After returning home, Ling Xiaowei couldn't calm down for a long time. She had too many doubts in her heart. She lay in bed and couldn't fall asleep no matter what.
Several times I had the urge to get up and go downstairs to ask my father who hit him in the first place.
In her memory, her father never mentioned or talked about the car accident that year.
So she never thought about going to investigate, but now that this person appeared, she felt that she couldn't turn a blind eye.
After tossing and turning for a long time, she didn’t know how she fell asleep. When it got bright, the weather that had been gloomy for many days finally ushered in the sunshine. The cool early morning sunlight shone into the house from the window, a beam of light.
A beam of bright white light, with tiny dust dancing in the light.
Ling Xiaowei looked at the dancing dust and was a little stunned. Her mind was so messed up that she felt like she was in a dream.
There were a lot of words that I wanted to blurt out last night, but I don’t want to mention them at this moment.
After going downstairs, Ling Xiaowei saw her father sitting at the door. He was half lying on a chair, half of his legs were draped on the chair, slightly revealing a bit of bare skin, which was red and had a newly healed wound. This was because he was wearing a prosthetic leg.
Wounds caused by grinding.
"Dad, do you feel pain?" Ling Xiaowei said with a slightly choked voice.
How could she feel sorry for her father, losing his legs? It was really cruel to a person.
It would be great if daddy still had his legs.
"Dad, do you still remember who hit you back then?" Ling Xiaowei asked, expressing her confusion.
Ling Guoqiang was slightly startled in his heart, his eyes were dazed for a moment, and he said in a dry voice: "It happened so many years ago, who still remembers it? Besides, it rained that day, so you can't see clearly. Hey! Why are you bringing this up!"
"Dad, do you hate this person?" Ling Xiaowei asked softly.
Ling Guoqiang sighed and nodded, "How can I not hate it, after all, I lost one of my legs." Ling Guoqiang felt a faint pain in his heart when he thought of those bleak times when he was paralyzed in bed.
But in front of the child, he did not show it. A bitter smile appeared on his face and he said relaxedly: "It's all in the past, there's no need to mention it again."
"Dad, do you still remember the license plate number?" Ling Xiaowei asked.
"Why do you ask this?" Ling Guoqiang looked at Ling Xiaowei with confusion.
Ling Xiaowei said with twinkling eyes: "It's nothing, I'm just curious. If I see the person who hit you in the future, I will definitely settle the score with him and avenge you." Ling Xiaowei said angrily and childishly, and her eyes fell on her father's.
On the legs.
It turned out to be because of his legs, this child! Ling Guoqiang only thought that Ling Xiaowei felt sorry for him, and said: "What kind of account is it? I also lost money. Besides, some things are lost, and there is no point in worrying about it. People still have to
Looking forward, it will be okay, dad can still stand up with prosthetic limbs."
Dad said with a smile on his face, trying his best to make his tone more relaxed.
Ling Xiaowei nodded, her eyes slightly moist.
"Eat breakfast!" Zhang Cuifen shouted loudly in the hut.
"Let's go eat, we have to go to school later." Ling Guoqiang said to Ling Xiaowei.
Ling Xiaowei nodded, went to the hut, ate and drank half a bowl of porridge without any appetite.
"Xiaowei, what's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Zhang Cuifen asked worriedly.
"No, I'm just not very hungry." Ling Xiaowei put down the bowl and chopsticks.
"Get an egg. Eat it when you're hungry at school." Zhang Cuifen said and took an egg and insisted that Ling Xiaowei take it.
Ling Xiaowei couldn't resist, so she stuffed it in her pocket.
When I returned to the main room, I looked at the clock on the wall. It was almost six o'clock. At this time, I was already on my way.
"Xiaowei, clean up quickly. If you don't move faster, you will be late." Ling Guoqiang shouted to Ling Xiaowei who was moving slowly.
I also wondered for a moment, what happened to this child today, so slow and slow.
Normally on school mornings, I walk with a lot of energy and energy, but today I feel like an old lady, walking slowly and listlessly.
"Xiaowei, are you feeling unwell?" Ling Guoqiang asked with concern.
"No!" Ling Xiaowei picked up her schoolbag and walked out the door. When she reached the door, she suddenly remembered something and said to her father: "Dad, I want to donate some clothes to the school. You go to the factory today and let the workers
Let’s rush to make a batch of down jackets in small sizes. I’ll pay for them myself.”
"Oh! Okay! I can pay for the money. How many pieces should I make?"
"Make fifty pieces." Ling Xiaowei said.
Each class in the third year of junior high school can be divided into seven or eight pieces.
"Thanks, Dad!"
"This is learning. If you do something good, you should give it your full support." Dad smiled and extended his fists and thumbs up in a thumbs-up gesture.
Ling Xiaowei was amused by her father's actions.
After leaving the house, Ling Xiaowei pushed her bicycle and went to school.
Halfway through, I met Wang Haohao and Shi Mingwei head-on.
When she saw Shi Mingwei, Ling Xiaowei instinctively avoided his eyes. At this moment, she didn't want to see him. When she saw him, her mood instantly became very bad.
Some things happened and she didn't know, so she just pretended that everything had happened. But once she knew the truth, she really couldn't turn a blind eye and pretended that nothing had happened. Moreover, this matter made her feel like she had a lump in her throat, and she couldn't say it out.
I can't spit it out, and I can't even swallow it.
When she was crying last night, she wanted to speak out, but she couldn't. She was very angry.
"Xiaowei, why are you so late today? We went to your house to find you." Wang Haohao looked at Ling Xiaowei and said.
Ling Xiaowei had a straight face and said coldly: "Well, if you are late in the future, you don't have to wait for me."
"How can this be done? Shi Mingwei and I are your right and left guardians. We have to protect you." Wang Haohao said with a smile.
"Thank you!" Ling Xiaowei really couldn't resist Wang Haohao's pistachio, and was immediately amused by him.
Wang Haohao smiled and told some interesting jokes in Ling Xiaowei's ear.
Shi Mingwei looked at Ling Xiaowei from the side. He felt that Xiaowei seemed to be very cold to him today. She didn't smile at him, her eyes didn't communicate with him, and she even deliberately avoided him.
Although she was joking with Wang Haohao, her body pressure was very low and she felt a strong sense of alienation from him.
This feeling of alienation lasted until they returned to the classroom and the two of them sat on their seats.
As soon as Ling Xiaowei entered her seat, she sat close to the wall, took out her English book, and started her morning reading.
Shi Mingwei also took out the book, placed it upright in front of him, and then kept staring at Ling Xiaowei.
In the morning, she didn't say a word to him. This was so strange. Was she angry with him?
"Xiaowei, are you angry with me?" Shi Mingwei couldn't help but ask.
Ling Xiaowei held the book in her arms without any distractions, concentrating on memorizing the words.
"Ling Xiaowei, answer me." Shi Mingwei took away Ling Xiaowei's book. He really couldn't stand this kind of cold violence.
If you are unhappy about something, can you tell it to your face?