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"Why are you back so late?"

Lin Sheng looked at his red-faced father sitting on the sofa, smelled the smell of alcohol in the air, and the hands holding the sweater by his side couldn't be tighter.

The hands that had been blown by the cold wind and hadn't returned to their warmth turned pale with bloodless patches due to excessive force.

"I'm asking you something, don't fucking stand there and pretend to be dead!"

Lin Shuping's louder reprimands were like lightning without warning in the silence, splitting into Lin Sheng's ears instantly.

The sudden panic made Lin Sheng tremble with the hand holding the phone.

His stiff fingers poked the letters on the screen, but he made mistakes over and over again. His clumsy appearance completely angered Lin Shuping, who was already drunk and violent.

"Fucking bastard, did I ever say that when I came back, I would see that the rice was ready, ah!"

Lin Sheng looked at his father who had jumped up from the sofa, and reflexively raised his hand to cover his head, and stepped back step by step, but in the end it was the black hair that was caught and exposed.

The tingling pain in the scalp affected every nerve, spreading through the whole body without warning but knowing it in his heart.

Those bright black eyes were suddenly filled with layers of mist.

Lin Sheng didn't want to cry, but he couldn't control his physical behavior. He clenched his teeth and gritted his lips. He only hoped that his eyes would be better and less teary today.

Because tears in front of Lin Shuping couldn't arouse a little bit of soft-heartedness, but it became the best reason to vent your anger.

"Why are you crying! I'm not dead yet, why are you crying for mourning!"

Lin Shuping pulled up Lin Sheng's hair with all his strength, Lin Sheng held his head and could only lift his face along that hand, his tear-stained face was a little closer to the red face that smelled of alcohol.

Lin Sheng smelled the smell of wine all over his nose and felt his stomach churning, as if the only remaining stomach acid in the empty stomach would climb up his throat to his mouth in the next second.

After all, this sour water couldn't be controlled, it blurted out and splashed on Lin Shuping's crisp suit.

The smell of wine in the air was mixed with the sour smell. Lin Sheng blinked his eyes, which were bewildered by the water mist, and his clear vision met Lin Pingshu's angry eyes that were ferocious.

Qu's standing body fell down in an instant, and Lin Sheng hit the sharp corner of the coffee table with his side, knocking down the slender glass vase above.

Broken glass splashed everywhere.

The pain swarming from all directions once again blurred Lin Sheng's eyes, even so, the only thing left in his mind was the sentence that you can't break things.

Lin Sheng suppressed the soreness in his throat and took out his mobile phone tremblingly, trying to type the three words I'm sorry.

But this time it went smoothly, the font that had been magnified several times was clearly displayed on the screen of the phone, but before Lin Sheng could lift the phone, the familiar fine metal sound rang in his ears.

Lin Sheng didn't have time to think about the words that hadn't been seen yet. He tightly hugged his head with the hand holding the phone, and his thin body curled up automatically like a pangolin in danger, shrinking tighter and tighter.

The pain was just as Lin Sheng thought, like fine raindrops followed one after another.

"How dare you break things, ah!"

"I didn't say that if I dare to damage things at home, I will kill you! You are fucking kidding me, right?"

The wide and thick belt in Lin Pingshu's hand was waved continuously, falling on Lin Sheng's back, waist, and thighs again and again, but it seemed that the ingenuity of control did not touch the cheeks, neck, forearm.

When Lin Pingshu hit someone, he never restrained his hand strength. Even through a sweater, Lin Sheng could clearly feel that the skin hidden under the clothes had raised red and swollen marks.

"Damn it, I don't itch for a few days, just like your mother from the country."

The waving belt gradually slowed down. Lin Pingshu pinched his waist with his hands and panted heavily. Even in such a slow gap, he still refused to let Lin Sheng go. He raised his foot and kicked Lin Sheng's head fiercely. spine.

The irregular fists and kicks kept coming down, Lin Sheng gritted his teeth and didn't gnaw, until the wrist holding the mobile phone was taken away by the fists and kicks, and the mobile phone in his hand was thrown aside.

Lin Sheng's complexion was as pale as a rag doll, and he finally had some emotions.

