After becoming the group pet of the Public Procuratorate

At this juncture, the teacher who beat and scolded him hurried back to the city. He suspected that Chang Peng's departure might have something to do with it.

But he was really relieved. Since this incident, he has been avoiding Chang Peng, and he didn't even dare to look at him. Now this situation will never happen again, and he is grateful for it from the bottom of his heart.

"Let me just say, people outside despise our town, how can they be willing to stay?"

Xiaopang shrugged his shoulders, as if there was something in his words. He glanced at Bai Ming who was unresponsive, and continued to add, "Now the only people with a foreign surname in our town are your Brother Tiger."

Bai Ming turned a deaf ear to it. He sat on his seat with his back to the chattering classmates. He guessed that Xiaopang might want to make fun of Lu Wu again, just like everyone else in the town. After all, in this environment, if you don’t To be in the company of most people is to be against them, so Bai Ming didn't want to say anything more, and he would simply answer a question when someone asked him, so as not to give others a chance to mock Lu Wu.

"By the way, why didn't your brother Tiger come today?" Fatty sat in the back row and asked.

Bai Ming said calmly: "He said he has something to do, so he won't come today."

Little Fatty never expected that even when Lu Wu was mentioned, Bai Ming remained expressionless, so he changed the subject and continued to ask: "By the way, shorty, my dumb grandfather said that he met you in the flower field a few days ago, and said You took a picture of him, didn't you?"

Bai Ming nodded, and put the worn-out schoolbag on the ground.

"Is the camera easy to use? Does it look good? I haven't seen a camera yet." Xiao Pang muttered enviously.

Bai Ming took out the wrinkled old math book, opened the arithmetic book again, picked up the pen, and said while writing, "It's pretty good."

Seeing that his friend was still indifferent, Xiaopang held back his resentment, and said in a strange way: "Brother Tiger from your city really has everything, no wonder you like to play with him, is it because their family is counted in our town?" A rich man, that's why you got close to him?"

After speaking, the class immediately quieted down.

These words were like a thin needle, piercing Bai Ming's heart, his right hand holding the pen became stiff, his self-esteem was messed up, his pupils suddenly tightened, and then gradually relaxed. Although the words were harsh, he knew how to defend It is useless, simply keep silent.

"Bai Ming!" Xiaopang became even angrier when he saw that he was like a clay sculpture, "Why are you ignoring me now? You were not like this before."

Fatty has long been depressed because of Lu Wu's intervention. After Bai Ming met this person, he found that Bai Ming's relationship with him was getting further and further away, so he gradually developed jealousy in friendship.

"You used to go home with me after school. I know your family is poor, so I will generously share with you any delicious food. Grandpa is also very kind to you. When you come to my house, he will cook for you. , although his cooking is a bit salty, but he still takes care of you in every possible way, why do you ignore me after you have a new friend?"

These words were even more hurtful. Bai Ming's cheeks were flushed red, and his ears were filled with whispers from his classmates pointing and pointing. The snacks he had eaten seemed to be a favor he begged from Xiaopang, and he wished he could give them all back at this moment.

Xiaopang stood up from his seat, walked to Bai Ming, and said dejectedly: "Short, I used to help you find out the news about his fight, and I also helped you distract his father. You care so much about him, and you love me so much." Ignore it, are you tired of being friends with me?"

Bai Ming caught a glimpse of the feet beside him from the corner of his eye, slowly raised his head, and replied in panic: "No, I didn't ignore you."

Xiaopang didn't believe his words, and felt a little sour in his heart, and said: "Today is my last day of school, so I want to chat with you casually, but I feel that you are tired of me, that's fine , anyway, we will not see it often in the future.”

Bai Ming turned pale with shock, "The last, last day?"

"Grandpa is old and can't walk anymore. When you saw him a few days ago, that was the last time he went to the flower field to see flowers. He couldn't sit still at home, so I asked him to go outside to enjoy the cool at most in the evening. Resting at home is good for his legs. I can only carry the camellias at home to the market [-] kilometers down the mountain to sell them, so I will not go to school. It is useless to go to school. It’s better to earn money early to support the family.”

Xiaopang's expression gradually fell as he spoke, and he repeated what he had just said, "I came to school today to say goodbye to you, so I said so much on purpose, but I already know what you mean That's it, you can play with your tiger brother in the future, and you don't need to come to me again."

After speaking, he turned around and sat back in his seat.

