Before class, I returned to the classroom as required by the school, put my hands on the table, and pretended to look at the blackboard seriously. But no one knew what kind of pain I felt in my heart, and I didn't dare to look back. I was afraid that when I turned around, I would see Wei Li's laughing face, which was a complete ridicule of me.

The teacher didn't care about my facial expression or my fearful expression. He just went to class on his own. Before get out of class, I saw my aunt wave to me outside the classroom. I should have greeted him with a smile, but I just waved to him. The teacher wanted to scold me when he saw me doing this, but when he saw my aunt outside the window, he closed her slightly open mouth.

After class, I spread my legs and ran out. The whole class looked at me like a weirdo, not knowing why I suddenly acted like this. Since then, when I was in school, except for Xu Tao, I was almost alone. Both classmates and seniors thought I was a strange child and were unwilling to contact me.

At that time, I wished I could grow up soon, and I hoped that I could spend the six years of elementary school as soon as possible. Even if I just entered junior high school, I could not live such a torment in my life.

When I went home that day, I saw a familiar bicycle parked at the door of the courtyard. The bicycle was my aunt's. I quietly tiptoed into the courtyard and placed my schoolbag on the table at the gate. Walking through the corridor, I saw my aunt standing in the kitchen, opposite him was my father. My father looked angry, and my aunt seemed to be trying hard to explain something to him. I seemed to understand something, and I lowered my head and walked into the kitchen silently.

When my father saw me walking in, he quickly stood up and slapped me hard on my right face. The movement was so fast that my aunt didn't react. When she reached out to hold my father, I was already slapped back and hit the wall by the slap. The face hurts sharply, and the sound of my ears buzzing, and I was a little dizzy for a moment. My father raised his hand and pointed at me:

"Little beast, come here!"

I didn't dare to go against his wishes, so I had to walk to him. Before I could stand firm, my father's palm hit my face again, and it was in the same position. A sharp sound came from my ears. My aunt grabbed my father hard and pushed him onto the stool. I felt a salty warm current entering my mouth. I reached out and wiped it with my mouth. Bloody blood appeared in my palm. At this time, my aunt was reacting and quickly found a few pieces of paper to block my nostrils, then found a hot towel to wipe it.

After her father was pushed back to the stool, she stopped standing up and ignored me. She just looked at the newspaper on her own. The grandmother went outside to pick vegetables before. When she came back, she understood everything when she saw her aunt wiped me blood again:

"Minfeng, are you trying to hit me again? Are you nervous about something and want to hit the child again?"

My father put down the newspaper and looked at the grandmother:

"Just just now, Xu Ling came over and told me that this little bastard was late to school today and had not finished his homework. What did he do yesterday? He couldn't finish so much homework. You said you shouldn't be doing this?"

The grandmother knocked the crutch in her hand on the ground a few times:

"Don't you know why he didn't finish his homework yesterday? You tied him to a telephone pole, how did he finish his homework? It was obviously your own fault and he still had to hit him. Is there any water in your mind?"

The father looked at her impatiently:

"What's the matter with you? Here? If you cook, go to the front immediately. Xiaoling, please take your grandma back with you. Don't be annoying here."

When my aunt saw her brother become like this, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart for a moment. He didn't look like this before. My aunt lowered her head and sighed, threw the red-colored towel in her hand into the iron basin and rubbed it for a while. Then she looked at her father:

"Then don't beat the child anymore, I'll take my grandma over first."

My father nodded impatiently, and my aunt helped the grandmother out of the courtyard. For some reason, when these two people who could protect me left the courtyard, a sense of fear arose. Until the sound of the door being pushed open, my grandfather and my mother arrived home almost at the same time. The difference was that my grandfather just looked at me and entered his room, while my mother walked to me. He saw the remaining blood on my face and the water dyed red by a towel in the iron basin, she immediately stood up and walked to the kitchen and looked at my father pointing at me:

"What kind of nerves do you get to make the child look like this? You have eaten mad dog meat, you!"

The father looked up and stared at him:

"I can't beat him if he doesn't obey him? You will behave like me as soon as you come back. I think you don't want to have a peaceful life anymore, right?"

My mother shed tears in pain:

"Xu Minfeng, you actually have the attitude to tell me about your birthday. You don't want to have a birthday. Tell me, how many days I have spent with you, I have never done anything to be sorry for you. But what about you, just bully me, the child is still so young, you are so old every day, he is your biological son, you are just like this, how cruel you are to him?"

My father slapped the newspaper on the dining table, and the wine was shaken out of the cup, and he looked up and stared at his mother with vicious eyes:

"What did you say? You have never done anything that I am sorry for me? Whenever you quarrel, you will look for your sister. Whenever you quarrel, you will look for your sister. What do you think of me? Now your whole family treats me as a good thing? I am a man, the head of the family, what's wrong with my child? What's wrong with my own son? Ask him yourself, are you willing to be beaten by me?"

After saying this, he looked at me outside the window:

"Come on, Pingping, tell your mother, are you willing to be beaten by me?"

My mother looked at me with red eyes. I dared not resist my father. Zhide nodded, but my father stared at me and shouted at me:

"Tell me, you have no mouth!"

I had tears in my eyes:

"Yes, I was willing to be beaten by you."

My father seemed to be very dissatisfied. I lowered my head and looked at me. He rushed to me quickly and slapped me again. He slapped me off the paper that my aunt used to block my nose, and blood gushed out again.

"Why, why are you pouting? You are very dissatisfied. Are you dissatisfied if I hit you?"

When he said this, he pointed at my nose, and I held back my tears and said:

"Clothes."

