The moment he turned around, I took a deep breath as he did before.

Sniffing the scent of smoke that has gradually dissipated, I am extremely greedy.

The reason for this is that at this moment, I think this smell can make me feel more at ease.

The bearded policeman walked very slowly, so slow that I could follow him and could pause and rest occasionally.

Walking past the noisy front office police officer's office space, like a vegetable market.

Then I entered a rather deep corridor.

It was extremely quiet, so quiet that it seemed that only the uncle and me were walking.

From noisy and noisy to quiet and silence.

The sudden changes made my pace a little sluggish.

The reason for this is that I know that I am about to see him.

At this moment, I suddenly didn't want to see him at all.

In this place.

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With a creaking sound, a door was opened.

The bearded policeman walked in first, and I paused for a moment before entering.

Then, I met him.

The inexplicable liquid filled the eye sockets and seemed to be about to flow down.

I know it's tears, but I don't think it's tears.

Because he doesn't like watching me cry.

Starting from the day my mother passed away.

As expected, as I guessed, the moment I saw the mist in my eyes.

The smile on his face disappeared for a moment, and replaced by the indifference I hadn't seen in a long time.

"Have you done your homework?" he asked.

"No..." I replied.

"Then go home to do your homework. The new pen I bought for you is in the second drawer on the desk that checks from the left." He said.

And I also acted completely according to what he said in his words.

Turn around and walk out of the room.

The moment he turned around, tears could not be controlled or suppressed.

There was no pause in the slightest flowing down from the eye socket.

Slide to the ground, before the tears could spread.

I was stepped on by my foot, and after raising my foot, there was only a slightly moist mark of water left.

The bearded uncle sent me home and bought me a fried rice cake on the way.

After returning home, the first thing I did was not to eat fried rice cakes that looked very appetizing to fill my already empty stomach.

It wasn't that I changed into the clothes that were soaked by the rain that made me feel extremely cold.

Instead, he walked straight into the study room and then to the desk.

Opened the second drawer.

I searched until I found an envelope.

He tore open the seal and took out a piece of paper and a card.

The card is a bank card.

Paper is the straw paper I usually use to calculate math problems.

Turn the folded paper into flattening, with only three lines of words written on it.

The first line says, son.

The second line says, take good care of yourself, the password for that card is your birthday.

The third line says, Dad.

I read it many times, then I carefully folded the paper back and put it in a place with the card that only I know, but even my dad doesn't know.

It was a hole under a floor tiles in the kitchen that could be lifted freely. Although it was not big, it was enough to put down these things.

Then, I returned to my room and changed into clean clothes.

After finishing the fried rice cakes bought for me by the bearded policeman, he didn't even have the soup left.

Although it has been cold.

Then he returned to the study and took out half a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from the drawer next to him.

Take out one, ignite it, and place it aside.

I took out the textbook from my schoolbag and started doing my homework.

Carefully and seriously.

Because I know my dad won't help me check my homework again today.

Maybe it won't happen for a long time after that.

After finishing my homework, I put my textbooks and homework back into my schoolbag.

Then walk to the side of the bed, reach out to explore the mat, and grope for a long time.

Until I touched something hard and square.

Then he pinched it and pulled out his hand.

It was a notebook, and the black outer leather cover had become abnormally aged.

I put it next to the pillow and I got into the quilt.

Turn on the bedside light and turn on the notebook.

Then I looked at it page by page, although most of the content had been read several times.

But I still take it seriously.

Until the end, when I closed the notebook.

The sky was getting brighter outside the window, and the rain stopped when it was not known.

I got up and stretched out.

Then he put on his clothes, washed up, put on his schoolbag, and walked out of the house.

As usual, I just lost the person who sent me out of the house and watched me walk away until I disappeared from sight.

The notebook that was placed on the desk was a bit depressed and recorded all about Ah Dad's cheating experience.

Various frauds are recorded in extremely detailed and very clearly.

In fact, he thought he was hiding well, but he accidentally discovered it when I was ten years old.

Then, start learning.

There is a sentence written on that title page.

Scam is actually acting.

The more you can act, the more you can cheat.
Chapter completed!