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What happened.

After arriving home, my mother finally broke out.She pulled the hem of my school uniform, threw me on the sofa, and picked up a chicken feather sheet to beat me. She didn't know how to beat me. Sometimes it hit the tender skin. I wish I could faint. After a while, she finally vented her anger and started the real punishment.

I bent over the armrest of the sofa, in a shameful posture, and the lowered school uniform pants could not cover the butterflies on my lower back. My mother hit my tattoo with a duster and scolded: "You actually have tattoos, What the hell did you do at school?"

I couldn't bear the blow of the duster, and I straightened up from the armrest of the sofa, but my waist was not completely straight, and I was beaten back to the original position by my mother's duster, and a calm voice came from behind: "I hit you 30 strokes, you reflect on what you have done recently, and then we start the real punishment."

Her flat tone seemed to have nothing to do with her, and it seemed that the girl she had slapped indiscriminately was not her daughter.

The duster was pulled down quickly and forcefully. Even though I was separated by a layer of pants, I still felt its intimidating power. . .Twice. . .Three times. . .My mother smoked regularly, not in a hurry, but it brought me desperate pain.The wounds from being beaten by Chen Yuanfei and the others haven’t healed yet, but now I’m facing such violence, I just feel the skin behind me is red, swollen and hot at a visible speed. Every time the duster is pulled off, it’s like a group of insects are biting my skin skin, 9. . . 10. . . 11. . .I couldn't help crying, this was the last thing I wanted to do, subconsciously felt that this was like giving in, but the pain behind me was getting worse, as if it was going to take my skin off.Ah!I felt this way just a dozen times ago, so wouldn't I be beaten to death today? 17. . . 18. . . 19. . .The duster still maintains the previous frequency and falls on the small area behind me. No matter where it is drawn, it is the place where it was drawn before. The pain is covered together, as if it is not a superposition but a square relationship, 28. . . 29. . . 30. . .The whipping stopped behind me, my clothes were already wet with sweat, and the originally beautiful Liu Hai stuck to my forehead, I managed to survive it, I thought.

My mother must be going to fulfill what she just said. She pulled me by the collar of my school uniform, turned me over, and let me look at her. She asked, "Have you reflected on yourself?"

I stared fixedly at her eyes, which were full of disappointment, disgust, and even. . .is hate. . .

I suddenly wanted to take revenge, but I refused to say anything. Didn’t the Three Character Classic say that it’s my father’s fault if I raise him or not.My parents are by my side, why should I teach others a lesson by myself after being bullied?Where were you when I was beaten up? Now that I have been expelled, do you think you want to control me? remain silent.

Mother asked again: "What have you been doing all this time?"

I raised my eyes, not looking at her.

Maybe her attitude was too contemptuous, she shook my body vigorously, and yelled desperately: "What have you done, why are you being beaten outside?" It's about to break.

"You talk, you talk!"

My mother roared with exhaustion, but I was watching the excitement, ignoring her and not looking at her.

Finally, she was pushed to the limit, she threw me on the sofa, and continued to slap me, and she yelled, "What did you do so that you can't even speak?"

I curled up against the pain that was coming from all over my body.Sneer, why am I so shameless, I live a beautiful life!

"If you don't tell me, I will kill you today!"

Listening to her harsh words, I didn't even react. I didn't understand the concept of expulsion for me, so I couldn't figure out why my mother was so angry. In addition, I suffered so much grievance outside and was treated like this when I went home. I really feel that unfair.

There is no way to continue to reflect. My attention is focused on the pain on my body. I feel that the skin has been cracked, and maybe red blood is flowing out. The more I think about it, the more terrifying I feel. The pain began to confuse my mind. That person seems to be not my mother, but Chen Yuanfei who bullied me and caused me to go on the road of gangster Weiming, Weiming, Weiming, why do you like me, Jing Qiao, why do you make a special case and become like this now? you deserve it.My spirit collapsed, but the pain from my body did not collapse, the duster continued to rage, I could no longer bear the pain, turned over from the sofa, snatched the duster from my mother, and sat halfway on the floor against the sofa, lowered Head, chewing tears, my mother may be staring at me in front of me, but I didn't look up, I couldn't see, I heard the sound of my mother going upstairs for a long time, I supported the coffee table, and fled back to my room.