My father pointed at me and looked in my mother's direction:

"Did you hear me? He said he was convinced. This is my son. Can't I hit him twice?"

My mother turned her head and couldn't bear to look at me and said in a low voice:

"You are so crazy Xu Mingfeng."

My father let me go, walked into the kitchen, walked over to my mother, put the cigarette and lighter on the table in his pocket, walked out, rode a motorcycle, and said to me before leaving:

"I can't eat this meal anymore. Wipe your nose and don't look very wronged. Go and have dinner with your mother. After you finish eating, finish your homework. If I hear that you haven't finished your homework, just wait for you."

I was relieved at this time. My mother walked up to me, twisted the towel in the iron basin and wiped my face, and then found a tissue to block my nose again. The mother and son were relieved. My mother touched my head with tears in her eyes:

"Okay, it's okay, you go to have a meal. I'll accompany you to finish your homework after dinner, go quickly."

At this time, my father probably went to Al'er's house to play cards. He was always there whenever he went out at this point. Grandpa would go earlier than him, and they didn't play at the same table.

My mother held my hand and sat on the dining table together. Only then did I cry, my heart was filled with grievances and twisted my facial features and internal organs. Tears dripped into the rice bowl in front of me, and the rice tasted a little salty when I ate it. My mother wiped the tears on my cheeks with her index finger. That was the first time I felt the changes in my mother's fingers.

It turned out that I had worked in such a factory for a long time and my fingers became rougher and rougher, but I didn't show any discomfort. I squeezed out a smile, grabbed a dish in the bowl and finished a bowl of rice. I turned around and walked out of the kitchen, took off the schoolbag on the table, turned on the fluorescent light at the gate, and piled them together with two benches. Because the space at the gate was really big, the fluorescent light could not make the space full of light.

I picked up the pencil rolling machine and placed the pencil in the hole in the middle. I sharpened the pen to a very sharp one and then drew the red stickers on the paper. That day, I no longer had the interest in playing and focused on doing my homework. At that time, homework was scarce, so I finished it soon. Although I saw that the words on the homework book were not at an excellent level, it was still no problem to be able to do it.

When my mother came out of the kitchen, I had finished writing my homework and was cleaning up the stationery. She smiled and praised me for my progress today and that I wrote my homework so quickly.

But just as I was packing up my stationery, I heard a familiar sound of the engine, and the light of the motorcycle quickly shone in from outside the window. My father pushed open the door and walked in front of my mother. My mother was frightened by him and turned back two times. There was a cigarette between my father's right index finger and middle finger:

"I'm playing at Al'er's house, and I've lost all the money. You lend me three hundred dollars and I'll give it to you tomorrow."

Mother turned her head and sighed:

"What do you say? I will ask me if I lose all my money. Where can I give you the money? The money I pay for in my ordinary school days. My salary is just that little, but you are a man who always says that you are the head of the family. I haven't seen you earn a penny, but now I ask me if you ask for money. You have lost all your money in the past, but you have never seen you return it to me. Where can I give you money now?"

Every time my father loses all his money, he doesn't show a fierce look:

"I really pay you back this time. Hurry up, people are still waiting for me. I will pay you back tomorrow with 300 yuan. I will save all the money I earn. Install solar energy in a few days and buy a TV to see if it's OK. Hurry up, people are really waiting for me."

My mother was afraid that if she didn't give it to him again, it would be unpleasant to show her father's fierce appearance later. So she took three hundred yuan from her pocket and gave it to him. My father took the money and threw the cigarette on the ground and stomped it out. She looked at me before going out:

"Oh, I wrote my homework very quickly today. I will bring you a bottle of Coke when I come back later."

Actually, my father gave me this impression. I can always give you a date after slapping you. But when I was a child, I never felt the warmth from fatherly love, so I felt that his little favor was a kind of happiness. I was just in pain and immediately became happy. I ran upstairs alone to play with the toys my grandmother bought for me. One of the greatest happiness when I was a child was from these toys, or to play with Xu Tao.

Just as I was seriously studying the robot's beating dinosaurs, I heard a strange sound from outside. It was the sound of a wooden stick hitting the iron plate, which was similar but also had some nice parts. The sound was a little hollow, and the lingering sound lasted slightly longer. Although each sound was the same, the listener couldn't help but be quiet. I put down the toy in my hand.

I walked to the balcony and looked out the window. The fiber outside was very dark. I only saw a blurry figure, a man poking on the ground with a wooden stick in his hand, and was hitting something. From the way he walked, I judged that he might be blind. Because he knocked very nicely, I lay down by the window and listened for a while until the sound disappeared. It was strange. I originally wanted to wait for him to walk to the street light at the corner of the road to see his back slightly, but as soon as he walked, I found that he had no shadow and could not see his back clearly. I don’t know if it was because of the principle of light, and I hadn’t touched physics when I was a child.

I rubbed my eyes and thought I was dazzled and walked back, but when I turned around, I took a breath of cold air. The living room door was open and I saw the door leading to the back room. Whenever I saw this door, I was always in a cold war. The door was like a person's face, not a kind-eyed look, but more like a strange and terrifying one. I vaguely seemed to see a white shadow at the door, but I didn't dare to look directly in that direction.

He had to lower his head and quickly run to his room, not daring to open his eyes, and shouting loudly at his mother.

My mother rushed upstairs when she heard my shout:

"What's wrong?"

I looked at her tremblingly, which would make me feel a little safe:

"I just saw someone in the corridor outside, a person wearing white clothes."

Mother turned around and walked to the front of the door and walked back:

"Where are there anyone? Pingping, you've read it wrong."
Chapter completed!