dhibooks Chapter 372
Chapter 372
For Connor, the life-changing effect of Daddy's return has been huge.
First of all, most of his tutors have really been replaced, some of his least favorite teachers have left, and the new teachers have not been confirmed yet, because daddy plans to interview them in person, and now is not the time for him to show up, so The missing courses are temporarily taught by daddy himself.
Connor didn't express anything, but he was still very happy in his heart.
He carefully previewed the next day's lessons every day, and carefully reviewed them after studying, because he noticed that daddy seemed to prefer several ancient authors, so Connor memorized each of them in one go. a work.
But his efforts seemed to be counterproductive, because within a few days of teaching him, daddy gave up his job as a teacher.
Connor was devastated.
Carl touched Connor's head with a complicated expression: "No, baby, this is my problem, not yours...I didn't expect you to be so aggressive in your studies..."
You obviously don't like reading, how can you work so hard?
"It's because daddy assigned me too few tasks, and the requirements are very low, which is much lower than the standard set by Papa." Connor said, he paused, and suddenly emphasized angrily, "Kang is very smart. of!"
Well, it's Lex's upbringing gone wrong again.
"If you're really that smart, learning should be a joy." Carl stopped Connor who was about to interrupt in a hurry, and continued, "You're really that smart, I don't doubt—but you use You learn the wrong way. You don’t pick and choose what you like and you don’t immerse yourself in it, you just keep stuffing what I’m telling you into your head.”
"I'm too young," Connor replied, "I'm not old enough to make my own choices."
"...I don't know why I always feel that what you say is familiar."
"Papa told me."
"Do you like him, or don't you like him?" Carl couldn't help being curious.
As far as Alexander told him, in the past two years, Connor has never tried to leave here to find his other father who is far away in the metropolis, nor has he tried to find out about Lex by any means. Lex's reaction was very much the same as Connor's—they seemed to have adopted a strange disregard for each other.
But in front of him, Connor would mention Lex from time to time, sometimes intentionally, but more often unintentionally.
"I miss him, sometimes," Connor said honestly, "but I don't want to go back, and I don't want to be with him."
"You don't miss him so much when you can't see me, but you can't help but miss him when you see me, right?"
"Yeah." Connor said, pausing for a moment, "I'll miss you a lot when I'm with Papa."
Carl pulls Connor into his arms, and Connor wraps his arms around him, pressing his cheek to Carl's.
"He killed you, didn't he?" Connor whispered in Carl's ear, "I know he did."
"..."
Carl could only remain silent.
"Are you going to kill him?" Connor asked again.
". . . while I'm still thinking about it," Karl replied, "I'm not going to see him."
Connor rubbed Carl's face and nodded, then his mind was attracted by Carl's hair, and he rubbed his face against Carl's cool ears and the broken hair around the pinna, fascinated by the burly touch —He raised his head and stroked Carl's hair lightly with his palm.
He thought it was funny to do so, so he chuckled.
Carl didn't try to stop and stop Connor's actions, he watched the various programs on the TV absently, trying to control himself not to listen to what happened on the earth, and not to listen to the voices of his friends.
He focused more on Connor.
Connor had lost interest in his hair, and now he was just lying on his shoulders, breathing evenly, as if he had fallen into a state of half-awake and half-sleep.
Carl moved Connor slightly, intending to put Connor on his lap so that the little boy could lie down and fall asleep.
But Connor immediately put his arms around his neck, proving that he wasn't asleep at all.
He stuck to Carl's ear and said, "I'll help you kill him."
Carl didn't respond: "What?"
"I can help you kill Papa, and then you help him come back." Connor sounded very excited, and proud of his good idea, "That's it! This matter can be over!"
The logic of this idea is really... Carl didn't know where to start his rebuttal for a moment, and finally he decided to follow the order in which Connor spoke.
"You can't kill him, Connor, in fact it's not only him, you can't kill anyone—and then, dead people can't easily return to this world, Xiaokang, this matter is not as simple as you think ;In the end, even if you kill him, I will bring him back to life... This matter cannot end."
Connor exclaimed: "I can't kill him? If you don't kill him, I can't kill him, so what should I do? Will you never meet?"
"...after a while, when I calm down, I will see him," Carl said. "I will tell everyone that I am back."