Bai Ming licked his dry lips, his mood was really contradictory, after thinking about the tone of his words just now, he felt that he really seemed to have neglected Xiaopang recently.

He stood up and came to his old friend, only to see Xiaopang pouted, with an expression of not wanting to care about others.

Bai Ming said, "Xiao Pang, I'm sorry."

"I don't need your apology..." Xiaopang was still sulking, "Snobbery did nothing wrong."

Bai Ming couldn't hold back his face. He didn't want to mention the death of Lu Wu's mother, but he wanted to give his brother Tiger some more care to soothe Lu Wu's fragile and sensitive heart. Only then did he become dependent on Lu Wu, but now Xiaopang not only misunderstood him, but even humiliated himself face to face, which made him very sad.

"I'm not a snob." Bai Ming frowned slightly, and replied.

Fatty no longer made any verbal attacks. In his heart, he and Bai Ming's three-year classmate friendship made him unable to continue to say more cruel words.

"I, I actually want to..." Bai Ming lowered his head, crossed his fingers and hung them in front of him, and said in embarrassment, "I actually want you to continue to study, otherwise, it will be difficult to find a way out in the future."

"There is no way out in school. How many people in our town have passed the exam? Don't they all go out to work to earn money after halfway through school? Look at my parents, they go to big cities to earn money, all year round Just come back once, there is only me and grandpa in the town, if I don’t take care of grandpa, who will take care of him?”

Fatty refuted sternly that this kind of situation is not uncommon in Baihe Town, and Fatty is just one of the many left-behind children.

But now, there are only two ways in front of him - making money and studying. Obviously, in his eyes, the way of making money is far more intuitive and obvious in the short term than studying.

Bai Ming was stunned speechless, he didn't know how to persuade him, so he had to obey, but he also wanted to make up for his mistake just now, so he said: "Then, let me help you pick flowers together, you don't need to give me money, Just take it as my apology."

This is free coolie, not to mention that Xiaopang is not too angry. Now that Bai Ming can work with him, he is naturally happy from the bottom of his heart. Don't go to class, let's go pick flowers."

The sun is sunny, the warm wind is gentle, the flower fields are like the sea, and the fragrance is strong.

Xiao Pang stood in his own flower field, handed Bai Ming a basket and a sickle, and said, "You have to bend down and dig from the root, don't split the leaves, put the flowers in the basket after picking, and arrange them neatly." , otherwise the flowers will be crushed."

"No problem." Bai Ming replied easily.

However, this process sounds easy, but it is extremely difficult to do. Bai Ming is not as experienced as Xiaopang. He squatted in the flower field, his body was almost submerged in the branches and leaves, and when he went down with the knife, he only split a few cracks. With a sound, he raised his breath violently, and slashed vigorously towards the same position, but the flower was still not cut off, only a few leaves were shaken off, as if uttering a ruthless mockery.

Bai Ming lightly squeezed the flower branch with one hand, and chopped it with all his strength with the other hand, and finally separated the proud flower from the ground. He happily stuffed it into the basket, and when he looked up, he saw that there was already a flower in the basket not far away. Installed seven or eight flowers.

And the petals of the flower in his hand were almost crushed because he grasped it too hard.

Bai Ming refused to accept it, and chopped it down a few more times, before stuffing an intact camellia flower into the basket.

"Short, do you want to continue studying in the future?"

Xiaopang's voice came from the flower field, hitting Bai Ming's heart directly.

He was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't stop what he was doing, and replied, "I want to read."

"Don't you want to earn a little money, and then share some for your family?" Xiaopang chopped very neatly, and the basket was half full with three chops and five cuts.

"I want to..." Bai Ming burst out the answer, "but I don't know what I can do."

Bai Ming's family didn't have a flower field, he only had a small shop in front of the house, he couldn't do anything except watch the door for his mother, even the meager profit earned by that shop was squeezed out by his father.

"I actually envy you..." Xiaopang put down his sickle, stood up straight, patted the dirt on his hands, and took a break, "At least your parents are still by your side, so you don't have to do anything."

Bai Ming also stood up slowly, poking his head out from among the flowers.

Xiaopang continued: "I can only be with my grandpa. Grandpa can only listen but can't talk. I feel like I am facing a puppet every day. Sometimes I really want my parents to come home to accompany me. I I don’t want them to go so far away to work, I want them to be closer to me.”

