Rebirth of the Father of Anime

Listening to the familiar ending song, Mamiko had already burst into tears.

"It's so boring." Hu Tao curled her lips to express disdain for He Chen, but turned her head and hurriedly rubbed her red eyes.

The only two people in the family who did not shed tears were Ling Yan and He Chen.

"It's very beautiful." Ling Yan commented with a smile, "The songs are also very nice."

He Chen smiled. This song was sung by the three leading actors Nozhong Lan, Li Youyou and Hutao. Nozhong Lan was not as good at singing. In order to achieve the best effect, Yi Jingshan was specially asked to sing to Nozhong Lan. After some training.

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

He Chen suddenly had the urge to smoke. He never smoked and could not smoke, but in order to entertain guests, he would prepare cigarettes at home.

Looking at the quiet community, He Chen lit a cigarette. He smelled it gently and it seemed to smell good. He took a strong breath and the choking smell rushed into his lungs. He Chen coughed hard.

I heard that this cigarette was 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 away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his fingers. He Chen smiled and suddenly felt someone hugging him.

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

"What's wrong?" Yi Jingshuo's voice floated over, and she hugged He Chen hard.

"It's okay." He Chen said with a smile, then he stubbed out the cigarette butt he had just smoked on the window sill and threw it out the window.

Yi Jingshuo rubbed He Chen's broad back vigorously, slightly expressing her dissatisfaction with He Chen for not saying anything to her. But he didn’t ask any more questions.

"Cry if you want." Yi Jingshuo said suddenly.

"Tch. I was moved to tears by my work. I felt embarrassed that I saw how I was crying, and I was unhappy. Do you want to see me cry too? No way." He Chen said jokingly.

Yi Jingshuo was so angry that she opened her mouth and bit He Chen's back. However, the place was not easy to bite, and she couldn't bite hard after a few bites. So he stood up on tiptoes and bit He Chen's shoulder. It was very soft, the tone said it was a "bite" rather than a "kiss", and a "clang" sound suddenly came from the living room.

She said in a low voice: "You are deceiving others in your work.

Don't suppress your feelings, face yourself calmly, cry when you want to cry, laugh when you want to laugh, why are you duplicity? "

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

cry. He had already cried long ago.

Now he just wants to laugh.

…

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

The animation had ended for a long time, but he still stayed on the page of the animation. When the playback was finished and the singing stopped, he dragged the progress bar and retreated to the beginning of the ending song, and so on.

Listening to it over and over again, letting the strong smell of cigarettes fill your chest. After smoking one, you take another one, and the ash and cigarette butts are already scattered on the ground.

There was no sign of enjoyment on his part, he was just mechanically repeating the action of smoking.

It wasn't until he could no longer take out a cigarette from the cigarette case that he seemed to come to his senses. When he looked at the time, he had already repeated the same action, listening to the song, and sat there for several days without realizing it. Hours.

The message prompt of the DM number in the lower right corner of the screen flashed eagerly. Cao Jun glanced at it and saw that it was his friend in the game who asked him to play the game. He couldn't wait for Cao Jun to recover and seemed to be furious.

Didn't you tell them your phone number?

Cao Junxin thought, picked up the mobile phone on the table and looked at it, complaining in his heart: It shut down automatically again, this system is just unreliable.

But, okay, luckily it's turned off.

Cao Jun thought this way and immediately closed the DM account impatiently.

Then he dragged the progress bar to the very beginning. He lay on the bed beside him, crossed his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes, and just listened to the OP, the dubbing voice, and the ED, and the whole story was told. "Listen" again.

The scenes that were deeply etched in my mind emerged with the familiar voices.

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

His body began to tremble, and his suppressed and silent crying slowly turned into a wail mixed with sadness and regret.

If only I could understand it earlier... It would be better if I could read this story earlier...

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

The computer host was still buzzing. Cao Jun was tired of crying and fell asleep like a child. In his dream, he seemed to have returned to 8 years ago, when his mother was still there and they were still a complete person. family time...

