In high school, there was such a saying that was popular among students.

If the number of names of the person you like is the same as the number of your own names, if you like him and he likes you, you will be together for a long time.

The number of strokes in your name and the number of strokes in the name of the person you like, subtract the smaller number from the larger number, and the difference corresponds to the possibility between you.

Fold a rose every day and write your sincere hope for love inside the origami, and your wish will come true.

It's funny. There was a period of time when Mo Xiaoyan was thinking about how to tell her family about changing her name to two characters. There were countless times when she would take the number of strokes in her name and subtract the number in Shen Chen's name. Counting the strokes, there were already two bottles of roses folded out. Finally, they were stuffed under the bed by themselves, probably full of dust.

In fact, at that time, my heart was filled with pure yearning, beautiful expectations, and a green face.

"Rumble--" The train rushed into the tunnel. The originally bright world turned dark in an instant. The lights flashed on both sides and above the tunnel like ghosts, and the cold air hit in an instant.

Mo Xiaoyan shuddered and looked around.

Except for Mo Xiaoyan, the people in the carriage seemed not to be surprised by this situation. Those who were sleeping were still sleeping peacefully, those who were listening to music were still immersed in the music with their eyes closed, and those who were watching videos and playing on their mobile phones had never raised their eyes to take a look. All around.

When he saw the exit of the tunnel, the steward's reminder sounded in the carriage, and Mo Xiaoyan was about to arrive at the station.

As the terminal approached, the passengers who were enjoying themselves had already begun to pack their luggage and prepare to get off the bus, but Mo Xiaoyan sat there silently, without saying a word or moving.

There was another caller ID. Mo Xiaoyan lowered her head and looked at the phone in front of her. The word "Dad" was displayed.

Mo Xiaoyan didn't want to answer his call, but she had to answer it.

"Hello-" When Mo Xiaoyan answered the phone, other people had already started to get out of the car.

"I'm here at the Dongsan exit. Have you arrived?" Dad's voice sounded a little awkward.

"Okay, I understand, I'll be there soon!" Mo Xiaoyan then stood up and touched the luggage on the luggage rack.

When she was a child, Mo Xiaoyan liked her father the most because he always loved and protected her. Even if she did something wrong and was punished by her mother, her father would stand by her and let her mother take back her fame.

But three years ago, this relationship suddenly changed.

At that time, my father seemed like a different person, he was overbearing, old-fashioned, unreasonable, and insisted on having his own way.

Mo Xiaoyan suddenly felt that her mother, who accompanied her, comforted her, and argued for her at that time,

He is the one who always loves himself.

Now, Mo Xiaoyan really doesn't want to see his father. Since going to college, Mo Xiaoyan has never contacted his father. If he has anything to do, he only talks to his mother. Even if he knows that his father is next to his mother, he would not want to. He talks.

But, today, he came to pick me up.

The moment he saw his father, Mo Xiaoyan only felt inexplicable terror.

Dad was still smiling at him, but that smile suddenly changed from kind to ferocious, and Mo Xiaoyan almost ran away.

However, Dad had already taken Mo Xiaoyan's luggage and turned around in front of him.

"Dad," Mo Xiaoyan was stunned for a long time, and then she followed her father's footsteps and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

"How is school life this year? Is it okay?" Dad took Mo Xiaoyan to the underground garage of the train station, opened the trunk of the car, and packed his luggage.

"It's okay, everything's okay!" Mo Xiaoyan lowered her head and sat in the back row.

"I heard from your mother that your test scores this year were pretty good," my father said while buckling his seat belt and looking back with a smile, "She is indeed my father's daughter!"

"It's okay," Mo Xiaoyan turned away awkwardly and looked out the window.

The car has already started.

"Your mother made your favorite dish," Dad said to himself as he turned the steering wheel. "Don't you like braised vegetables the most? There is a new braised vegetable restaurant near our house. I want to eat it later.

What, daddy bought it for you."

"It won't be troublesome. I won't even finish the dishes mom makes, so I won't use it," Mo Xiaoyan refused politely and distantly.

"Xiaoyan, are you still blaming Dad?" There was a traffic light ahead, and Dad's speed also slowed down.

"No," Mo Xiaoyan focused her attention on the traffic light, counting the numbers on it.

"Anyway, your mother is right, none of this is your fault," Dad wanted to bring up the past again.

"Let bygones be bygones, there's no point in talking about it," Mo Xiaoyan interrupted her father, "The light is green, you can go!"

"Whatever you say, dad will do it," Dad sighed, "I just want you to know that dad couldn't keep up with his thinking at the time, was old-fashioned, old-fashioned, and did a lot of wrong things, but now dad knows he was wrong.

