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On the balcony, the air was stuffy, as if it was going to rain at any time.

Yan Zhao felt that he was sweating a lot and was sticky, but his consciousness was still in a dream and his body could not move.

Even though she knew it was a dream, she still took it seriously.

She went back to her childhood home. The door was painted with light blue paint. There was a doorbell on the door that didn't ring. Both of her parents were deaf and couldn't hear it even if it was pressed.

My father was very smart and came up with a way. He installed a light and connected it to the doorbell. When he pressed the button of the doorbell, the light would light up and the people in the house would know that someone was coming outside.

Yan Zhao slowly approached the blue door and pressed the doorbell...

Her father hurriedly ran out of the door, holding on to the bicycle and kicking off the legs. She was still dreaming, but his father had already carried her into the back seat of the car.

She rushed to a new interest class again. She hated interest classes.

She pouted and grabbed her father's white shirt.

His back was wide and high, and the fabric was soaked with sweat and clinging to his back. He pedaled his bicycle with difficulty and turned into an alley.

The moment she turned the corner, her foot accidentally got caught in the wheel. Yan Zhao screamed in pain, but her father was still twisting and pedaling with difficulty.

He is deaf.

Yan Zhao opened his mouth wide, tilted his head, bit his waist hard, and the bicycle suddenly stopped!

The father took her down and left the bicycle behind. The bicycle fell to the ground with a crash, and the wheels were still spinning rapidly!

Yan Zhao's plastic sandals were crooked and the skin on her ankles was scratched.

Her father squatted in front of her, picked up her little foot and looked at it. His eyes were as big as a cow and filled with distress.

Yan Zhao's feet hurt, and her stomach was full of anger. She cried loudly and beat her father hard while crying. His father held his head and endured her little fist, screaming "Ah, ah".

The next second, the screams suddenly dragged her into the hospital. Her father was lying on the hospital bed, with sticky phlegm pouring out of his trachea. Her mother, who was sallow and skinny, was fidgeting with the nursing equipment. The sound of labored breathing was heart-wrenching.

Zhao's heart ached violently, and he suddenly woke up from his dream!

"Ah -" she screamed softly, inhaling wildly!

The sliding door of the balcony was opened, and Li Luo rushed in with a concerned look on his face.

"What's wrong!"

Yan Zhao's chest trembled uncontrollably. This dream was so powerful that it felt like traveling through time and space.

She hugged her legs and huddled on the chair, holding her hair, her voice was painful and hoarse:

"I dreamed about my dad..."

"ah……"

Li Luo breathed a sigh of relief, walked to her side and sat down slowly. No one understood this feeling of dreaming about a deceased relative better than her.

Li Luo patted her shoulder and asked, "Did uncle scare you in your dream?"

Yan Zhao shook his head, remained silent, and closed his eyes.

Li Luo asked softly: "How did uncle pass away?"

There was still no sound coming from Yan Zhao's body.

After a while, Li Luo thought she wouldn't speak anymore. He was about to get up and go back to read the diary, but he didn't find Yan Zhao speaking calmly.

"My dad became a vegetative state after brainstem surgery, and the doctor said the possibility of recovering is very low."

"My dad used to smoke a lot and always had phlegm in his throat. The doctor cut open his trachea and atomized the blood and sucked the phlegm. They hired professional nurses at first, but the cost was too expensive. After all, one operation cost 300,000 yuan and he was hospitalized for 22 years.

The cost was 90,000 yuan. Later, in order to save money, my mother quit her job and helped my father with nursing care in the hospital. She always wore gloves and masks when the temperature was 30 degrees in summer, and never slept a full night. Later, her immunity declined.

My mother was still infected by someone in the same ward. I took a week off before the high school entrance examination to take care of them. My mother blamed herself and cried for several nights."

"In order to avoid causing trouble to me, my mother bought a simple protective suit after she recovered from the illness and wore it when she went to the hospital. During the dog days of summer, her hair and underwear were soaked, and she was afraid of getting sick. One time, she couldn't untie herself when going to the toilet.

I accidentally peed in my pants, and when I came out to change my blood sugar was low, and I fell again."

Li Luo felt nervous when he heard this and asked, "Why don't the people in the same ward help me? They usually help."

Yan Zhao shook his head: "My mother is deaf, others don't understand her, and she is used to not asking able-bodied people for help."

"ah……"

"It was my decision to extubate my dad. Before I sent him away, I told him, I said dad, go ahead and let my mom go..."

Yan Zhao suddenly burst into tears and couldn't form a sentence, but he held back his sobs and insisted on saying what he had suppressed in his heart for a long time: "I have hated myself all my life. I am selfish, cowardly, and cold-blooded! I will get my retribution!"

Yan Zhao was haunted by s and was completely different from when she was awake, which frightened Li Luo. Li Luo quickly took her in his arms, put her in his arms and patted her hurriedly: "You're not... you're not.

"

Yan Zhao cried more thoroughly and heartbroken.

"If time, time could go back, I would never let my dad go. Even if I don't go to college, even if I go out to wash dishes and pick up rags, I still want to keep my dad alive..."

Li Luo also shed tears and felt the same way.

She hugged Yan Zhao who was sobbing, sighed softly, and said something she had never mentioned to anyone:

"I also regret it. If I hadn't said that, would my brother have ignored that student's affairs when he got home that day?"

The words from the past came back to mind - "Is it useful to call the police if there is no evidence of school violence? If you really call the police, it will have a negative impact on the school. This student will die in the school. That's right, you are the police who handle big cases every day.

How can you care about students’ affairs!”

"On his way home, your brother encountered a group of gangsters bullying high school students. Li Feng stepped forward to stop them, but was... hacked to death by the gangsters."

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After sending Yan Zhao to the bedroom to put him to sleep, Li Luo returned to the living room and carefully read this Father's Day diary.

"Bai Jinye, how much effort have we fans put in for you to receive this brand endorsement today? But you actually ran out of such an important event! Those idiot fans of yours thought you were unwell. Only I know, you

Go find her!"

The pedestrian street in the afternoon was swaying with heat, the air was boiling due to the high temperature, people hid in air-conditioned shopping malls, and there were only a few people on the street.

Only two rows of track clouds remained in the dazzling blue sky.

A girl sat in front of the shopping mall window, her head hanging down.

A tall man in Mickey Mouse costume walked awkwardly up to her.

The girl was very frustrated. Mickey Mouse reached out and poked her, and she slowly looked up.

White Glove waved his hand to her, then made a fist and moved it in front of his chest a few times. Mickey Mouse's chest seemed to have a valve that could be twisted.

That's the sign language for "don't be sad".

The girl looked at the stranger in front of her with gratitude and said, "Thank you."

Mickey Mouse opened his arms towards her, and the girl was stunned for a moment. She sincerely showed a tired smile, leaned into his arms, and hugged his silly waist.

Mickey Mouse patted her back gently, and the girl rubbed her body against him lustfully.

It could have only been a few seconds? Or it could have been hours. She let him go.

She has left, as if she had never appeared.

At a deserted corner, he leaned his back against the wall, took off the heavy puppet headgear, and breathed heavily, sweat dripping down his hair like rain.

The delicate makeup on his face was in ruins, and the suit underneath was made of brocade.

He raised his head, a satisfied smile danced between his white teeth, his fiery eyes decorated his pupils, and his heartbeat was about to explode!

The cell phone in his pocket kept vibrating, his irritable breathing calmed down, and in a moment, infinite hurt fell into his eyes again.
Chapter completed!