"Dad, I got into a fight!" When I got home, I said to my dad who was lying on the sofa watching TV.【@】

"Okay!" Dad sat up from the sofa excitedly, but when he saw my face full of flowers, he frowned and asked, "Who beat whom?"

"They beat me!" I told the truth.

"Son, what's going on?" My mother happened to come back from get off work, and when she saw my face, she shouted in surprise.

"Let someone beat me!" I told him truthfully.

"Who hit me? Let's go. Mom will take you to his house!" Mom grabbed my arm and started to leave.

"Come back!" Dad shouted: "You were beaten, and you licked your face to find someone else. It's embarrassing!"

Mom said nothing, shook her head and went into the house to change clothes.

"Say, what's going on?" Dad roughly pulled me to him.

"I was having a good time playing ball, but Meng Xinyu made trouble, so we started fighting." I pursed my lips and said, feeling a little aggrieved and wanting to cry.

"Look at your sex." Dad put me down on his lap, took off my pants, and exposed my little white butt: "How did I give birth to such a useless thing like you?"

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After my father finished speaking, he slapped me on my buttocks. I cried and howled as hard as I could at my mother's house.

"Why are you beating your child?" My mother rushed out like crazy and snatched me out of my father's clutches.

I hid behind my mother and cried, my nose bubbles came out, it really hurt, it started on my face, and now my butt hurts too.

"Hold it back!" Dad glared at me and yelled. I shut up and held it in, twitching and twitching.

"There's something wrong with you. When your child was beaten, you didn't comfort him, but you still beat him!" When my mother glared, my father shrank his neck.

"This is not my son, look at who I have been bullied since I was a child!" Dad said.

"Yes, you have never been bullied, but you are the one bullying others!" My mother poked my father in the forehead with her finger: "You want our Wang Hui to be like you, you big hooligan!"

"I'm in charge of the children, so don't keep interfering." My father said softly to my mother, and then waved to me: "Come here!"

I grabbed my mother's clothes and didn't dare to go. My mother pulled me and said, "It's okay, mom is here!"

I stood in front of my dad again tremblingly.

"Why did someone beat you? Why didn't you hit them?" Dad's tone became lighter.

"He is in the third grade of junior high school. He is two years older than me. He is taller and stronger!" I wanted to cry again, so wronged.

"What's wrong? If you can't beat him, just hit him on the head with a stool when he's not paying attention. If it's damaged, I'll pay you for it, remember?" Dad glared again, and I

Didn't dare to cry.

"Remember!" Although I knew I wouldn't dare to do that, I still honestly agreed to my dad's request.

"I'm teaching my children blindly." My mother gave my father a blank look, touched my head and said, "Son, mom will prepare some delicious food for you!"

At night, I couldn't sleep. My face was covered with bloody streaks from Meng Xinyu's scratches. It was very itchy, but I didn't dare to scratch it for fear of losing my appearance. My buttocks still hurt. My dad had horizontal lines on both hands.

Mom said that people with horizontal stripes hit others very hard, and I believe that.

I'm very thirsty. My mother's food is salty. I want to go to the living room to drink a glass of water.

"Whoosh..."

"Pa..."

"Hmm...Hmm..." This was my mother's voice, which seemed to come out while holding in her throat.

"Huh... Huh..." This is my father's heavy breathing.

As soon as I came to the living room, I heard such a noise coming from my parents' house. Based on my experience, I knew that the "squeaking" sound was the sound of the mattress in their house, because I took advantage of it.

When they were not at home, they played on the "trampoline" there, and this was what happened.

But I don't know what's going on with the "snap" sound. Could it be that my dad and my mom were fighting? This sound is similar to the sound of my dad spanking me, it's the sound of physical impact.

It shouldn’t be. Although my dad is a big-hearted person and is a feared boss outside, when he comes home, what he fears most is my mom. On TV, they say this is called “harmonious control of the wife.”

As far back as I can remember, I have never seen my father dare to hit my mother.

I put my ear to the door, hesitating whether to go in and have a look and try to calm them down.

"Well!"

Inside the room, my dad groaned, and the "squeaking" and "squeaking" sounds stopped.

Could it be that my mother was beating my father to avenge me?

I snickered and decided to listen again.