Do you still remember the time Suman whipped me because I lost my virginity?In fact, after seeing the wounds Suman left on my body, I realized that my mother didn't beat me to death, because I saw the wounds on my body, which were actually just a light pink, and the unbearable pain at that time was probably just Out of fear and grievance, anyway, you see, at least my mother didn't hit one place in a row like my sister did.But to be honest, compared to being beaten by my mother who doesn't seem to care about me at all, I would rather be beaten so badly by Suman, because I know that no matter how hard Suman hits me, she still loves me , But my mother didn't give me this feeling. When I was beaten by her, I only had fear and cold.

I hid in my room, not daring to go out, and waited until five o'clock in the afternoon. When Xu Aixi came back from school, I guess she saw how serious the wounds on my body were caused by my mother's wanton venting of anger.She took out her mobile phone, called Yichu, and then went to Yichu to help me get some medicine. She waited anxiously for Xu Aixi to come back. At that time, she felt that only Yichu's medicine could save me, maybe it was because she was forced to do nothing. Bar!No one should care about me at home.

Yichu's medicine finally arrived!I smeared it on my body, barely passed the night, and the next day was the weekend.Xu Aixi woke up very early, and while I was still sleeping, she helped me apply all kinds of medicinal wine from Yichu, as well as the dog skin plaster of the charlatan.Suddenly, I feel that Yichu is so amazing, why are there so many medicines?

I woke up around ten o'clock, and saw Xu Aixi standing by the window, with thin shoulders, butterfly bones protruding from her back, and her slender curves tightly tucked into her waist. At this moment, I suddenly felt that she was so beautiful. Gently call her "Ai Xi".She turned around, her face was full of tears, I asked her why she was crying,

She sat tremblingly on the edge of the bed, tears began to roll down, I suddenly felt very bad, I didn't die, why is she crying here

The mood suddenly became a little irritable, I turned around and lay on my side, and let her sit on the edge of the bed and cry on her own. After a long time, she stopped crying and said to me: "Qiao Qiao, your parents said They want to send you to a grandpa's house, they say they are so disappointed in you, they don't want to keep you by their side anymore. Qiao Qiao, what should I do, what should I do..."

What, they don't want me anymore.

Shocked by this news, I suddenly lost my soul, my hands lost their support, and I fell directly on the bed. I heard Xu Aixi's intermittent crying, but my consciousness was blank, and I was unable to react. I just lay like this for a whole day. , until my parents came back at night.

They finally came to my room, and their faces were clouded with sorrow. Xu Aixi closed the door and left my bedroom. It was indeed a bit inconvenient for her to be here. My mother sighed softly and said, "Jing Qiao, go to your bedroom." Live with grandpa for a while, the environment here is not suitable for you."

"Why"

"The environment here is not suitable for you." Mom's voice was still calm, without emotion, and it was hard to tell whether it was true or false.

I went crazy and shouted: "I asked you why? If you don't want to care what I did when I was born? Now that I am like this, let me go if you say you let me go, why?" Exhausted, wanting to release all grievances, doubts and injustices.

Suddenly a slap was thrown on the face: "Get out, get out tomorrow, what right do you have to shout at your mother!"

Dad's hands were half-raised in the air, and the muscles on his face were shaking with anger.

Desperation, full of despair, doesn't it mean that parents are the people who love their children the most in this world?Isn't it said that fatherly love and motherly love are selfless?Doesn't it mean that every child's mistakes will be forgiven?Why?Why am I so unlucky?