Dad's Diary

Tang Ling had been sitting in front of her father's portrait for nearly two hours, and the tears in her eyes had long dried. The old father was bald, so Tang Ling bought him a suitable wig. The father wearing a wig is kind, but slightly haggard.

Tang Ling walked helplessly into her father's bedroom, sat down in front of the desk, and opened the drawer. The drawer is full of diaries, all written by my father during his lifetime. My father had two hobbies during his lifetime. One was to keep a diary. He always liked to record the big things and small things that happened every day and his feelings. The other was to go for a walk before breakfast.

In the early morning of August 17, my father went out for a walk as usual. Unexpectedly, he left but never came back. Just at noon, the hospital called Tang Ling and told Tang Ling that her father had been hit by a truck and had expired when he was sent to the hospital.

When Tang Ling thought of this, tears flowed down again. She opened a diary. The cover of that diary had no color, it was very simple black. She bought it for her father. This diary is the last diary written by my father before his death. The white pages are written in his vigorous and powerful handwriting.

The diary was turned over page by page, August 15th, August 16th, August 17th, August 17th! Tang Ling shouted out the date. August 17 was the day her father died. I saw two bright red words written on the white page: I hurt! The bright red color seemed to be dripping with blood, soaking into Tang Ling's heart drop by drop. Tang Ling sat blankly, she felt unprecedented surprise and fear. Was this written after his father's death? Tang Ling didn't dare to think about it anymore, she just looked at those two bright red words "I hurt" stupidly.

At this time, someone pushed the door open and came in. It was Tang Ling's brother Tang Yuan. Seeing his sister staring blankly at the diary, Tang Yuan comforted her and said: Ling, dad is dead. You have to cheer up. There are still many things waiting for you to

No! Tang Ling shouted crazily, Dad is not dead , but he is not dead , he even wrote a diary today!

Tang Ling, stop talking nonsense! As Tang Yuan spoke, he took the diary and turned it over page by page. Suddenly, his face was also taken over by a shocked expression.

You see, dad is not dead, he wrote a diary, and he is back! Tang Ling choked with sobs.

At this time, Tang Yuan had regained his composure and said rationally: No, don't think so wildly. Maybe my father remembered the wrong date, maybe. The brother and sister held their breath and flipped the diary forward. August 17th, August 16th, and August 15th were one day after another. He remembered it correctly! The two fell into panic again. For a long time, Tang Yuan glanced at Tang Ling, his eyes full of uneasiness. Don't think too much. Go to bed early. Leave the diary here for safekeeping. When my father's memorial day came, I burned all these diaries. With that said, he silently returned to his room.

The next day, Tang Ling asked for leave from the company. She is sick. Every night, she would suffer from insomnia. Those two clear words in the diary on August 17 made it impossible for her to pick up the energy to do other things. All she could do was stare at her father's portrait every day, look at it, and… There were tears. Tang Ling remembered that her father liked the wig she bought for him and always wore it no matter where he went. When she was a child, her father taught her calligraphy step by step and took her to the park to play. After her mother left, she and her father became closer. My father was an old feudal man with a strong sense of tradition and liked to take care of things. But he just left and suffered misfortune. Tang Ling just recalled the past events every day. Unconsciously, the short day ushered in a long night. That night, the wind picked up.

Tang Yuan hasn't come back yet. Tang Ling knew that her brother had to go to his girlfriend's place after get off work every day, so he would go home very late. Tang Ling suddenly heard strange noises in her brother's bedroom. She quietly came to the door of Tang Yuan's bedroom. I put my ear against the door and listened carefully, but the sound was gone. Could it be that my brother is back? With this thought in mind, she gently opened the door. My brother is not here! Only the window in his room was half open, making a squeaking sound in the night wind carrying raindrops. From time to time, bright lightning flashes across the sky outside the window, followed by dull thunder. Although there was wind and thunder, it was surprisingly quiet at night! This is the fifth night since my father died.

Tang Ling slowly sat down at the table and opened Tang Yuan's drawer. There is only that black diary in the empty drawer, August 16th, August 17th, August 18th. Oh my God! Tang Ling was already covered in cold sweat, and her rapid breathing and heartbeat made the night even more weird and restless. The diary is still being recorded! 18th, 19th and 22nd!The diary has been recorded to this day, and there are only two blood-red words on each page, in order: I hurt, broken leg, murder, injustice, retribution

Bang! A sudden noise broke the tranquility of the night. Tang Ling ignored the fear and fear in her heart, propped up her limp legs and ran to the living room. She saw her father's portrait fell to the floor, and the glass in the frame shattered.

dad! Tang Ling knelt on the ground, holding her father's portrait and burst into tears. My father was still smiling, but his smile was a little weirder. dad! How did you die? Tang Ling collapsed to the ground with tears in her eyes. At this moment, Tang Yuan opened the door and came in. He might have just come back from his girlfriend. I saw my sister slumped on the ground, with only a few pieces of incomplete glass left on the portrait of her father in her hand.