Unconsciously, Cao Jun showed a happy smile that he had not seen for a long time.

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

Piles and piles of garbage were cleared out, and he also found things he had treasured a long time ago. They are all worthless toys, but they carry his memories. There are also photo frames that have been covered in dust for a long time and are dirty. Inside are photos of his parents taking him on a trip when he was the first in his class in elementary school.

Cao Jun's nose was a little sore, so he carefully wiped the photo frame to brighten it, then placed it on his computer desk. Looking at the photo, the corner of his mouth suddenly showed the same smile as the one in the photo.

The brand-new room made him feel as if he had returned to the past.

He felt very strange to himself these years. He couldn't understand why he had been so confused these years.

Looking back over the years, his trajectory was similar to Mrs. Ren's, from being "someone else's child" to becoming a typical negative teaching material in the mouths of neighbors and school teachers.

He can only play games, hang out with his friends, and complain about the darkness of this society. Then continue to dawdle in this "darkness".

Childhood playmate. They had already parted ways. There was no further contact;

The dreams I had when I was a child have long since been thrown into the dustbin of my mind;

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

My father had already gone out to work. He had cleaned everything inside and outside the house. In his father's room, there was a photo frame on the bedside table, and the photo inside was his.

Cao Jun hesitated and lifted the photo frame up again. Standing on the bedside table.

While washing his face, Cao Jun looked at the young man with messy long hair and a scornful expression in the mirror, which was both familiar and unfamiliar.

If he hadn't seen that story, he might have continued to sink like this, right?

Cao Jun thought so.

His mother died of cancer, which was a huge blow to him who was only in elementary school. Seeing his mother languish day by day due to the disease made him extremely heartbroken. As a child, he had the deepest fear of death.

What would he and his father do if his mother was gone?

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

He heard that people who are sick will be in pain, but he has never seen pain in his mother. At most, she just gritted her teeth and frowned when she fell asleep.

Every time his mother saw him and his father, she always had the most beautiful smile on her face - in his eyes, there was no smile more beautiful in the world than his mother's smile at that time.

He knew that his mother was enduring, just as he endured crying, her mother endured pain.

He didn't dare to cry in front of his mother, so he could only rack his brains, think of ways to cheer up his mother, bully her, and hope that his mother's illness would get better.

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

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

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

Light 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 slept in class, skipped work, read novels, came late and left early, got into fights and skipped class. Anyway, he did all the things he had never done before.

The teacher taught him sincerely, and his father made him kneel in front of his mother and beat him angrily.

But in his opinion at the time, they were all liars. Since it was useless, why would they still lie to themselves?

In current terms, he hated the world. After reading the rebirth novel, he even considered a way to be reborn. However, after trying several times, none of the methods succeeded. Instead, he was hospitalized for a long time.

He felt that the whole world was a liar.

Fortunately, Huaxia has nine years of compulsory education. Even though he turned in a blank exam, he was still able to attend junior high school.

But in junior high school, he still went his own way, like a gangster. Naturally, he had no success in high school, and eventually dropped out of school.

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

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

The father was tired and stopped beating him.

The once warm family has become extremely cold. His father said that as long as he does not commit crimes, even if he lives like this, his father will support him for the rest of his life.

If he hadn't seen that animation, he might have been like this for the rest of his life, stuck in the happiest period of elementary school, living in memories and resentment.

In front of his mother's portrait, Cao Jun knelt down and kowtowed three times.

My father came back. I don’t know when, but a lot of silver threads appeared in my father’s hair.

Cao Jun felt sour and wanted to cry, but he stopped and smiled. It's not too late...

When his father saw the brand-new home and the energetic Cao Jun who was wearing clean clothes and had his hair cut short, his father looked a little dazed.

Seeing Cao Jun approaching, his father's eyes flashed with sadness, and he said numbly: "You want more money? How much?"

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

"What are you talking about? I'm sorry..." My father seemed to understand something and smiled, feeling a sudden surge of surprise and satisfaction in his heart.

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

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