The Turning Gears of Fate Chapter 9

The way home was not far, but Oscar Lin still scanned a shared bicycle.

"Your father came to the school to see me today. He asked about...the rooftop announcement."

The wind blew past Oscar Lin's ears, carrying the smell of dry dust.

"Why didn't he just come to me?"

"Maybe...I'm afraid it will affect your review. I also have this worry, but given your personality, I still think I should tell you..."

When the car arrived downstairs, Oscar Lin looked up and saw that the lights at home were on.

"Afraid of affecting my review, I should wait until the college entrance examination is over. If you don't tell me, he will still look for Elliott Chen and my other classmates...I know them very well, and he must let me know if he knows Yes, but they can’t say it themselves.”

"Shall I talk to them first and let them wait until they take the college entrance examination?"

Oscar Lin walked into the corridor and pressed the elevator button.

"No, I don't have the habit of avoiding things. I will solve them as soon as I can."

And this is not something that needs to be dealt with as a matter.

"Why are you back today?" Mom saw him coming in and stood up from the sofa, "Aren't you going to review? You didn't come back with any information..."

"Let's chat." Oscar Lin entered the room and sat on the sofa.

"It seems that Teacher Lin told you after all?" Dad stopped pretending to be stupid.

"Fortunately, he told me," Oscar Lin rested his elbows on his knees and looked at him, "otherwise you would find people from our dormitory again, and everyone would be embarrassed."

"So is this true?" Mom looked at him.

"What's the matter?" Oscar Lin also looked at her.

"You know it yourself!" Mom frowned.

Oscar Lin had actually never thought about what would happen if his parents found out one day, but his mother's attitude of not even mentioning it explicitly still surprised him.

He always thought that in addition to insisting on the attitude of "you can't do it, you are not as good as your brother", they would be more open-minded than other parents. After all, in his memory, "your brother" has a flamboyant personality.

"Is it true that I'm gay?" Oscar Lin asked. Seeing the stiff expressions on their faces, he curled his lips and said, "Is it true? Is there any problem?"

"Why are you so..." Dad didn't finish his words, probably because he swallowed the word "pervert".

Some of his peers have used this word to him, and it is not surprising that his parents would use it.

My mother lived up to her husband's expectations and said it out: "Do you know this is abnormal? This is abnormal!"

Oscar Lin tilted his head and sighed softly.

"We don't want to be too harsh. You still have to take the college entrance examination, so don't affect your review," Dad said, "You haven't reviewed well in the first place..."

"It won't affect you," Oscar Lin said, "It doesn't matter whether it's important or not, just say what you want."

"Why?" Mom asked, "Why? Because of your brother? Do you think we are partial, so you want to retaliate against us in this way?"

"If I remember correctly," Oscar Lin looked at her, "I have lived for more than ten years and I have never said a word about you being partial. Why do you have such thoughts?"

Mom said nothing.

"Why?" Oscar Lin imitated her and asked.

"Why why!" Mom suddenly threw the cup in her hand to the ground, "I still want to ask you! Why do you want to retaliate against us like this! Use such a disgusting and perverted way to retaliate against us!"

The room froze for a few seconds.

This was the first time that Oscar Lin saw his mother lose her temper without warning, and he couldn't even recover for a moment.

It has been ten years since I lost my beloved son. He has not left a single word, nor has he sent back any news.

I can't hear or see, and my memory becomes blurry day by day. I can't remember some things clearly. He cried, he laughed, he was angry. It happened or it didn't happen.

What a panic.

And the remaining child, the extra child, she needs to face every day, this child that she doesn't need and doesn't like...no, she doesn't even want to take a second look, pretending to be calm, and is struggling and anxious. Maintaining calm on the surface.

Finally one day.

Bang!

Oscar Lin didn't speak, he didn't know what to say.

Mom pointed at him: "Why! If you don't say it, don't you feel it?"

"Calm down." Dad stood up and took her arm.

