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There is one person.

Many people say he is a bad person.

They all think they think so is right.

Because he pretended to be himself in various ways and deceived them with false and wrong words.

All kinds of harm they are hurt.

But I am the only one who says he is a good person.

I don't think I think so is wrong.

Because he only smiled at me warmly and never deceived me in everything.

Let me feel warmth from beginning to end.

The person who thinks he is right...

Call him a liar.

I think I am right...

Call him dad.

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It rained heavily that day.

It is the biggest rain I have ever seen since I was born.

Dark clouds are covered with darkness and light.

The thunder gradually rose and roared wildly.

The rain is like a thread, without interruption.

The wind rises with the rain and whistles.

The eaves of the old teacher's house on the left side of the door were on at some point, but the faint light flashed and dark seemed to be extinguished at any time.

A family of three appeared at the corner of the alley. The child was picked up by his father and covered his ears. His wife held his arm and walked in a hurry, and the water stains were constantly splashing.

Some small branches of the big tree at the intersection have been shot by the rain and fallen on the ground full of mud and water.

The clothes that my grandmother who lived opposite me, who was very nice to me, were mostly wiped out by the strong wind, and only a few scattered pieces were hung on the side rails.

I stood under the eaves at the door, standing like that, watching the rain, waiting for my dad.

Let the wind blow on your cheeks, making it painful.

Let the rain splash on your body, and your whole body is cold.

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In the past, no matter what, he would appear at home on time before school.

Take the blue floral apron my mother had been carrying before her death and humming an unknown song...

Well, it's very ugly.

Although he doesn't think so, I always think so.

After cooking the meal.

Walking to me and smiling at me, then patting my head.

Let me wash my hands and come over to have a meal.

I would pinch a piece of meat into my mouth with lightning speed and put it in my mouth.

Then he quickly fled to wash his hands and threw his scolding behind his head.

After dinner, I would smoke a cigarette and watch me do my homework.

Although I have complained countless times that smoking second-hand smoke is not good for me.

But he just admitted his mistake and said that he would not smoke again next time.

But it has never been changed.

I've gradually got used to the smell.

After finishing his homework, he will check it carefully.

From whether the words are written ugly or not to whether the questions are done right or wrong.

If there is a mistake, then I will pinch my face.

Then teach me the correct way of writing or doing.

If it is completely correct, then I will rub my hair.

Then, I will not hesitate to praise you.

After finishing my homework, I would play electric games with me, or watch movies together.

At nine o'clock, I would urge me to go to bed on time.

He and I slept in the same bed.

The deafening snoring sound changed from a lullaby when I was a child to a lullaby now.

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I've been waiting for a long time.

The eaves of the old teacher's house have long been turned off.

There should be seventeen people who have walked the trail.

There were already a thick layer of falling broken branches and leaves at the roots of the big tree.

The clothes that grandma hung on the opposite side were picked up by her son in a raincoat.

He still didn't come back.

Until I was almost out of strength to stand.

I heard a sirens, very harsh and unpleasant...

It's even better than the sound of wind and rain.

Anyway, I think so and think so.

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The bearded uncle wearing a police uniform first gave me a name.

Then it seems to be thinking about how to say the next words...

So at my age I cannot understand and accept...

But I just glanced at him and didn't wait for him to say the next words.

He walked straight to the rear side door of the police car and opened it with great difficulty.

Then he pulled the leather surface of the seat inside with some difficulty and leaned over and sat in.

It was not until I closed the car door that the uncle woke up suddenly.

Walk to the side door of the driving position, open and sit in.

Turning around, it seemed like I wanted to say something else.

But after hesitating for a while, he didn't say anything and turned around.

Then he looked at me with a plain face in the built-in car mirror and sighed.

But he only saw my face in the mirror, but not my hands.

Because of the excessive force, the finger bones are extremely visible, and the back of the hand is full of pathological pale color.

He only saw the calmness that was not what I should have on the surface.

But I didn't see the trepidation I should have when I was hiding.

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The bearded policeman got out of the car and wanted to take my hand.

But I avoided it.

He was not embarrassed or at a loss, but looked at me deeply, then took out a cigarette and lighter from his pocket.

I lit one, took a deep breath, then turned around and started to leave on his own.

The reason I dodge is because my palms can no longer stretch out after a long period of time.

I don't want him to see my anxiety and uneasiness in my hands.

Because I think this is the only way for my dad to see.
To be continued...