Rebirth of the Father of Anime

Listening to the familiar ending song, Mamiko was already crying.

"It's boring." Walnut curled his lips to express disdain to He Chen, but turned his head and hurriedly rubbed his red eyes.

The only ones in the family who didn't shed tears were Ling Yan and He Chen.

"It looks good." Ling Yan commented with a smile, "The song is also very nice."

He Chen smiled. This song was sung by the three leading actors of Noaka Lan, Li Youyou, and Walnut. The singing ability of Noaka Lan is weaker. In order to achieve the best effect, I specifically asked Yi Jingyu to perform on Noaka Lan. Some adjustments. Teaching.

He Chen found the cigarette and lighter from under the coffee table, and then walked to the balcony.

He Chen suddenly had an urge to smoke. He never smoked or would not smoke, but in order to entertain guests, cigarettes were also prepared at home.

Looking at the quiet neighborhood, He Chen lit a cigarette. Smell it lightly, it seemed to smell good, and took a hard breath, the choking smell rushed into the lungs, and He Chen coughed vigorously.

I heard that this cigarette is quite expensive, but He Chen couldn't feel it at all.

After coughing a few times and coughing up a few tears, He Chen felt much better. He gently picked the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers. He Chen smiled and suddenly felt that someone was holding him.

Without looking back, the familiar fragrance was already telling He Chen the identity of the owner.

"What's the matter?" Yi Jing's voice floated over, and she hugged He Chen hard.

"It's okay." He Chen said with a smile, and then wiped out the cigarette **** he had just smoked on the window edge and threw it out of the window.

Yi Jing's rubbed He Chen's broad back forcefully, slightly expressing his dissatisfaction with He Chen for not saying anything to herself. But I didn't ask any more.

"Cry if you want." Yi Jing's said suddenly.

"Cut. I was moved by my work and cried. I felt like I saw the embarrassment of my crying. I was upset. Would you like to see how I was crying? No way." He Chen said jokingly.

Yi Jing was anxious and opened her mouth to bite towards He Chen's back. However, it was not easy to get her mouth in that place. After a few knocks, she couldn't bite. So he stood on tiptoe and took a bite on He Chen's shoulder. Very soft, the tone said it was a "bite" instead of a "kiss", and there was a sudden "clang" in the living room.

She muffled and said: "You fool others in your work, don't suppress your feelings, face yourself calmly, cry as you want, laugh as you want, why are you duplicity?"

"I was laughing, didn't you see it?" He Chen said with a big laugh.

cry. He had already cried a long time ago.

Now he just wants to laugh.

...

Cao Jun looked at the ending credits of "We Still Haven't Known the Name of the Flower We See That That Day" and listened to the ending song that had been heard countless times. His eyes were dull and he was smoking a cigarette.

The animation has been over for a long time, but he still stays on the page of the animation. Before the playback is finished and the singing stops, he drags the progress bar and rewinds to the beginning of the ending song, and so on.

Listening over and over again, let the strong smell of smoke fill my chest, after smoking one, take another one, soot and cigarette butts have been scattered on the ground.

He couldn't see the slightest enjoyment in him, he was just repeating the action of smoking mechanically.

He didn't seem to come back to his senses until he could no longer take out a cigarette from the cigarette case. When he saw the time, he had already repeated a movement like this. Listening to the song, he sat for a few moments without knowing it. Hours.

The information prompt of the dm number in the lower right corner of the screen was eagerly flashing. Cao Jun glanced at it. It was a friend in the game who asked him to play the game. He couldn't wait for Cao Jun to recover, and he looked violent.

Didn’t you tell them your phone number?

Cao Jun had an ideal heart. He picked up the phone on the desk and took a look. He complained: It automatically shuts down again. This system is unreliable.

But, fortunately, it was turned off.

Thinking of this, Cao Jun turned off the dm number impatiently.

Then he dragged the progress bar to the starting point. He lay on the bed aside, folded his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes, and just listened to the op, listened to the voice of the dubbing, listened to the ed, the whole story "Listen" again.

The scenes and scenes deep in my mind, along with the familiar voices, emerged.

When the world returned to tranquility, before he knew it, a line of tears had been left in the corner of Cao Jun's eyes, and the tears flowed more and more like a flood that burst a bank.

The body began to tremble, suppressed silent crying, and slowly turned into a cry mixed with sorrow and regret.

It would be great if I could understand it sooner... if I could see this story sooner...

A seven-foot man crying like a child on this summer night.

The computer's mainframe was still buzzing. Cao Jun was tired from crying and fell asleep like a child again. In his dream, he seemed to have returned to 8 years ago. It was the mother who was still there, and they were still one whole. Of the family...

