After being slag, I counterattacked

When Liang Anmo was in college, Su Jinhe helped her, and indeed made her father settle down for a while.

After Liang Anmo left the country, Liang's father could no longer touch anyone, and those people withdrew.

She went there for a few years, but Su Jinhe didn't hear from her when she came back. Jiang Xichen helped her with the bursary, and completed her studies by herself according to the contract. She exists to work for him, so what position does she have to let him share his worries?

Of course, when she came back from abroad, she didn't go back to the home that she didn't want to return in her dreams. Instead, she chose to rent a house outside and only visited her mother secretly, because she knew how terrible it was to be known by her father.

At first she pretended that she was still abroad, and indeed she lived a relatively peaceful life for a while.But there has never been an impenetrable wall in the world, Xuehai is only this big, and Liang's father didn't know where he got the news of his return to China, so the nightmare that had been haunting her in the dream became reality again.

Now that her mother blames her, she actually understands how desperate she is, so she is determined to send her biological father to prison.

Liang Anmo didn't speak anymore, and it's not that she didn't try to change her mother's mind before, but no matter what she said, it was useless.

In short, she wanted to get rid of her father's endless entanglement, and this was the only feasible way she could think of.

"An Mo, can we not sue him?" Liang's mother still asked persistently.

"Don't sue? Who will pay back the money he owes?" Liang Anmo asked.

"Why don't you borrow some money from Mrs. Jiang first?" She knew that her daughter had a good relationship with Su Jinhe.

"And what about next time? He continues to gamble? Shall I borrow it again?" She wasn't that thick-skinned.

Mother Liang was left speechless by the question.

"Mom, let him go to jail. At least inside, the debt can be repaid, and his life can be saved, and he won't owe any new gambling debts."

Liang's father is a bottomless pit, he gambles big when he has money, and gambles when he has no money.When Liang Anmo returned to China, he thought his daughter's annual salary was tens of millions, so the bets became bigger and bigger, and she was really overwhelmed.

She couldn't get it out, so he even pointed at the door of the clubhouse and asked her to sell it, saying that she got it back in one night with such a part-time job, so it's really not her fault for being cruel.

"If he comes out, he will kill us." Mother Liang said.

She didn't make alarmist remarks. Father Liang really did it.

Like Liang Anmo, she has also been beaten for more than 20 years since she got married. The pain has already been carved into her bones, and she is even more afraid than Liang Anmo.

"Mom, whether you win or lose the case, I'll send you out of here." Get rid of your father completely.

Liang's mother was surprised, no, she was shocked: "You mean to leave Xuehai?" Obviously, she had never dreamed of it in her life.

Liang Anmo nodded.

She looked calm and composed, as if she had thought about it for a long time.

"No, I can't do it!" Unexpectedly, Liang's mother, who had always had no opinions, firmly refused this time.

"Why??" Liang Anmo looked at his mother incomprehensibly.

"You and your father are not here, I'm afraid." Liang's mother murmured.

"Is it more scary than being beaten every day?" Liang Anmo asked.

The most bizarre thing is that the mother nodded.

A sense of powerlessness since childhood came to my heart, and Liang Anmo didn't say anything more about persuasion.

Not saying it doesn't mean changing her mind, she decided to win the lawsuit first.She was also tired today. After tidying up the house, she rested on the bed with her mother.

It was so late at night, and dogs barked outside from time to time.Perhaps too tired, Liang Anmo closed his eyes and fell asleep unknowingly.

But the dream was far from the tranquility of waking up, but it was all the father's punching and kicking, and the mother's crying and begging.

She was often beaten with bruises and bruises on her face, coughed so hard that she hunched over, and was scolded even when she couldn't stand still, and got up to cook for her drunken husband.

It has been like that since the beginning of memory, and Liang Anmo has never enjoyed a day of so-called fatherly love. When he was three or four years old, he often slept until midnight, and then he was picked up by his drunken father and thrown away mercilessly like a chicken. to the yard.

No matter it is windy and rainy, or it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, the sound of wine bottles being thrown and men cursing are constantly heard in the room.

Really, what she listened to the most in her life was swear words, from childhood to adulthood.

She didn't even have the right to cover her ears.

"Little bastard, loser, little bastard? Why don't you die?" Accompanied by the swearing, his fists or feet landed on her young body one after another.

She finally grew to be more than six years old. She had never been to kindergarten, so she went directly to elementary school.

"What's the use of studying? It's for me to make money."

"Can these messy books be eaten?"

"Just like your mother, frustrated!"

Father Liang's attitude never changed. One day when it was raining outside, she secretly covered her homework with a flashlight under the quilt, but Father Liang still found out and took her out.

She remembered that the wind was so strong that day, she was thrown in the yard, her clothes were wet by the stagnant water, and the rain washed her face.

Liang Anmo cried, not because of the pain on his body, but because of the unfinished homework.

When she just started school, she understood that there are gangs among children.

Because she was poorly dressed, had no foundation, and had poor grades, she didn't want to play with her at all.

Because Liang's father did not allow her to do homework, the teacher's continuous criticism had already made her feel excluded.

No one can understand the helplessness of a 6-year-old child, which is different and more lonely than her shuttling between adults.

But her grievance can only be exchanged for her father to curse more fiercely.If it wasn't for the heavy wind and rain, Liang's father would be soaked in the rain lazily, and a severe beating would be unavoidable.

But even so, it was a bowl thrown out that hit her on the forehead that made her stop crying.

Father Liang finally went back to bed after venting.

Liang Anmo got up from the stagnant water with blood still dripping from his head, so he had to move the eaves down to hide from the rain.

Because it was too cold, I could only shiver in a corner.

After an unknown amount of time, the window was quietly opened, and Liang's mother secretly threw out a raincoat without daring to say a word.

She developed a high fever the next day, but Ma Ma didn't even have the money to buy medicine, so she had to boil water with scallions and ginger slices for her to drink.

It's hard to imagine that the students in the school would frown and feel disgusted after taking the fruit-flavored medicine.Liang Anmo drank this without even frowning.

Mother Liang hugged her distressedly and cried, apologizing to her all the time, saying, "I'm sorry."

At that moment, Liang Anmo felt a mother's love, curled up in her arms, and asked, "Mom, shall we go together?"

That wasn't the first time she had such an idea, but it was the first time she made a bold plea.

Mother Liang shook her head and refused without thinking.

There was a man cursing in the room, Liang's mother left her without hesitation, and ran in to serve the drunk man, even though he was beaten up...