In the evening.

Tourist towns on the edge of the border.

In a spacious street, there are all kinds of small jewelry, and small vendors pushing carts are warmly entertaining tourists.

The windmill was rotating on the cart.

A middle-aged man with a limp legs smiled and introduced: "Ten yuan per person, very cheap, just watch it and choose whatever you want!"

Several foreign tourists were looking at a handmade doll, several Buddhist bead chains, as well as various local exquisite craftsmen jewelry with interest.

"How much does this cost!"

The lame boss grinned and said, "This one is purely hand-carved by us, this one costs sixty-eight!"

“Sixty-eight?”

“It’s a bit expensive!”

At this moment, the aunt next to her suddenly ran over nervously and said, "Oh, why are you still here? Yanbin started fighting with others again."

Hearing this, the lame boss was immediately anxious.

He couldn't help but curse, "This brat, I know that it's causing trouble!"

He held back his temper, picked up the feather duster next to him, and said to the aunt: "Auntie Liu, please watch me first, I'll catch that brat!"

After saying that, he turned around and left.

I just took two steps and remembered it, but I haven't asked clearly where to fight.

Aunt Liu was also laughing and crying: "By the river, in the playground by the river."

The lame boss is named Xu Hubing. Because his wife died of serious illness for ten years, he left the child to the elderly at home to take care of him, and no one cared about him.

This has led to the extremely naughty now.

It would be fine if you don’t go to school well, but you often cause trouble.

Either they skip school or fight, or they break other people's glass and steal fruits from the fields.

He made up his mind with a stern face and must teach that brat a lesson this time, otherwise he would be lawless.

...

On the playground by the river.

Many teenage children watched the four people tangled and fought together on the roadside.

Everyone pointed and pointed.

A student in school uniform pointed to one of the fights and said, "It's Xu Yanbin!"

"He really skipped class and came out to play football again!"

The students next to them smiled and said, "He can't study anyway."

"Just fight is OK!"

"It is said that whenever his father is mentioned, he will fight with others!"

The student watching from afar said with a teasing smile: "That's no wonder, it's because his father used to play fake football and his legs were broken by someone. Everyone in the village knew about it."

"No slandering him!"

A girl next to her said funny: "Xu Yanbin also likes to play football. Would he also want to be a player?"

"Impossible!" The tall and thin classmate wearing glasses smiled and mocked: "His father is playing fake football, who dares to ask him?"

"It's because of these people in the national football team that it's so trash!"

At this moment, Xu Yanbin, who was fighting with three boys of similar age in the playground, was covered in dust and his clothes were torn.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his face was red and swollen and blue.

It is probably because there are too many fights, so it is very ruthless when fighting.

One beat three, although they were covered in scars, they were not too miserable. Instead, the other three looked at him with some fear.

One of them was relatively thin and looked like a child who was only about fourteen years old was beaten the most.

Xu Yanbin rode under his butt directly.

The parents of the child who finally fought also arrived. Aunt Song cursed and said, "Oh, what are you doing?"

"Quick, hurry!"

“Relax!”

Aunt Song went up and pulled Xu Yanbin away, unable to resist criticizing, "What are you doing?"

Xu Yanbin gasped heavily. He looked at the other party's parents with some timidity, and saw his father in the crowd with his fierce expression.

Immediately ran away.

"stop!"

My father limped and turned forward, pointed at the brat with a feather duster and said, "I'm fighting again!"

Everyone around was talking, looking at the lame man with various eyes.

Those high school students dare not say bad things about others in person.

"Boy, still run?"

"I see where you go!"

"Don't go home if you have the ability!"

His father Xu Hubing was so angry that he sighed and looked at the other three children who participated in the fight.

He took the initiative to go forward and asked, "Are you okay?"

The two children seemed to know that they were in the wrong, so they didn't dare to respond. They shook their heads and fled with their butts.

Aunt Song couldn't help but scold, "You said, why did the fight start?"

The child lowered his head and gritted his teeth, did not dare to say anything, and glanced at the man with a lame legs holding a feather duster next to him.

"Say it!"

Aunt Song was also anxious. Why was this child so stupid that he didn't dare to speak after being beaten?

She glanced at Xu Hubing with a very bad temper, and obviously nagged with disgust: "Oh, you really have any father, you have any son."

"The dragon gives birth to a dragon, the phoenix gives birth to a phoenix, and the mouse son can dig holes!"

After saying this, she pulled her son and turned away...

Xu Hubing stood there in a daze, gritted his teeth but said nothing more. He lowered his head and clenched his fists. In the end, there was no way, so he could only take a look at the direction where his son disappeared.

...

It was finally nine o'clock in the evening.

The sky was completely dark.

Xu Hubing prepared the meal at home, but couldn't wait for the brat to come home.

Seeing that it was getting light rain outside, he was a little worried again.

Finally, half an hour later, Xu Yanbin, who was soaked all over, ran back. The father and son looked at each other, and before they could speak.

Xu Yanbin gritted his teeth and went back to the room, slamming the door.

Xu Hubing frowned vigorously, and he knocked on the door with a stern face: "Open the door, why did you fight again today?"

"Also, the teacher said you haven't been to class recently."

"What's going on!"

He couldn't help but scold, "Do you know how much tuition you have to pay every year to support you in school?"

"I……"

The old father hasn't finished speaking yet.

Then I heard the child in the room cry loudly, "Then I won't read it anymore, I won't read it anymore!"

"I don't read it anymore!"

Xu Hubing was so sorry that he was not strong enough.

If it weren't for this, I would have gone in and beaten this brat, but now I'm older.

The children are sixteen years old, and it is not a solution to keep doing this.

He sighed and asked in a gentle tone: "You can do it if you don't miss it, just don't blame me in the future."

"If you don't have a diploma, you will suffer sooner or later. It will be too late when you know it!"

"Your dad just suffered from not studying. Now he can only set up a street stall and make some money to make a living!"

At this point, there was a sudden click.
To be continued...