"It's so fast, it's useless!" This was my mother's voice. Although the voice was very low, I could hear it.

"Maybe I drank too much." Dad's voice sounded tired.

"Why did you drink too much? It's because you can't do it. It's so exciting to spank the child, but it's so annoying when you get to bed!" The mother's voice was slightly higher.

"Keep your voice down, don't let the kids hear you!" Dad said in a choked voice.

After hearing this, I was still confused. I roughly understood something, but I couldn't grasp the specific content of how they operate.

"I've fallen asleep a long time ago, so I can't hear you." My mother's voice became softer again: "You think you are sick? Our son was beaten. You didn't help to vent your anger, but you also beat my son. What are you doing?

Isn’t there a lot of cool people out there?”

"You don't understand. Our son is too cowardly and is always bullied at school. I am here to teach him. Otherwise, you said that I, Lao Wang, am also a big figure in the city, but my son is a weakling.

It's embarrassing to go out!" Dad gasped and said.

"They are just like you. Everyone outside is scared when they see him, so that's good? My son studies well, that's enough!" The mother's voice was full of pride.

"I didn't say he must be like me, but don't you feel bad for him being bullied every now and then? Besides, boys have to be tougher!" Dad said.

"Yes, you said that our son is good at everything, studies well, is good-looking, and is prettier than many little girls, but his personality is just like that of a little girl, and he doesn't follow us at all." Mom sighed.

Said angrily.

"You've been used to it since childhood, right? No, I think I need to change my son's school, let him stay, and train him!" When my father said this, I was shocked.

"What, changing schools? Are you crazy? Our son's No. 7 Middle School is a key school!" Mom's voice became louder again.

I nodded desperately outside, calling in my heart, Mom, you must not agree.

"What's the use of just studying well? You have to learn to be independent. Besides, as long as you are willing to learn, it doesn't matter which school you go to!"

"Then which school do you want to change him to?"

"I've thought about it, and I'll go to No. 9 Middle School!"

"What, Ninth Middle School?" My mother's voice was full of anxiety: "Something happened to that school. All the people who came out were gangsters. You want to harm my son!"

"Anyone who said it was a bastard. I thought I graduated from No. 9 Middle School. That was my alma mater!" Dad's voice revealed a trace of yearning.

"Yes, you are not a young gangster, you are an old gangster. I don't agree!" My mother was very decisive, which made me feel at ease.

"What's wrong with the old gangster? I'm doing quite well now, and I have a lot of little brothers. Who dares to mess with me in this city!" Dad boasted proudly at first, and then said softly: "I just want my son to

Go to No. 9 Middle School and train like a real man. You will be able to gain a foothold in society in the future, or you will be like a girl in the future. Aren't you worried?"

"I'm thinking about it." My mother finally said this, and I went back to the house, worried to death.

"Son, come here!" Three days later, as soon as I entered the house, my father called me in front of him.

I timidly came to the sofa, feeling not very good.

"Is it time for you to have a holiday this semester?" Dad asked me as he lit a cigarette.

"Yes, soon." I said.

"Hey, Xiaohui is out of school!" Uncle Zhao came out of the kitchen at my house, still wearing an apron. He is my dad's little brother and is very good at cooking. He often comes to my house to cook and drink with my dad.

"Uncle Zhao!" I greeted politely.

"It's time for Xiaohui to take summer vacation?" Uncle Zhao said with a smile.

"Hmm." I said.

"Don't be bored at home during the holidays. Practice boxing with Uncle Zhao every day and learn how to fight. You will be in good health!" Uncle Zhao touched my head and went into the kitchen again.

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"Let me tell you something!" Dad said to me casually while looking at the TV.

"Oh." I hurriedly listened carefully, even more focused than in class.

"When you don't go to No. 7 Middle School next semester, I'll transfer you to another school." Dad's tone was still so casual and understated.

"Where are you going?" I knew it was probably Dad's alma mater, No. 9 Middle School.

"Go to No. 9 Middle School, and you have to live on campus!" Dad's tone did not allow for negotiation.

"Okay." If my father obeyed my mother's words, then I was submissive in front of my father and did not dare to disobey.

But my mother usually dotes on me very much, so I decided to discuss it with my mother and not go to No. 9 Middle School.

dinner.
To be continued...