Ye Wang

Wild King Author: Flowing Clouds, Flying Dreams

brief introduction:

I found a godmother who taught me many things, including...

So my life began to be different and exciting.

I became a veritable wild king, and people called me the Night King.

Chapter 1 Father does not kiss, mother does not love

When I was six years old, three major events happened in our family. My grandfather was shot, my parents divorced, and my uncle went to jail.

These things seem to be unrelated, but in fact they are closely related.

My father and my mother divorced because my father knew that my grandfather had been shot, and my mother had no backing.

My uncle went to jail because my father and my mother divorced, and my father was beaten and disabled by my uncle.

And it's all about me.

The cause of the matter is this.

In 1990, my mother went to a karaoke dance hall to dance, but was followed by my father.

After my father got my mother drunk, he forcibly had sex with my mother, and I was conceived by my mother at this time.

My father never expected that my mother's background is very strong.

My grandfather is a well-known bastard in the local area.

My grandfather led someone to lock my dad in a dark room and almost beat him to death. It is said that he walked in vertically and was carried out horizontally.

In the 90s, it was very embarrassing to get pregnant out of wedlock, and my grandfather couldn't afford to lose this person.

My father married my mother because he was afraid that my grandfather would die.

The twisted melon is not sweet, and my dad is forced, so my dad and mom have no feelings at all.

Since I can remember, there hasn't been a day when they haven't quarreled, and they almost quarreled when they met.

My dad called my mom a broken shoe, and my mom called my dad a rapist.

Every time they quarreled at the most intense time, they could almost topple the roof.

But my dad never dared to do it.

My grandfather said that if his daughter loses a single hair, she will kill my father.

My father didn't dare to hit my mother, but he often vented his anger on my head, punching and kicking me every now and then.

Especially when my dad was drunk, he would take it out on me every time, his red eyes looked like a madman.

Once my dad was drunk and whipped me all over with a belt, calling me a bastard while whipping me.

My mother didn't care about me when she came back, she sat on the sofa with her legs crossed and looked at me and my dad indifferently, as if watching a monkey show.

I shouted loudly: "Mom! Mom!"

My mother ignored my shouting, took out a lady's cigarette, lit it, and smoked it leisurely, with a sneer on her face.

Not only that, my mother even sneered: "If you have the ability, you beat him to death!"

My dad became even angrier after hearing what my mother said, and pumped harder. He didn't put down the belt in his hand until he was sweating profusely.

But I was only five years old at that time.

In the eyes of my father and mother, especially my father, I am not only superfluous, but also a burden.

Since then, every time I see my dad, I hide like a mouse from a cat.

This miserable childhood finally came to an end when I was six years old.

My grandfather locked the creditor in a dark room and beat him to death because he was collecting debts for others.

In fact, it should be said that it was tortured to death.

It is said that when the creditor was carried out of the house, his face was beyond recognition.

Because of the cruel means, my grandfather was sentenced to death and executed immediately.

On the day my grandfather was executed, my father grabbed my mother by the hair, beat my mother with bruises all over her body, and took her to the Civil Affairs Bureau to forcefully handle the divorce procedures.

After my uncle found out about this, he led his men to beat my father to a cripple in the dance hall that night.

My uncle was taken to jail.

I still remember clearly, when I found out that my grandfather died and my father became disabled, I rubbed my hands together excitedly.

Because these two people are simply demons in my mind, I don't have to be beaten anymore.

Soon, I went to primary school.

My classmates laughed at me and called me all kinds of nicknames. They called me the son of the rapist, the grandson of the murderer, and the violent nephew.

One of the things that annoyed me the most was when they called me a bastard.

For this reason, I often fight with my classmates. Either my nose is bruised and my face is swollen, or I am beaten by others.

Because of the fights, the teacher often asked me to call my parents.

At the beginning my mother still went, but later she stopped going because she felt ashamed, and even in the end, whenever I fought, no matter whether it was justified or not, my mother would beat me up.

I hate my mother in my heart, I hate how I was born in such a family.

I secretly made up my mind in my heart that when I grow up, I must leave this home without fatherly love and motherly love.

Before I knew it, primary school time passed, and I went to junior high school.

I went to junior high school in another place, which is what I wish for.

No one ever knew that my grandfather was a murderer, my father was a rapist, and I was born out of wedlock.

No one is pointing fingers behind my back anymore.

It can be said that I feel that the whole world is full of thriving hope.

The one at the table with me is a very, very beautiful girl named Ma Jiao.

Probably because I grew up and started to develop, I developed a good impression of Ma Jiao in my ignorance, and I always looked for opportunities to talk to her.