He remembered that every new year, his parents would return home with their parcels, but they would leave after only two days. He hugged his parents' thighs and cried to prevent them from leaving.

Every time he looks at the back of his parents who are drifting away, he has to hang a calendar in his heart, tearing off the pages one by one, and the bitterness in his heart can be reduced day by day, because the day when his parents go home is getting closer Some.

"You can't imagine, after all, your parents are by your side." Xiaopang wiped the sweat from his brow and took a breath.

Bai Ming lowered his head and said aggrievedly, "But I'm not having a happy life."

"Aren't you just beaten twice occasionally? Which child has never been beaten by his parents? If my parents were at home, I would rather be beaten by them every day. You just don't know your blessings when you are in the blessing." Xiaopang pouted, disgusted Said.

Bai Ming was speechless, he couldn't understand Xiaopang's situation, maybe he was really happier than Xiaopang.

He stood there blankly, and suddenly felt a stabbing pain in his right hand, like a needle stuck into his finger. He subconsciously shook his hand and screamed in pain, only to see a bee burrowing into a flower bush from beside him, and his finger was swollen. He took a piece, it was sore and painful, he gasped, and quickly blew on the redness and swelling.

Xiaopang heard the sound, walked quickly, and greeted: "It must have been stung by a bee, let me take a look."

He grabbed Bai Ming's wrist and took a closer look, "There is no poisonous needle left, it will be fine in two days, don't scratch it randomly, otherwise the skin will be broken and inflamed."

He raised Bai Ming's hand, spit on the wound, and slowly spread it evenly on the red and swollen area with his hand, explaining: "Grandpa taught me before, it's more comfortable."

Bai Ming was taken aback by this operation, he smeared the saliva on the red and swollen area, the breeze passed by, and it felt a little cool, he didn't know if it was a psychological effect, but he really felt much better.

Time passed by minute by minute, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled the flower fields, and Bai Ming was sweating profusely in a short while. After picking for a whole day, he finally filled a basket, and his right hand was stung. Half a circle larger than the left hand.

He returned the tools to Pang, and saw that there were three baskets beside Pang, so he said embarrassedly: "I, I packed it."

Xiaopang took the basket, and except for the few crushed ones at the beginning, the other buds were arranged in an orderly manner. After all, this was Bai Ming's first achievement, and he didn't pursue anything. A flower was handed over to Bai Ming.

Bai Ming took it dully, not knowing what he meant.

"It's been a busy day, this is your hard work, and I give it to you."

Xiaopang smiled naively, signaling Bai Ming to accept it with confidence.

The three flowers are entangled in a ball, with thick stems and lush branches, and delicate buds, which look extraordinarily pretty at dusk. Bai Ming looks at the fruits of labor in his hands, smiles unconsciously on his face, and becomes the fourth flower here.

"Then can I give them away?" Bai Ming raised his eyes and asked expectantly.

When Xiaopang heard it, the corners of his mouth drooped immediately, "Are you going to give it to your brother Tiger?"

"Yes, and no..." Bai Ming hesitated, and finally said, "That's right."

"Whatever you want, anyway, they belong to you now." Xiaopang bent down, tied the four baskets together, and lifted them twice with his hands. After making sure that the baskets would not fall, he carried them on his back.

He was unhappy, it was not only his jealousy towards Lu Wu, but also his reluctance to Bai Ming, he turned sideways, and the afterglow fell on his chubby side face, pulling his shadow into the flower field.

"Short, happy birthday."

This unexpected sentence made Bai Ming stunned for a moment, the voice was very small and the speed was fast, like a very reluctant blessing.

After finishing speaking, Xiaopang turned around and walked towards home.

Bai Ming froze in place, his heart suddenly felt hot, like a spark jumping on a piece of dry rotten wood, the rotten wood instantly ignited a fire, burning his immature heart red.

He didn't expect that someone in this town would remember it.

Xiaopang was out of breath after taking a few steps, and the four baskets forced him to walk forward. Bai Ming looked at his lonely back, like a bleak sunset, that friend who used to go to school with him, never From now on, he has embarked on the road to enter the society, but he is only nine years old, still a child, but he is forced by this society to become what he is today.

Bai Ming put his hands to his mouth and shouted with all his strength: "Xiao Pang! Thank you!"

Xiaopang stopped in his tracks, turned his head against the light, looked at Bai Ming in the flower field, and waved his hand. In fact, he also wanted to continue going to school and play with Bai Ming, just like before.