Unconsciously, Cao Jun showed a long-lost happy smile.

The next day, Cao Jun got up early in the morning, uncharacteristically, and thoroughly cleaned and tidied the room that he almost never cleans, inside and out.

Piles of **** were cleaned out, allowing him to find things that he had treasured a long time ago. They are all worthless toys, but they carry his memories. There are also long dusty and dirty picture frames. Inside are pictures of his parents taking him on a trip when he was the first in class in elementary school.

Cao Jun's nose was a little sour, he wiped the photo frame seriously, and then placed it on his computer desk. Looking at the photo, the corner of his mouth suddenly showed a smile exactly like him in the photo.

The newly refurbished room made him trance as if he had returned to the past.

He feels very strange to himself these years, he can't understand why he has been so muddled all these years?

Looking back over the years, his trajectory is similar to that of Mrs. Ren, from being a "child of someone else's house" to a typical negative textbook from neighbors and school teachers.

He can only play games, hang shoulders with Hupengou friends, and complain about the darkness of this society. Then continue to mess around in this "darkness".

Playmate when I was young. Already parted ways. Never contacted again;

The dreams I had when I was young have long been thrown away in the trash can in my mind;

His parents' teachings and expectations have long been forgotten by him.

Father has gone to work. He cleaned all the inside and outside of the house. In his room, there is a photo frame on the bedside table. The picture inside is his.

Cao Jun hesitated and raised the frame again. Standing on the bedside table.

While washing his face, Cao Jun looked at the young man in the mirror with messy long hair and a look of scorn, both familiar and unfamiliar.

If he hadn't seen that story, he might have been sinking like this forever, right?

Cao Jun thought so.

His mother died of cancer, which was a huge blow to him, who only went to elementary school that year. Watching his mother suffer from the torment of the disease day by day, his heart ached so little, he had the deepest fear of death.

If the mother is gone, what will he and father do?

Such problems haunt him every day. In his little house, even with a thick cup covered. He still felt cold.

I heard that people who are sick will be very painful, but he has never seen pain in his mother, at most he gritted his teeth and frowned when he fell asleep.

Every time his mother saw him and his father, she always had the most beautiful smile-in his eyes, there was no smile better than the mother's smile in the world.

He knows that his mother is enduring, just like he endures crying, what mother endures is pain.

He didn't dare to cry in front of his mother, he could only rack his brains, thinking of ways to make his mother happy, bullying for her, and hope that her illness would get better.

My mother said that as long as he could study hard, her illness might get better.

So he worked harder and went from the first in the class to the first in the grade.

However, his mother lied to him, his mother's illness did not heal, and her mother died.

The light has since disappeared from his world.

He doesn't want to study anymore. What's the use of studying well? My mother won't come back anyway.

He did everything he would never do before, sleeping in class, running a run, reading novels, arriving late and leaving early, fighting and absenteeism.

The teacher enlightened him with a heart-to-heart, and his father told him to kneel in front of his mother and beat him angrily.

But in his view at the time, they were all liars. Since they were useless, why did they lie to themselves?

In current words, he hates the world. After reading the novels about rebirth, he even considered a way to rebirth, but after trying several times, none of the ways succeeded, instead he was hospitalized for a long time.

He felt that the whole world is a liar.

Fortunately, Huaxia has nine years of compulsory education. Even though he has handed in a blank paper, he can still attend junior high school.

But in junior high school, he was still doing his own way, like a gangster, high school naturally had no play, and finally dropped out of school.

Play games every day, or eat and drink with Hupengou friends.

As for the money? Of course I want it from my father.

Father was tired and stopped beating him.

The once warm family became extremely cold, and his father said that as long as he didn't commit a crime, his father would support him for the rest of his life even if he did not commit a crime.

If he hadn't seen that animation, he might really have lived like this for a lifetime, time stagnating in the happiest period of elementary school, and living in memory and resentment all his life.

Before the portrait of his mother, Cao Jun knelt down and knocked three heads heavily~www.readwn.com~ Father came back, I don't know when, a lot of silver threads have appeared in his hair.

Cao Jun felt sour and wanted to cry, but stopped again. He laughed. It's not too late...

When his father saw the renewed home, there was also Cao Jun, who was wearing clean clothes and cutting his hair short, and became energetic. His expression was a little dazed.

Seeing Cao Jun approaching, a look of sadness flashed in his father's eyes, and he said stupidly: "Are you asking for money? How much?"

Cao Jun flicked his lips, lowered his head, and said, "Dad, I'm sorry!"

"What are you saying, I'm sorry..." Father seemed to understand something, smiled, and a flow of surprise and satisfaction suddenly appeared in his heart.

"I was wrong." (To be continued...)

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