"Don't pull me!" Mom shook him off and continued to point at Oscar Lin, almost shouting, "Yes, I am partial! I am partial! You are just not as good as your brother! You are not as good as him in anything! You will never It's impossible to be as good as him! Why do you think you are so confident?

Oscar Lin looked at her.

I don’t know why I suddenly went off topic.

You won't get points for such a college entrance examination essay...

but.

Suddenly I felt a very comfortable feeling.

Every cell seemed to have opened its arms and floated in the cool, fresh air.

breathe---

He stood up and took a step towards his mother.

"Oscar Lin." Dad stretched out his arm to stop him.

"It's your own fault." Oscar Lin said.

The voice of self-evaluation is calm and the breath is as steady as a python.

Mom and dad were stunned.

"You," Oscar Lin suddenly raised his voice and shouted, "you are responsible for it!"

"What did you say?" Mom looked at him in shock.

"No one is born without the permission of the person involved," Oscar Lin also looked at her, "You know why you gave birth to me! Why did you allow me to be born with the burden of another person's life! Why did you let me bear the burden of another person's life! Why am I born because of Lin Zhan? Why do you decide that my life has no meaning except Lin Zhan! "

"Oscar Lin!" Dad yelled.

"Yes! I am Oscar Lin! I am not Lin Zhan's brother!" Oscar Lin said, "I don't live to prepare for anyone. You should have understood the day Lin Zhan disappeared! You have no right to decide anyone life! You have no right to deny me! "

"Shut up!" Mom pointed at him, her hands shaking badly.

"Am I smart, am I excellent, am I a god of learning, should I be confident, who do I date, who am I, how do I live," Oscar Lin said word by word, "It's all about me. The final say."

"Get out!" Dad glared at him, "Get out---"

The playground was very quiet. It was already two o'clock. Even the students who were reviewing on the playground had already returned to their dormitories. The flashlights of the campus police patrolling the area were somewhat perfunctory.

Oscar Lin was somewhat expecting the light of the flashlight to shine through him.

But not once.

When the outline of the grass on the ground beside the stands began to be clearly visible, the light of the flashlight disappeared.

Senior high school students who got up early began to appear in the distance. They went to the playground to memorize books for a while before lunch in the cafeteria.

"You didn't go back to the dormitory?" Simon Xu stood in front of him and asked in surprise.

It's not hard to guess. He never gets up in the morning before the cafeteria opens. The only possibility of sitting on the playground at this time is that he has been here since last night.

"Yeah." Oscar Lin smiled.

"What happened?" Simon Xu bent down and looked at him, "The complexion is okay, but the mood seems not to be good."

"I'll talk to you after I calm down." Oscar Lin stood up and kicked his aching legs back and forth, "You, I'll run a few laps."

"Stop running," Simon Xu said, "If you have been sitting here all night, you will feel uncomfortable when you suddenly run. Please walk around twice."

"Okay." Oscar Lin jumped down the steps, walked slowly along the runway, and looked up at the sky.

The sky is clear and it should be a good day today.

"It's going to rain," Micah Shi said, "I bet you it's going to rain within two hours."

"What are you betting on?" Milo Ding looked up from a pile of books.

"I bet you can't finish this set of questions before it rains." Micah Shi said firmly.

Milo Ding opened his mouth, looked at him, and asked after a while: "What are you betting on?"

"It's going to rain within two hours." Micah Shi said.

"Then, what's the bet?" Ding Wu reacted and spoke before Micah Shi could speak, "What's the bet?"

"Bet?" Micah Shi looked at the paper in front of him.

"Bet on me this set of questions?" Milo Ding asked, "Does the loser do the questions or does the winner do it?"

Micah Shi didn't speak. He leaned back on the chair and looked out the window, his eyes wandering.

Before his eyes wandered back, Milo Ding quickly pushed the knife in his desk to the innermost position. This man was probably under a lot of pressure from studying recently, and he was in a daze.

"Sometimes I suddenly have a feeling," Micah Shi said, "I might as well give up."

