After returning home in the evening, only that criminal was there. My parents should still be at work, or starting their nightlife. My older sister should be planning something in an unknown place; second elder female cousin, and my two brothers should be looking for their targets in the bar, planning to have a good night. And my younger brother, he should still be a few hours away from coming home from school. It's ridiculous, because education starts from a young age, and his school hours are longer than mine. Isn't it true that as you get older, your responsibilities increase? What the hell does it have to do with kids? Usually second cousin female comes back at this time, so usually I would come home to cook for her, but... I have a lot of free time again. I'm idle, so I can only clean the room. But when I finished cleaning, I found that criminal sitting at the table eating - second cousin female's seat. The sunset shone through the glass, his hair changed from a sparse yellow to a rich brown; the light reflected off his hair like sunlight on a breezy water surface, creating a small glimmer. "Bang-" I heard a string snap in my mind. I took out my weapon, kicked him, and scolded, "Get up?! Get the hell up! Get out of here! Who let you sit here?! Who let you sit down?! Who let you eat?! Get the hell out of here! Disgusting! Scum!..." He was dawdling, but something I said made him suddenly straighten up. I gripped the whip tightly, staring at him. His mouth moved, but he didn't say anything, just took his food and left. The next day at breakfast, I felt sad to see a row of tables removed from our home. I knew second cousin female had already started to be forgotten. The only empty seat was between my younger brother and my mother. I hung my head, and then a shadow fell on the table. He stood in front of the table and said, "I want to eat at the table." Dad's face was not good, but he didn't dare refuse - because one day, this criminal might come back here wearing another unrecognizable cloak, and if someone knew about my father's past, they wouldn't forgive him - because this is an era based on memory, and others wouldn't believe he had changed. So my father said nothing, waiting for That person to retract his shocking thoughts - the kind of thoughts that could cause a sensation in our small town. But he just sat down. It was as if to maintain our family's original seating habits, he only sat at the far end of our home, next to the youngest brother. I looked at him coldly, hoping that when he sat down, my brother would pull his chair away, or strongly protest - my father loved this youngest child the most, he would definitely speak up, or maybe I had extraordinary martial arts skills and could sprinkle nails on his seat the moment he sat down... But he sat down, right in front of me on my right... And the days passed. It's been a year, and I've hardly said a word. I haven't caused trouble for him again, and sometimes I feel guilty for my past actions towards him. God knows, it's not his fault. But the person to blame, I can't emotionally accept. God, forgive me for avoiding this painful matter. I don't want to think about him. I often see second cousin female through him, but I know I'm gradually forgetting her, thinking of her has just become a habit.
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