Miao's father coughed a few times in the room. Miao Xin heard the sound, put down the kettle, and walked into the room to pat his father's back.
Lu Huan peeked through the open door of the room and saw a middle-aged man lying in bed, his mouth slightly crooked, seemingly unable to speak—a typical post-stroke hemiplegic patient.
This home gives people a feeling of oppression.
Lu Huan felt almost suffocated, as if there was no sunlight.
After talking with Miao's father for a few words, Miao Xin came out of the room, picked up Xiaotong, sat on a stool, and beckoned them over.
Bai Lu asked, "Is it just your dad at home?"
Miao Xin said, "My mom left, left two years ago—if she hadn't left, she might have been dragged to death by my dad."
"Is this child in kindergarten now?"
"How could we afford it?" Miao Xin said, "We haven't even solved the household registration issues."
