I clearly remember that they received a divorce certificate that day and were in front of me. Actually, I didn’t know what special things were in a divorced family. Later, a girl told me that her mother said that children in divorced families lacked love.

The grandmother and grandmother probably had been sleeping for a while at that point. I quickly rushed over the old house and ran to the back door of the front house. The grandmother and grandmother lived in the middle of the house. I knocked for a long time before someone answered me, it was my mother-in-law:

"Who?"

"I, plain!"

"What happened to you in your family?"

"Yes, my dad is going to hit my mom again!"

My mother-in-law has become accustomed to it. Since my father started hitting my mother and I, I would run to the front and knock on the door many times. Basically, my mother-in-law opened the door every time. He knew what I came here for without me saying it. Every time I opened the door for me, I would directly let me go over. I quickly walked through the house and came to the door of the room of the grandmother and the grandmother. The raindrop-like knock echoed throughout the house. It was obviously very unhappy to be woken up at this time. Since my father changed, the old couple had never slept well again.

After knowing his identity, the grandmother quickly understood my purpose. I heard the sound of her getting up and putting on clothes. The grandmother should have changed angles and continued to sleep. He had not been in charge of the courtyard for a long time. It seemed that this family had nothing to do with him. In his eyes, the unscrupulous son and unscrupulous grandson were like ants in a pot of porridge. The grandmother followed my steps and slowly walked to the door of our house. The lights on the upper floor had gone out, and there was no sound inside from outside. At this moment, I was a little worried.

I opened the door and vaguely heard the woman's crying. The sound was obviously from my mother. I turned on the light and took the grandmother upstairs. My father was already lying on the bed alone and snoring. I followed the crying and turned on the light. I saw my mother with messy hair sitting alone beside my bed sobbing silently, as if something had hit me, and some bloodshot eyes.

The urinal in the living room was knocked over and wet the floor. The grandmother's rhythmic footsteps stepped on the urine on the ground. This sound made me very unhappy. She stepped forward and pushed her father. Seeing that she was not awake, she pushed her again. My father opened his eyes and wanted to curse the person who woke him up, but it was her grandmother who suppressed her temper:

"What are you here?" My father's tone was full of impatientness.

The grandmother found a stool and sat:

"What do you think I'm here? If you don't fight Pingping and Zhang Hua, I'll come to you so late. I'm so old, you can't let me save some time. That's your own wife and son. What did they do? You have to treat them like this. What's wrong with you now? Why are you like a different person?"

Father closed his eyes:

"It doesn't matter to you. I can't educate my own wife and children. Don't talk so much nonsense, hurry up and go to bed. I don't know why you, the old man, came here alone, are so nervous."

Grandma smacked her lips and showed a very disappointed expression:

"I am your grandmother, no matter how you say it, you are your elder. How can you talk to me like this? You don't respect me at all. I'm old, it's okay if you don't want this face. Your child is still young, and that's your own son. If you don't treat him like a human being every day, how can you do this?"

My father began to get a little angry:

"If you say it doesn't matter to you, don't talk so much nonsense. What does it have to do with you when I hit my own child? I can't educate him. You don't understand the principle of filial sons under the stick. You should go back early and don't be annoying here."

After saying that, he started calling my mother:

"Zhang Hua, Zhang Hua, where are you? Come out for me quickly!"

My mother buried her head between her legs and sobbed quietly, and ignored him as if she hadn't heard what my father said. Seeing that her cry had not responded, my father immediately lifted the quilt and stood up, and rushed into my room with only a pair of underwear. Seeing my mother sitting on the edge of the bed, she grabbed her hair:

"Did you not hear me? You are deaf?"

My mother was pulled like this by him, and tears kept falling. I knew how much he hoped that someone could save her at this moment, but I was still too young and I couldn't help her. I didn't know how desperate and regretful she was in her heart at this moment. It was also at that time that I secretly made up my mind that when I grew up, I must hit my father's face hard!

My mother's mouth was filled with pain and begging for her father, but her father had no intention of letting go. Until the grandmother walked to my room with great effort:

"You still want to hit her. You want to hit her. Come on, I will beat you with this old bone. If I beat you to death, I will be willing to do so. You will continue to hit Zhang Huano. Today, I will call your uncle to come and deal with you. You can try it today and continue to hit."

At this time, the sound of being opened sounded. Grandpa and the little grandpa entered the courtyard at the same time and soon walked upstairs. Grandpa should have gone to Xu Tao's house to gamble. After the little grandpa knew that the grandmother had come to the courtyard, Xu Tao took his grandpa back. After they came up, they were speechless when they saw this scene.

The young grandfather was very angry, but he couldn't do anything in front of his grandfather and just asked a few words to his father. In fact, grandfather was already used to this situation, and he was no different from his father's current appearance, so he didn't know what to say. Seeing that he had lost momentum, his father immediately put down his mother's hair and turned around and lay on his bed. Grandpa also went downstairs and didn't want to see this.

The little grandfather and grandmother stayed in my room to comfort my mother:

"Otherwise, you will take Pingping to the front to sleep today. If he still bullies you like this in the future, you will run to my house, and he will definitely have no choice. It is not a solution to keep going like this. Pingping looks bigger and bigger, and this kind of appearance will have a great impact on him."

My mother knew her father a little. He knew that things were like this, and it was basically peaceful in the second half of the night, so he chose to refuse. The grandmother and the young grandfather sighed:

"Then if he still bullies you, run to my house, don't forget."