Bai Ming took a deep breath, waved the hand that was not holding the flower vigorously, and continued to shout: "Be careful on the way to the city from now on!"

"Don't worry!" Xiaopang replied, "I'm not going by myself. I'll go with the caravan in the town. They have experience selling flowers!"

"After I finish the arithmetic test, I will go to your house to find you and grandpa!"

Bai Ming stood on tiptoe, like a kangaroo jumping in place in the field, for fear that Xiaopang would not see himself clearly.

"Okay! You must come! When the time comes, rock sugar, peanuts and candied fruit, you can eat whatever you want!" Xiaopang raised his arms high, turned around, and continued to walk towards the distance.

The golden light shone all over the field, Xiaopang's figure gradually became a point in the distance, and finally disappeared from Bai Ming's sight.

Bai Ming hasn't left for a long time, he can't imagine the days without Xiaopang's company, but the world can't be controlled by his mind, the only thing he can do is to learn to accept and adapt to this matter.

He looked down at the flower in his hand, his nose was sour, and tears fell down. He stretched out his arm, wiped his eyes hard, tried to suppress a smile, and comforted himself in his heart: "Maybe this is a good thing for Xiaopang." Good thing."

He stuffed the flowers into his schoolbag, turned his back to the direction where the chubby was leaving, and started walking, dragging his heavy steps towards home.

Today is obviously his birthday, but he is not happy.

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74. Birthday

Taking advantage of the darkness of the sky, Bai Ming returned to the door of the house.

Xiaopang's words made him unforgettable for a long time, even if there was only this birthday wish, he was already very satisfied.

He entered the store with his schoolbag on his back, and saw a note on the counter with his mother's handwriting on it. His mother told himself that she was going out to buy goods again, and she might not be able to come back until later.

It seemed that there was no one at home. Bai Ming closed the door and stepped into the courtyard. He took off the schoolbag on his shoulder and walked straight to the side hall. It seemed that he would be hungry for a while tonight before his mother came home to cook.

But halfway through the courtyard, he suddenly smelled a smell of cooked eggs, which filled his nostrils, and he couldn't help but take a few more breaths. He looked into the main hall, only to find a person standing in the room. The lights in the hall were not turned on, and my father was wearing an apron, taking advantage of the last of the sky, cooking with his back to the yard.

The fragrance of the oil gradually became stronger, but Bai Ming's heart was raised in his throat.At this moment, there was only his father and himself in the house, which made him terrified. He froze in place, looking at his father's back, not daring to make a sound.

It was indeed too dark in the house. The father was just about to turn on the chandelier in the main hall, when he looked back and saw that his son had already arrived home.

Just looking at his father, Bai Ming trembled all over his body, his hands clinging to the seams of his trousers, and his heart beat faster than usual.

His father smiled and beckoned him into the house.

Bai Ming hesitated and didn't move.

His father's smile gradually froze, and he seemed to be disgusted with all actions that violated his orders. He walked out of the house, came to Bai Ming's side, took his schoolbag, and took his little hand, saying: "Why are you covered with dirt? Huh? Did you go to play in the flower field? You must be starving after running and jumping, come on, Dad will cook something for you, come in and wait for a while."

At this time, his father was gentle and kind, and once he changed his usual attitude, Bai Ming was stunned at first, and then he was dragged into the main hall by his father, and then pushed on a small bench. He didn't know why his father was so abnormal today, even though he felt extremely uncomfortable, he didn't dare to open his mouth Guo asked, just sat uncomfortably on his seat, watching his father continue to cook.

As soon as the tomatoes and eggs were in the pot, oil droplets splashed. Before the spatula was stirred a few times, the tomato oozes juice. After my father simply sprinkled some seasonings, the dish was out of the pot.

Eggs are such a luxury that Bai Ming would not be able to eat them if it wasn't for the holidays. After being shocked, he saw his father go to the pot and take out two pieces of hot cakes. He hurriedly stood up and prepared to help his father set the bowl Chopsticks, but accidentally knocked down the wine bottle on the ground, the wine bottle bang, almost paled in fright.

But when my father saw this scene, he just smiled and said, "Don't worry about it, just eat it."

That was his father's favorite drink, but he didn't get scolded, Bai Ming responded timidly, and sat down again.

The father picked up two pairs of chopsticks, handed a pair to Bai Ming, and sat across from the child. Seeing that his son was still unmoved, he pointed at the steaming dish and said without hesitation, "Hurry up, it will be cold in a while."