"It's already here," Milo Ding said, "Isn't it a little late to give up?"

"Huh?" Micah Shi turned to look at him.

"You have to give up as early as possible," Milo Ding said. "It's more cost-effective to give up at the beginning. Now that I'm taking the exam right away, the little time I have left to play a game won't be enough to reach the full level. It's not cost-effective."

Micah Shi continued to look at him thoughtfully.

"Look at me," Milo Ding pointed at himself, "I have no knowledge and no skills, and I am dawdling around every day. I rely entirely on copying for exams. I am far behind you, right? I haven't given up yet. Don't you feel panicked if you give up?"

"Did you copy them all?" Micah Shi asked.

"Well," Milo Ding nodded very sincerely, "but I don't dare to copy in the college entrance examination, so I have to review. I reviewed, but you gave up?"

"Can't give up." Micah Shi said.

"Hey! That's right," Milo Ding patted him, "Come on, top student, tell me a question."

When Micah Shi started to talk, Milo Ding breathed a sigh of relief.

To be honest, Micah Shi is quite stupid, but he works hard. The most stressful thing is to recruit people. There are students like Oscar Lin in the class, and there are people squatting in the back row with alcohol lamps to cook instant noodles with spicy strips. They don't have it. There is so much pressure, or rather they are under a lot of pressure, but the pressure mainly comes from the challenge of your parents dealing with your survival after the exam is over.

As for myself...

The pressure is also quite high. If a young man does not work hard, the old man will be miserable.

Milo Ding listened carefully as Micah Shi told him a question that he could solve with his eyes closed using a process that was several times more complicated than his.

I feel the pressure has been relieved a lot.

Today was the day scheduled for Oscar Lin to return the book to him. It happened to be the weekend, so Milo Ding left school early. This way, he could pick up the book and get home at the usual time, which was conducive to family unity.

When I ran downstairs, I met Micah Shi who was coming back from the toilet with this exercise book in his arms.

"Where to go?" Micah Shi looked righteous.

"...go home." Milo Ding said.

"Don't you bring some study materials to review?" Micah Shi was very sad.

"I have it at home." Milo Ding continued to run downstairs.

"Here," Micah Shi pushed the exercise book in his hand to him, "I won't read this book for the past two days. You can take it. I have done all the questions above. You can..."

"Thank you." Milo Ding took the exercise book and ran downstairs.

When Oscar Lin hurriedly walked out of the school gate, Milo Ding was taking his mobile phone to call him. When he saw him coming out, he quickly blocked him: "Hey, God of Science."

"Why are you here?" Oscar Lin was a little surprised to see him.

"How fresh," Milo Ding said, "I'll come get my precious book in three days."

Oscar Lin still looked at him, and after a while he said with an embarrassed look: "I forgot about this, otherwise..."

"Huh?" Milo Ding looked at him.

Oscar Lin glanced back at the school gate, then turned around and walked back as if he had made up his mind: "Wait for me, I will go back to the dormitory and give it to you."

"No, wait," Milo Ding grabbed his clothes, "Are you in a hurry?"

"...Hmm." Oscar Lin responded.

"Then you go first and give me the book when you are free," Milo Ding said, "It's okay."

Oscar Lin should be a person who sticks to his word, but he was obviously very troubled at this moment.

"I'm not in a hurry to use the book. I said it would take three days just to tease you." Milo Ding said.

"Okay," Oscar Lin walked towards the sidewalk, "I'll give it to you tonight...Fcuk."

Milo Ding took a look and saw that the last shared bicycle on the roadside had been pushed away.

Oscar Lin was indeed a little anxious. He didn't know the time limit of his mother's ultimatum, nor did he know what would happen to the things in his room after this time limit.

Not caring that Milo Ding was still around, he ran home.

"Hey!" Milo Ding followed him, "Hey!"

"Don't tell me, will I give it to you tonight?" Oscar Lin looked back at him in shock, "Can I still eat your book?"

"I have a car!" Milo Ding shouted.

