said generously.

"After that, did you come to the door?" I asked, "Did anyone come to the door and tell you about my incident?"