The juice of the tomato was poured on the slightly browned egg, and it was mixed with the fragrance of green onion, which made the index finger move, but Bai Ming still took a bite of the pancake first. The pancake burned his mouth. He kept breathing, and it took him a while to continue chewing. .

He raised his chopsticks, but still didn't dare to pick up the fried hot dishes.

"Eat, what are you waiting for?" Father growled impatiently.

This shout made Bai Ming startled, he carefully picked up a piece of tomato, and bit it lightly, it was sweet and sour, crispy and smooth.

Soaked in sour juice, the pancakes in his mouth suddenly had a taste, and even became soft and easy to swallow. He watched his father chewing, and an unrealistic fantasy emerged in his heart. It will be like this, no longer going to Zhennan to play cards at dawn and night, and no longer getting drunk all day long, but living their lives with his mother and himself, even if they are poor and poor, he has no complaints.

He was eating the hot rice in his mouth, and he couldn't help thinking to himself, does his father still remember his birthday?Is this meal a birthday present from my father?

Maybe his father thought it over clearly. Since he is willing to cook for himself, it means that he is really good to himself. He is going to return to this family. Thinking of this, his heart warmed up, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

"The school doesn't teach well." His father interrupted Bai Ming's thoughts.

He still didn't dare to look directly at his father, lowered his head and whispered: "Very, very good."

The bench my father was sitting on kept making noises when he was picking up vegetables. It was a wooden chair that my mother had temporarily assembled after the debt collectors emptied the furniture last time. Creaking sound.

"Very good? I thought the quality of teaching in our poor place must be bad. Otherwise, it's been more than a month since school started. Why do you do those arithmetic problems of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division every day? Is it because the school is poorly taught, or Are you stupid yourself?"

His father's sharp words made Bai Ming stunned. He held the pancake to his mouth, his teeth stopped chewing, and his mind went blank. He knew the description of "stupid", but when his father said it himself, he still couldn't help it. Trembling for a while, he hesitated after thinking for a long time: "Boss, the teacher is not bad, it's because, because there is an exam, so I..."

As the sentence lengthened, his voice became weaker and weaker. He swallowed hard the pancakes in his mouth. This mouthful of pancakes seemed harder to swallow than the previous ones, and even a little harsh on his throat.

The father didn't say anything, he noticed that his son's movements had slowed down, and asked flatly, "Isn't it delicious?"

"Delicious, delicious." Bai Ming nodded vigorously, and he quickly picked up another piece of egg and stuffed it into his mouth.

Only then did the father smile with satisfaction, and then asked the topic just now: "If I give you more delicious food, do you want it?"

Bai Ming froze on the chair again, but this time, his father didn't urge him, but just watched the child silently to see what kind of answer he would give.

Chang Peng also asked this question.

Bai Ming didn't understand what his father meant, but he always felt that something was wrong. His father's tone was a little serious, not to mention that his father was not a joking person.His eyes were bewildered, and he could no longer swallow the food in his mouth.

No matter how much Yuhui misses the sky, the sun still sets.

At this moment, Bai Ming heard the sound of walking in the courtyard. It was the sound of his mother's footsteps. The arrival of his mother made him feel more at ease.

The mother pushed open the door, and when she saw her father, her expression turned pale. She glanced at the dishes on the table and immediately glared, pointing at the plate and saying, "Bai Tao, where did you get the money to buy the eggs? You stole them." Or snatch it?"

"Can't I earn it myself?" The father turned his head, rolled his mother's eyes, grabbed her wrist with one hand, and swung it down vigorously, "Stop pointing with your dirty fingers."

This swing made his mother stagger two steps, Bai Ming immediately stood up and helped her stabilize.

Holding Bai Ming's arm, the mother continued to stare and said, "The sun is really out in the west, and you can earn money. I didn't earn anything in the house? In the end, didn't you squander it all?"

"You know it's all clean, and we don't have enough money to continue living. Every day we have boiled cabbage and a few biscuits. Now even eating is becoming a problem. Do you think our son can grow up well in such an environment? ?"

The father slammed the table, stood up, stood facing the wall with his hands behind his back, his back to the mother and son, and brought out the topic in his mind.