Oscar Lin stopped: "What car?"

"What kind of car can there be, a battery car," Milo Ding said as he ran to the side parking spot, "Are you still expecting a Lamborghini at this time..."

Oscar Lin laughed, and Milo Ding's casual words made him relax a lot.

Milo Ding's battery car is quite big, and it looks like a Transformer.

"Hasn't this car been caught by the police?" Oscar Lin got on the back seat, "It was recently inspected by the traffic police."

"Did something go wrong with you?" Milo Ding turned his head and glanced at him, "Where are you going?"

"Turn right ahead." Oscar Lin said.

Milo Ding turned the handlebar and the battery car rushed down the sidewalk and merged into the traffic flow: "Then what?"

"Open to the end." Oscar Lin said.

"Then what?" Milo Ding asked again.

"We're here." Oscar Lin cleared his throat.

"...Is it too late for you to run down now?" Milo Ding was speechless.

"Thank you." Oscar Lin said.

"You're welcome, they haven't even reached the starting price." Milo Ding said.

The car arrived at the location quickly. It was a nice community with a quiet environment.

"Something happened to your family?" Milo Ding got out of the car, "Want to help?"

No, thank you.

In theory, this should be the answer.

"If you have time," Oscar Lin didn't know why he said this, "can you help me move my luggage?"

It was as if there was a pleasure of opening a wound that never healed.

"Family scandal" prefers to be publicized.

Mom said, are you taking revenge?

have no idea.

I've always had this thought.

I was once a child too.

"Do you have a lot of stuff?" Milo Ding stood in the elevator and looked at him. "You seem to be a very well-planned person. Why are you not prepared at all when you pick up your luggage?"

"You can take a guess." Oscar Lin smiled.

"No need to guess," Milo Ding said, "I guess he had a quarrel with his family, and then he planned to move his luggage and run away from home, or...he might be kicked out of the house."

Oscar Lin looked at him.

"Although it's a bit naive, I can understand it," Milo Ding said.

"You don't have a good relationship with your parents, do you?" Oscar Lin asked.

"Let's not fight with each other for now." Milo Ding turned his head.

Milo Ding felt that he was a very polite person. When Oscar Lin opened the door, he put a smile on his face. Oscar Lin had a fight with his parents, but he still wanted to say hello.

Uncle, good aunt, etc.

But when the door opened, no one was home.

At this time, he discovered that Oscar Lin was also a very polite person. When the house was empty and he was in a hurry to move things, he still said a series of words: "No need to change your shoes, come in, this is This is my living room, over there is the kitchen, the bedroom, this is another bedroom, this is my bedroom...I won’t show you around, come here..."

Milo Ding quickly followed him into the bedroom.

"This box contains books." Oscar Lin pulled out a huge suitcase from under the bed and threw it to him, "Thank you."

"...Why don't you take everything with you when you run away from home?" Milo Ding looked at his bookshelf full of books and the books piled on his bedside desk. He didn't know whether he should be shocked or not. Even having to pick up the book was still shocking. Oscar Lin started with the step of packing, "This box can't even fit in it."

Oscar Lin looked at him, seeming to be thinking about it.

"You still have a photographic memory?" Milo Ding added to persuade.

"Just put those that can fit in," Oscar Lin pointed to another cabinet, "I have a list of books, you can buy them again."

"Drone?" Milo Ding opened the cabinet and was stunned.

"Yeah." Oscar Lin began to take out clothes from the closet.

"You can't just play with a drone of this size, right?" Milo Ding said.

"I have a driver's license." Oscar Lin said.

"...Oh." Milo Ding nodded and carefully took out a remote control, "I think you just need to bring some clothes. These things...should only be brought when you are escaping." "

"I'm afraid my mother who didn't take it away would be burned." Oscar Lin said.

Milo Ding was stunned for a moment: "As for that? What kind of hatred?"

"No grudge," Oscar Lin stuffed the clothes into the box randomly, "just a superfluous person."