Connor stopped talking, but his breathing still showed that he was concentrating.
"But that would be unfair." After a while, Connor whispered, "Why can he treat you like this, but you can't treat him like this?"
"You know that sentence that adults will answer you when they encounter something difficult to explain?"
"'I'll understand when I grow up'," Connor said. "Will I understand when I grow up? Why will I understand when I grow up? Will my intelligence undergo a second development?"
"No." Carl said quietly, "When your lord told you this, it was just because he didn't know how to answer your question, so he hoped you would find the answer yourself."
Connor was silent for a few seconds and said, "Oh."
"But that's not the case with the question you asked me just now." Carl said slowly, "Even if I tell you the answer to the question you asked just now, you won't understand it."
"You tell me first," Connor insisted.
"Why can he do this to me, but I can't do this to him?" Carl said, chewing the sentence, feeling unspeakably sour, "Because he is that kind of person, and I am not. I don't intend to change .It's that simple."
"But...but that's not fair!" Connor got angry, and he repeated the words over and over again, "It's not fair! It shouldn't be like this!"
"Lex actually taught you 'fairness'?" Carl laughed instead, "I thought he would say things like 'fairness is a false proposition', 'what I give you is fairness'."
"That's what he said, but I know what fairness is. I'm not stupid." Connor replied disdainfully, "I've read the book."
He touched Carl's earlobe carefully, and said in a low voice, "...No matter what, the world should be fair to you."
"She's been fair to me," Karl said. "She's given me enough, and she probably wants me to go the other way. She's always been fair to me."
After saying this, he picked up Connor, and said in a brisk tone, "Okay, little guy, it's time to sleep! Tomorrow is another brand new day!"
He stared at Connor all the way after washing, then hugged Connor to bed, tucked the quilt for him, and kissed Connor's chubby little face.
Before he closed the door and left, Connor stopped him: "Daddy?"
Carl turned around: "Huh?"
His tone was very gentle.
Connor slept obediently on the big bed, with his chin on the quilt and his hands outside the quilt. He stared at Carl for a while. Carl held the door with one hand and waited patiently for him. His expression was so steady. And warm, so Connor's serious expression gradually relaxed.
He asked slowly and vaguely, "Will you always love me, daddy?"
"I will."
"Whatever happened?"
"Whatever happened."
"If I kill someone, will you still love me?"
"You won't kill."
"But I was made to kill you. Maybe there's something weird in my head that's controlling me. Maybe Papa made me love to kill. Maybe one day I won't be able to control this nature."
"I'll watch you," Carl said. "I'm not going to let that happen."
But on this issue, Connor was surprisingly persistent: "There's always the possibility. You can't deny the possibility of this happening."
"Then if you kill someone under my promise, it's not your responsibility, it's mine." Carl said, "It was my mistake."
"Will you still love me?"
"I'm going to be sad, I'm going to be miserable, I'm going to be disappointed—I guess I'm going to be disappointed, and while I shouldn't be, you deserve to be who you are," Carl said. "You can Be yourself."
"Will you still love me?"
Carl stood at the door and breathed a sigh of relief.
He thought of many answers, but many answers had traps.
Is his love unconditional?
What is Connor trying to prove with the answer to this question?
There is no moment when Carl understands the similarity between Connor and Lex more than now. He knows that this similarity has reminded him of Lex, and it is this similarity that makes it difficult for him to give an answer.
"...There is a reason, I am very clear." Carl said, "I know that 'killing' is not absolutely right or absolutely wrong. The real difficulty is to distinguish how to choose."
Carl said: "I gave up the most difficult part, Kang, I didn't think and judge, I chose the absolute 'don't kill'."
"You can make your own choice." He continued, although he felt a little overwhelmed by the words, "You can choose to 'kill' or 'not to kill', and in making this choice, You need to know who is your partner, because... I think you also understand that Zhenglian does not advocate 'killing'. If you choose to 'kill', you have to make sure that you are under the control of the government, at least let They think they can control you."
Connor asked him, "If I choose to kill someone, will you still love me?"
This little idiot is too stubborn!
How can you be so stupid!
Forget it!
Carl thought angrily, hadn't he hinted enough!
"I will." What could he do, he said with a sigh, "No matter what you become... I will love you."
"Good night, daddy."
"Good night, Xiaokang."