Mother nodded:

"Thank you, uncle, it's getting late, you can go back and rest first."

She is a very kind woman. No matter how much she suffers, she will consider others. After she sent my grandfather and grandmother away, she pulled me to the kitchen and sat. The two of them sat like this and didn't know what to say. My mother thought for a long time and finally spoke:

"Pingping, if I divorce your dad, do you have any objection?"

Maybe the children living in such a family will mature earlier, and those children do not want their parents to be by their side. But I understand, I know that if the mother stays in this family like this, she will suffer nowhere. No one knows whether something will happen in the future. If she really thinks about leaving, I have no objection. I hope she can live a good life, at least she will have a happy life.

"I have no objection."

My mother nodded and looked at me with a loving look:

"But I can't bear to leave you. If I leave, who will take care of you? What if your father marrys a woman again and that woman bullies you? Pingping, do you know that you are the one I can't bear to leave the most in this family. My father and I have no relationship with each other. If it weren't for you, I would have left long ago, why should I stay in this place and be bullied like this? I regret it, I regret marrying your father, and I regret giving birth to you as much as I am."

I have been a very emotional person since I was a child. When I talked about this, I was already crying and sitting opposite my mother. She cried with regret and pain, and I cried with reluctance and the injustice of God. I raised my head and looked at her with tears:

"Mom, I can take care of myself. You can leave quickly. You can leave whenever you want. Don't be seen by my dad. Don't come back when you leave. Remember to write to me. Don't worry about me, I will take good care of myself. When I grow up, I will go to you to make money to support you, and you will not be bullied again."

My mother squeezed a little smile from the crying, and she touched my head:

"You go back to your room to sleep. I'll go up later. I'll sleep with you tonight."

I wiped my tears, nodded, and turned around and went to sleep.

After returning to the room, I closed the door and was filled with a sound in the quilt for a long time. Although I really hoped that my mother could leave this place, the reluctance in my heart was still self-evident. After crying for a long time, I heard the sound of the door being opened, followed by a sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets. After a long time, I felt a man crawling into my quilt and hugging my body. I felt that it was the warmth from my mother, and I slowly calmed down and fell asleep peacefully.

When I woke up the next day, my mother was no longer by my side, but my room was filled with bags of luggage and had not taken it away. I felt sad, but I forced myself to hold back my tears. I knew my mother had not left yet, but she was ready to leave. I don’t know what my reaction would be on the day she really left, but I know I would definitely not be an obstacle to her leaving.

My clothes were wet with the stuffy smoke from last night. I changed my clothes and hurriedly packed up my homework on the stool and rushed out to class before I finished my homework. If my father knew that I was late, it would be a stick to serve me again.

Since the MSG factory opened, there will be heavy fog in the village most of the mornings, and there will be no heavy fog in the five fingers. That was the morning that day, and I slowly walked to school in the direction of my memory. I remember very clearly that I was almost late that day, and my classmates had already handed in their homework and were preparing for morning reading. I carried my schoolbag and shouted a report and rushed in.

At this time, I realized that I had not finished my homework. The team leader walked up to me and asked me to do my homework. I looked at him awkwardly and slowly pulled out the unfinished homework from my schoolbag. The teacher saw my actions and walked to me, grabbed the homework book in my hand, and then slapped it on the table:

"You can't finish such a little homework. Why did you go home yesterday?"

Then, twist my ears and pull me out of the door:

"You bring your bench to the door and make up for your homework!"

The head teacher of the next class saw this scene and walked to the head teacher and whispered. The teacher and aunt were friends. She heard her aunt talk about my family. After hearing this, the head teacher sighed again, squatted down and went to me:

"Xu Shanping, you can finish the homework you have taken in the classroom. Write it for me before get out of class. Can you do it?"

I had tears in my eyes, but after I was forgiven, I nodded and didn't cry.

That was the first time my aunt was called to school. The teacher explained the situation to her, and the aunt also explained to the teacher what happened last night. It was the first time I heard the word "poor" from the teacher's mouth. I didn't think so at that time, but now I feel embarrassed when I think about it.

From that day on, things in our family spread in the school. My aunt originally had a kind intention to hope that the teacher would understand me. However, some playful classmates spread in the class and even in the school, and they called me poor kids. In fact, the one who was most excited should be Wei Li. From that day on, I became his "focus on focus".

Since then, I have a crazy father and a difficult family, which has become a label on my head. Everyone can't help but shake my head or smack my lips when I see me. Those ugly expressions make me feel outrageous.

"Oh, this isn't that poor person. I'm back to the classroom. Why are you going to the office? Have you been scolded by the head teacher again?"

Wei Li ran to me with a smile on his face, and after that, he made a grimace at me. I didn't want to pay attention to him, but just as I wanted to walk past him, he pushed me hard:

"Why are you like this? You ignore me when I talk to you. Are you polite?

I looked up at him, and he smiled even happier:

"Oh, what's wrong? Your little look is still trying to hit me, you little. Your dad is a waste, you are also a waste. You are a short winter melon, a short winter melon, a short winter melon."

I didn't know what to do, I knew I couldn't beat him, and I was speechless when he said that. I could only turn around and run to a corner without anyone and started crying. My aunt and the head teacher were chatting in the office, but no one noticed this thing that had been shamed for more than 20 years.

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