He felt that he had become smaller and returned to the old house full of memories when he was a child.
It was a very grand, small foreign building.
The style is very similar to the villas in the French Concession in the old days. It is very large and the rooms are very spacious. The decorative styles inside are all European, with long tassels, various carved lines, and even tables, chairs, and benches.
Exquisite...
Xiao Xiaoyan sent a voice to sit in the exquisite big chair.
He was still young at that time, at the age of three or four!
He was wearing a small white shirt, a small black bow tie on his neck, black shorts underneath, and two thin straps hanging.
I shaved a mushroom head and covered my forehead like a watermelon peel.
He didn't like it a little because his long bangs always made him feel uncomfortable.
He would habitually grab it with his hands, but every time he would be thug by his mother persistently, warning him: "Speak quietly, be dignified!"
What is dignity?
But being dignified is uncomfortable. For a child of three or four years old, that is too restrictive.
But soon he discovered that as long as he was not dignified, his mother would be unhappy, so he was always dignified in front of his mother.
But as long as my mother is not here, he will be the little devil in the house when he turns around.
The four-year-old child is naughty, and every part of his family will become his adventure territory. He is like a mountain patrol king, patrolling from room to room.
Finally one day, when he was climbing into his grandfather's study, he heard a strange sound.
That sound, it seemed like someone was crying?
He crawled over, quietly emerged a head, hung it by the door and looked inside...
When he saw the crying man, it was actually his father?
He also saw his grandfather holding a long family method, which was a braided whip made by a century-old mangled with a secret method.
Every time you whip down, your skin will bloom.
The little naughty boy who was originally very brave suddenly cried. He knelt at the door, tears crawling over his little face. He reached out and called his father, but when his father turned his face, he looked panicked.
.
Because of the pain, his face burst into tears. How could he have the integrity and dignity of his usual training of prisoners?
The little naughty egg crawled towards his father and subconsciously reached out to touch his father's face, but the moment his fingertips touched his father's cheek, his father, who was originally kneeling on the ground, suddenly jumped up.
A three or four-year-old child was kicked into the corner with a sweeping leg.
The pain of the broken ribs, the naughty little egg vomited a mouthful of blood, and the pain was so that it shrank into the corner and shivered.
Then, he heard the sound of family law being thrown, mixed with grandpa's tyrannical curse...
"You can stand your compassion, dare you to whisper in front of me? Are you mocking me? If I want my son, you will hit your son? OK, I will fulfill your wishes today and kill you?"
"Do you admit your mistake? Do you admit your mistake?"
"You think you can do whatever you want after you follow my surname Yan. I am not dead yet. You want to usurp the throne by ten thousand years."
The weak child, curled up in the corner of the wall, watched his father rolling all over the ground in the blood he spit out...
She was in great pain, but she still stretched out her hand to her father weakly, trying to touch him, and asking her grandfather not to hit her father, not to hit her...
Later, he heard the sound of his mother breaking in.
My mother hugged herself and cried loudly, shouting to call an ambulance. The ambulance came. He was carried by his mother in a daze and got into the ambulance, but he never saw his father getting into the car. This chapter has been completed!