What's wrong? Tang Yuan asked uneasily, why don't you turn on the lights when the house is so dark?

Diary, I looked at that diary again, and it was written every day until today, August 22nd. Also, my father's portrait fell down by itself, and Tang Ling was talking incoherently, her face expressionless with fear.

Tang Yuan rushed to his room like crazy. After a while, Tang Yuan's crazy screams came from the room. Tang Ling ran in. She saw Tang Yuan holding the diary in his hand and sitting stiffly on the chair. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning fell from the sky, lighting up the night sky and the room.

who? Tang Ling exclaimed. Tang Yuan turned his head and looked at the window. There was a person standing in front of the window. No, that's not a person, it's a clothes hanger standing in front of the window, with my father's wig hanging on it! Tang Yuan's face began to change, becoming distorted in a way that was scary. Dad’s wig! Aren't they burned together in the crematorium? Why are you still here? Tang Ling started crying next to her, brother! Dad died unjustly, and he's back! He hurts! He said it hurt! Dad is back! How could dad's portrait fall down on its own? Dad's soul is on it!

do not talk! Tang Yuan plopped down and knelt on the ground, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Stop talking, Dad, I'm sorry, I killed you, I killed you, I'm a beast!"

Brother, what did you say? Did you kill dad? Tang Ling asked in disbelief, she couldn't believe it.

Yes, I hired someone to hit him with a truck. He is an old feudal man and doesn't allow me to have a girlfriend who works in a dance hall. Me, I had no choice but to do this, I really like her, and I don’t want anyone to interfere with us! The stubborn Tang Yuan collapsed completely and burst into tears.

Is this why you killed your father? He is our biological father! How could you!

I can't control myself, I regret it so much, everything is over for me! Tang Yuan stopped talking and just looked out the window quietly. The wind stopped, the rain stopped, there was only the sound of breathing, and a strange atmosphere filled the air, like resentment, like the smell of blood, and the room was extremely dark.

After a long time, I don't know how long, Tang Ling said: Brother, go and surrender, it's not too late, beg dad to forgive you. Otherwise, how can you survive in this world?

I go. Tang Yuan calmly uttered two words.

The next day, Tang Ling went to work at the company, and she was ready to start over. Her father's matter finally came to a conclusion, and Tang Ling was very satisfied with the plan she designed. Everything was under her control.

It turned out that her father's death made her feel very strange. On the day my father's accident happened, my brother was too calm and went to his girlfriend's place after get off work the next day as usual. You know, his father had quarreled with him countless times because of his girlfriend who worked in a dance hall. Even after his father died, he still didn't listen to his father's words.

So Tang Ling imitated her father's handwriting and wrote two bright red words and the date of the day in the diary every day. She went to the store and bought a wig exactly like her father's and hung it on a hanger.

As a result, my brother was defeated and told the truth.

But what Tang Ling didn't expect was how her father's portrait suddenly fell down that stormy night. Could it be that her father was really in this house?

After get off work, Tang Ling went to visit her brother who was in detention and told him everything. Tang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then said calmly: Sister, thank you. I hope my father, Youzhi Quanxia, ​​can forgive me. I was wrong.

In the evening, Tang Ling returned home exhausted. She hung up her father's portrait again, burned three sticks of incense, and paid three respects. Then I went to my father's room and packed up the drawer of diaries, preparing to burn them all tomorrow. By the way, there’s also the one in my brother’s room. She went to her brother's room again and opened the drawer. The black diary was still lying quietly inside. Tang Ling stroked the cover and opened it habitually.

One page, two pages, three pages. August 17th, August 18th, August 19th. Looking at her masterpiece, she smiled. The powerful fonts looked as if they were written by her father. He would definitely do it for her. proudly!

She continued to flip through August 21st, August 22nd, August 23rd, August 23rd! Tang Ling was shocked whether her penis was dead or not . She clearly remembered that the diary only lasted until the 22nd, so Tang Ling didn't dare to think about the extra day.

Two bright red, familiar words were written on the paper as white as snow: forgiveness.

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