"Okay, let's not say so much about our brothers."

Chen Fa looked at the chubby man in front of him and couldn't help feeling a warmth in his heart.

On the Blue Star.

He doesn't care about everyone, he only cares about such a person.

He came from a relatively special family.

My father was addicted to alcohol and gambling, and my mother was on the stage to spend money.

His father was just a guest of his mother's past. After a fire broke out, the two of them also came together.

I just didn’t apply for a marriage certificate, let alone a wedding.

In that time, I would be just having sex.

It's only a day to be able to be able to be a day.

And he was born under this situation.

When he first remembered, he didn't know the difference between his family and other people's families. He just felt that when he was playing with his peers, he would always gain some contempt and sneer.

But after all, I am young and don’t remember anything, and I don’t care much about it.

When he truly realizes that his family is different from other people's families.

It was in the fourth grade.

That day, a female deskmate he had been secretly in love with had suddenly asked him curiously during the get out of class time.

"Chen Fa, why do you have so bruises on your body every day?"

He remembered that he was slightly stunned at that time and said in confusion: "Don't your parents beat you?"

"Try it, after I went back from the last exam, they hit me."

"But I only have to beat it once a while, so I can't be covered in bruises every day like you. Now every time you enter the class in the morning, your classmates will guess if there will be a little more bruises on your body."

"oh."

He remembered that he felt a little embarrassed at that time, so he told a joke and made a comeback.

I remember that get out of class was over that day.

It was so long that when he felt the whole class staring at him and sneering, making his face blush and hot, the class ringtone finally rang.

That was the first time he was listening so seriously in class.

Even though he didn't listen to a word, he even hoped that the class would go on forever that day.

When he returned home from school that day, he took a few deep breaths at the door before quietly pushing the door and preparing to return to his house.

However, as soon as I entered the house, I saw my drunk father sitting on the sofa staring at him.

Seeing that his hands were empty and his cheeks were already red, his father was immediately angry and rushed up, sprinting heavily and kicked him in the stomach.

"Mom, bastard, I'll ask you to buy a bottle of wine from school."

"You're just talking about my words, right?"

"ah?"

"I worked hard to support you to go to school, but you just repay me like this. I can't even buy a bottle of wine for me?"

"What's the use of me asking you for a waste?"

"Ah? What's the use of telling me I want you as a waste?"

He remembered that day his father's feet were particularly powerful, and he could only curl up in the corners of the walls and doors, feeling the punches and kicks from his body, while the pain and grievances made the tears in the corners of his eyes unable to control the flow of tears.

"Stop hitting, dad, I'm in pain."

"My mother said she had no money, she didn't give me money, I didn't have money to buy it."

"Dad, stop hitting me, woo, I was wrong."

"No money?"

My father seemed to be angry at this sentence, and he raised his foot and kicked him hard in the abdomen. The severe pain made him curled up behind the door, and he could only hope that his father could stop early.

"No money? Your mom said he didn't have money?"

"Where did your mother go to sell the money?"

"ah?"

"Don't think I don't know. You are not my seed at all. You are the one born of a beast."

And at this time.

My mother, who was sleeping during the day and preparing to go to work at night, was woken up by the noise and rushed out of the house.

After seeing this scene.

Without saying a word, he rushed up, tearing his father's hair, and began to roar with excitement.

"What else would you do except to vent your anger on your son?"

"If you have the ability, you fucking money."

"You are not fucking relying on my mother's sales and payment to support you. If you are really a man, you can go out and earn money for me!"

"What else would you do except for being arrogant?"

He can't remember the rest.

He only remembered that day after he got up from the ground, he hugged his legs and put his schoolbag in his arms and sat in the horns, leaning against the horns and looking at his mother and father who were fighting in front of him.

The severe pain on his body came faintly, making him feel a little uncomfortable.

Looking at the homework test paper left by the Chinese teacher next to me, I was torn into pieces in half during the beating just now.

I couldn't help but bury my head in my knees and started crying.

He remembered that he cried loudly that day.

He didn't know why he was crying, whether it was because of pain, grievance, or because he was scolded by the teacher for being afraid of not being able to complete his homework tomorrow. In short, he couldn't help but feel emotionally broken and sat in the corner with his head in his arms, and started crying loudly as he heard the thumping in his ears.

He is stupid.

He also tried to listen carefully in class, but he just couldn't be like an excellent child in the class, and could get high scores easily through exams.

It's obviously a very simple question, but he just can't solve it.

I have to admit that there are people in this world who are geniuses, but more of them are ordinary people.

And he is that ordinary person.

When class comes out, he always sits in his seat blankly, looks at the classmates around him, and rushes downstairs in groups to the convenience store to buy a bag of spicy strips and a bag of juice wrapped in sealed plastic bags.

After returning to the classroom, they started to share snacks while fighting with each other.

Actually, he also wants to eat it.

It looked really delicious. The red and oily spicy strips made him imagine how delicious it would be if the spicy strip could be in his mouth just after just a glance.

However, he has no money.

My classmates often share spicy strips with him, but he always smiled and shook his head, saying that he didn't want to eat them.

Actually, he really wants to eat it, but he dare not.

If he eats that spicy strip, he will definitely buy spicy strips to share with everyone in the future, and he can't afford it.

He dared not eat it.

At this time, he always buried his head on the table and pretended to sleep, but he couldn't sleep at all.

It’s not that I’m sleepy, but that I subconsciously want to avoid this lively atmosphere.

I heard the lively laughter and hilarious sounds coming from around me.

I always feel a little sad inside, as if it is out of place.

When I grow up, I realize that it is a feeling of loneliness brought about by being abandoned by the world.

However, a semester always passes quickly.

The midterm exam is here.

When he returned home with a math paper with only 46 points and a Chinese paper with only 67 points.

Didn't go to bed right away.

Instead, he glanced at his father who was sleeping on the sofa, carefully put his schoolbag into his room, and then ran to the flower bed downstairs to pick a few roses and come back.

I set an alarm clock for myself at six in the morning with a bear-shaped alarm clock on the bedside.

The alarm clock was a birthday gift from his mother when he was in the first grade.

My father was drunk and drowsy all year round, while my mother often fell asleep when she came home in the early morning. No one would wake him up. This alarm clock accompanied him throughout his childhood.

He likes this bear-shaped alarm clock very much and looks very cute.

...

The alarm clock rang.

After rubbing his eyes hard, he got up from the bed, carefully trying not to make any noise, and burned an electric pot with a hot pot and boiled water.

Wait patiently in the house.

More than ten minutes later, the door opened outside the house.

My mother, who had a tired face, had a small bag, came back from get off work and opened the lock into the house, threw her high heels at the door, and prepared to walk towards the house.
Chapter completed!