04.

I am no stranger to scenes like this, with arguments, tearing apart, throwing things, and eventually discussing divorce. From childhood to adulthood, my ears have become calloused from hearing it all.

And now, where has the person who could accompany me through the toughest and saddest times gone?

In the end, my father still signed the divorce agreement and resolutely left this home amidst my mother's and my cries.

Suddenly, the image in my mind shifted, and Juchenxi took over my thoughts. His arrogant and indifferent smile, his cunning smile when he caused trouble for me, his warm smile when he made me happy, how did they slowly merge with the memory of that young boy?

Nevertheless, even though I am still young, I still find it difficult to accept the fact that my parents are getting divorced.

This is too coincidental!

Little Yue, you have grown up, and Mom won't hide it from you anymore. Mom paused, almost with a crying tone, and finished the next sentence, "Your dad, he has had another woman outside for a long time. After so many years of fighting, Mom has given up. Let's just live well on our own from now on, the two of us."

However, happy moments are always fleeting.

He used those hands, which I am all too familiar with, to pat my head and said in a calm tone, "Xiao Le, there are some things that you will gradually understand in the future. Your parents' relationship has long been broken and they cannot be together again. It's Dad's fault for letting you down. From now on, if you have anything, feel free to come to me."

I suddenly realized in those few seconds that the "she" they mentioned every time they quarreled, asking "what does she want," should be the other woman my mother talked about.

After contemplating for a while, I finally picked up the pen. However, as soon as I started writing, tears couldn't help but flow. While writing, somehow, I suddenly remembered the little boy who used to swing with me in the neighborhood garden when we were young.

I rushed over and hugged my mother, shouting, "Why do you have to get divorced? Can't we talk things out? I don't want to be without a father. I want a complete family."

I took out the diary from the drawer, wanting to record everything that happened today. The warmth brought to me by Juchenxi, and the pain caused by my parents' divorce, all vividly flashed through my mind.

Leave, Xiao Le belongs to me.

fa mi re do...

Clang... ...

Divorce. The tired voice of my father came from outside the door like a ghost. I jumped out of bed and rushed out, only to see my furious mother holding a piece of debris in her hand, staring at my father with fiery eyes.

do re mi fa...

I turned my head to one side and stopped looking at him.

Recalling the cheerful conversation with Ju Chenxi on the way home, a small joy began to grow in my heart. I gently put the guitar back into its lucky box, and ran to the bed, rolling happily on it, almost overturning my small bed.

That night, there was a heavy downpour, and the thunder was particularly loud. I tossed and turned, leaning on the windowsill, and saw lightning tearing through the dark sky, which was extremely terrifying. So, I turned on all the lights in the room. When the warm, pale yellow light came on, the fear in my heart gradually dissipated.

I repeatedly strummed these four tones, on this night that was just filled with honey, the melody is surprisingly pleasant! Finally, is the "four-string guitar" about to make a comeback? My life of good luck is slowly beginning, right?

Dad interrupted Mom weakly, "You, sigh... why did you say these things to Xiaole, who is so young?" Perhaps he also felt that this family had long been falling apart, so his expression appeared calm.

I immediately became furious and started yelling at my father like a madman: "Dad, if you abandon me and mom, you will regret it for the rest of your life! You will never be happy again!"

At this moment, I miss that young boy very much, the one who gave me a lucky guitar, the one with an innocent smile, the one who could accompany me when I was lonely.

The night breeze always carries a slight chill. After taking a shower, I quickly returned to my room and took out my lucky item, a "four-string guitar," from the drawer, gently playing with it.

Whenever I used to see my parents argue in the past, I would feel unhappy and run to play with the other kids in the community garden. At that time, all my worries and sorrows would disappear.

I sobbed loudly.

I almost shouted at my dad in tears.

Just as I was calming down and preparing to go on a sweet date with Zhou Gong, there was suddenly a harsh sound of dishes and chopsticks being smashed outside the door.

And the father is standing in front of a pile of smashed pots and pans, expressionless.

His young and tender eyebrows and eyes, at this moment, appear particularly clear in my mind.