I want to say I'm sorry to you, but look, can you forgive Dad?"

"We are father and son." Mo Xiaoyan's words made him feel weak when he heard them. "How much hatred can there be?"

"That's right," her father did not hear her helplessness and agreed happily, "After all, I am your father and you are my daughter. What should I do if it is not for your own good? Although there are some mistakes, they are all

It’s all for your sake.”

"Hmm -" Mo Xiaoyan tried her best to smile, lowered her head and took out her mobile phone earphones, turned on the music player, and cast her eyes out the window.

"I am your dad, and everything I do is for your own good!" Does every father say this? Does every father treat his children as dolls that must obey him absolutely?

Three years ago, when the whole school was covered by rumors and hurt, when she was scolded by the teacher and told that the meeting had notified her parents, Mo Xiaoyan felt fear and fear.

However, Mo Xiaoyan also believed that her father would listen to her explanation, understand her, and would not be unreasonable or unreasonable, nor would she not listen to her explanation and only believe in the words of the teacher and dean.

However, Mo Xiaoyan was wrong, completely wrong.

Dad pushed away the homeroom teacher's office with anger. At that time, Mo Xiaoyan was lowering his head and explaining earnestly, without even realizing that his father was behind him.

However, the head teacher sitting in front of him stood up in a hurry, and Mo Xiaoyan turned around in confusion.

"Snapped--"

The crisp slaps sounded crisp and harsh throughout the entire head teacher's office.

"Dad—" Mo Xiaoyan looked in disbelief at the man in front of him who was blinded by anger. His eyes were red, he was panting, and he looked like he was going to eat him.

His face was burning with pain. This slap was slapped on Mo Xiaoyan without seeing the current situation clearly.

Why? Why did you hit me? You didn’t even ask me why, but you were so sure that I made a mistake?

When the head teachers of other nearby classes saw this, they all gathered over to offer advice and comfort.

Mo Xiaoyan felt inexplicably humiliated, turned around and wanted to run out.

However, his hand was caught by his father and he threw it aside. Mo Xiaoyan's center of gravity was unstable and he bumped into two or three chairs before falling to the ground.

"You still have the nerve to run away? Let's see if I don't beat you to death!" As he said this, his father was about to step forward and kick Mo Xiaoyan.

Mo Xiaoyan just subconsciously protected herself with her arms. At that moment, her tears were no longer just grievances and embarrassment, but anger and fear, and she was trembling.

The office was in a mess, and a bunch of head teachers stopped in front of Mo Xiaoyan's father.

Mo Xiaoyan's head teacher rushed over to help Mo Xiaoyan.

Noila Mo pushed her arm away and looked at her coldly.

That look in her eyes must have been very scary, because she was originally cold and serious, but her eyes turned from concerned and pitiful to shocked. Mo Xiaoyan couldn't see through her expression, and she didn't want to look at it.

Until now, her face was only disgusting in Mo Xiaoyan's mind.

Even now, at certain moments, Mo Xiaoyan still suspects that everything that happened was just an illusion, false and unreal, and a dream of his.

However, that sentence, that sentence "I am your father, and everything I do is for your own good" always reminded Mo Xiaoyan that everything was not a dream, it really happened.

Until now, my father is still using the reason that I am your father to deny his mistakes.

Sometimes, Mo Xiaoyan would find this unreasonable, feeling distressed, angry, and frightened. Sometimes, she would also feel that this sentence was really ridiculous. Her father was both shameless and pathetic. Sometimes, she would feel that she was indeed rebellious and hated her father.

Still, Mo Xiaoyan could not forgive him.

There has always been a barrier between them, like a thousand-year-old snow that cannot be melted.

All the while, Mo Xiaoyan never wanted to get close to him again.

Mom is the warm presence between Dad and Mo Xiaoyan, and is also the bridge of communication between her and Dad. She is also a good mother and wife who perseveres in trying to dissolve the barriers and does everything possible.

It's not that Mo Xiaoyan doesn't know her mother's thoughts, nor does she fail to cooperate with her efforts. However, there are always those shadows between her and her father, fear and alienation, hatred and regret, pity and sadness.

The word reconciliation may only exist in the dictionary, at the moment of death, and in past and next lives.

Mo Xiaoyan always feels that if he and his father are still alive, the gap will always exist. Mo Xiaoyan no longer has confidence that he can wait until the knot in his heart opens up. But Mo Xiaoyan will feel that he is dead.

, this complicated and entangled pain will disappear, and all the unwillingness and resentment will disappear. By that time, whether you hate yourself or hate yourself, it will be meaningless.

Therefore, Mo Xiaoyan hated going home and calling people at home.
Chapter completed!