He let go of the hand holding his head, stretched and tried to hook back the mobile phone that was flung aside, until the mobile phone was firmly protected by him under his body, he curled up again and returned to the safest place. Feeling the posture, let the pain fall on him mercilessly like fine raindrops.

He can't break things anymore.

"My mother would wag my tail at me even if I raised a dog for food. How much embarrassment did I lose in the outside world by raising you, a dumb man who can't even say such a thing?"

"You dare to break something, that vase is worth 1000 yuan, is it worth it to you!"

Listening to the roaring voice in his ear, Lin Sheng couldn't stop trembling. He closed his eyes and told himself to bear it and pass it.

This useless self-comfort, Lin Sheng has been thinking since he was a child, is like a mirage in the desert, even if it breaks at the touch of a touch, it is still a thought of the hard work on the road.

Maybe it was because of the smell of alcohol, but Lin Shuping finally stopped, the clothes rubbed against each other, and the stained suit was thrown beside Lin Sheng's face.

"Wash the clothes for me. If I don't see the clean clothes tomorrow, see if I will beat you to death!"

"And after washing, let me go to the backyard to stay. If I find you come back in the middle of the night, you will know the consequences."

Lin Sheng listened to the familiar threats, and his fan-like eyelashes still couldn't help trembling, until the sound of going upstairs and the door being slammed shut in his ears, the rolled up body cautiously and slowly Stretch out.

Lin Sheng let go of the hand that was tightly protecting his head, opened and closed his lips and said silently: It's over, it's over again.

Maybe it was because the muscles were too tense when he was beaten, but now his emotions and body relaxed, and the swelling and pain doubled.

Lin Sheng endured the pain and stood up with the corner of the table. He picked up the suit on the floor and limped towards the laundry room.

It's past six o'clock, if you don't wash it well, you will definitely not be able to do it tomorrow, and Lin Sheng understands the consequences of this inability to do it like a mirror in his heart.

The fabric of this suit was delicate, so hot water was not allowed. Lin Sheng carefully rinsed the stains with basins of piercingly cold water, waiting for one piece of clothing to be washed, and it was almost eight o'clock.

Having not eaten dinner and exhausted his energy, Lin Sheng looked at the dimly lit refrigerator in the kitchen for a long time but lowered his eyes, turned around and pushed open the glass door leading to the yard and went out.

Usually when he eats at home, he can only wait for Lin Shuping to finish eating, but now he is asked to go to the refrigerator to get food by himself, and those childhood memory scenes flashed by, after all, fear outweighed hunger.

The glass door was opened, and the cold wind poured into the room as if greedy for warmth. Lin Sheng shrank his neck from the sudden temperature difference.

He put on his winter school uniform jacket, went out, and sat on the unchanging steps under the eaves.

The warm light of the opposite room still penetrated a little into the courtyard separated by a wall. Lin Sheng rubbed the bruises on his waist while looking up at the warm light, his eyes radiated yearning like a believer on a pilgrimage .

"Come on, Fatty."

"I'm coming."

"Okay, you can do whatever you want, the manuscript is upstairs and I'll get it for you."

"Hey, come on."

Chen Shan leaned back on the soft sofa familiarly, looking at the surrounding environment, he always felt something was wrong, thinking that Brother Liao might have changed his mind.

Liao Muyang's house is definitely not dirty, the floor is mopped every two days, even if the things are a little messy, but today it looks as if it has been tidied up on purpose.

Chen Shan felt a little uncomfortable looking at it, he just wanted to wait for Liao Muyang to come down and ask him carefully.

Liao Muyang lazily rummaged through Yida's completed manuscripts in the room. After searching for more than ten minutes, he found the ones he was looking for from the bottom. Just as he was about to turn around and leave the room, Yu Guang He swept across the courtyard opposite the wall, and this sweep stopped his footsteps.

The two pairs of eyes met for a moment.

Lin Sheng looked at the figure that suddenly came out of the window, and looked away in a panic.

And Liao Muyang frowned, looking at the man under the eaves rubbing his hands and curling up, his pitiful appearance provoked Brother Liao's heart to soften a little when he saw a small animal.