"What do you mean?" The mother faintly heard the content of his words. She let go of Bai Ming, pointed at his father's back, and shouted loudly, "Growing up? Are you worthy of talking about growing up? Tomorrow has grown up to now, do you care?" Have you ever done it? Now that you have no money, you know that Ti has grown up, feel your conscience and see if what you speak is human?"

"You don't believe what I said..." Father turned around, put his hands in his pockets, sneered, and suddenly took out a handful of banknotes from his pockets, "But you should believe this."

The stack of red banknotes was held tightly in his father's hand. Bai Ming had never seen so much money. At this moment, his father held up the banknotes, as if he had the confidence to speak.

The mother's face changed suddenly, and she took two steps forward in disbelief. Just that handful of banknotes was half a year's revenue for her shop.

My father said frankly: "In order to let Ming'er eat well, drink well, live well and study well in the future, I decided to foster him in a big city, where I will definitely find a family willing to adopt him, and we can reduce the burden. , Someone has already come to look for me today, don’t worry that no one wants our son, the money here is only half, and when Ming’er is actually sent out, there will be the other half.”

As if being hit on the head, Bai Ming was stunned, his face was pale, and he couldn't believe his ears, as if a basin of ice water had been poured all over his body. If it wasn't for the cold sweat on his forehead, he would be no different from a wax figure.

He lost all strength, his wrists went limp, and the dry biscuits fell to the ground, stained with layers of dust. He seemed to understand why his father would cook him a meal, not because of his birthday, nor because his father changed his mind, on the contrary , it was my father who hated himself and felt that he was a burden to the family, something he wanted to kick away, so he regarded himself as a commodity to make money.

Thinking of this, two lines of tears fell from his eyes, he was afraid, he was reluctant, there is a mother here, there is Brother Tiger, he is unwilling to leave here, even if he is beaten to death.

The father's remarks about abandonment are called foster care in the name of foster care, but in fact, after the sale, he will not care about the child's life and death at all, even if the son is sold to a place that is even worse than Baihe Town, he will not blink At a glance, all he cared about was the bright red banknotes in his hand.

"You, you..." Mother gritted her teeth in anger, her cheeks were flushed, staring at her father's face, she shouted angrily, "Aren't you afraid that I will go to the police station to call the police?"

"Go, go if you have the ability..." The father was not afraid, and he didn't look down on anyone, "A child was lost in the town before, do you see what the people at the police station found? Go and tell the police, if one comes, I'll hit one, if two come, I'll hit one pair, if I don't kill them, I won't be called Bai Tao!"

His father picked up the empty wine bottle on the ground and slammed it towards the wall. The bottle shattered, and the glass shards were like flying silver flowers. Bai Ming covered his ears. This scene shocked him.

"You are not as good as a beast, give me the money back!"

The mother yelled, then bent down, overturned the table, and threw all the scrambled eggs with tomatoes on the plate, which had long been out of heat, on the ground. The table was upside down, just in front of my father.

The father squinted at the furious mother, and said viciously: "I am in a good mood today, don't force me to beat you."

Without any scruples, the mother rushed over, trying to grab the wad of banknotes. She knocked her father against the wall, and the banknotes slipped from his hands, and scattered all over the floor like a heavy rain.

The father was finally irritated this time. He threw his mother down, pressed her under him, stepped on her back with one foot, and pulled her long hair with one hand, like a rider holding the reins of a wild horse, He plucked hard, and forcibly tore off a lot of hair from his mother's scalp.

The mother was lying on the ground, holding her head in her hands, and screaming in pain. She kept rolling on the ground, trying to stand up, but her whole body seemed to be nailed, and she was firmly stuck to the ground. She could only let her father treat her mercilessly. of abuse.

"You try to grab my money again?" Father's voice was almost hoarse, his contemptuous eyes swept everything like a winner, maybe he was too selfless, when he turned around, he saw that most of the banknotes had been picked up by Bai Ming , he shouted angrily, trying to deter the kid who picked up the money.

The scolding made Bai Ming pale. Perhaps as long as he took the money away and handed it over to the police uncle, his father would not be able to sell him. So he took advantage of his father's inattention and fearfully collected the scattered banknotes. But he hadn't finished collecting all of them, but his father discovered the move.

He was so frightened that he stood up hastily, and stepped back holding the banknotes in his hand. The hanging light bulb was blown by the wind, flickering and dimming in the swing. His father let go of his mother's hair and shouted to himself: "Give me the money." I put it down!"

There is only one word in his mind at the moment: Run!

Bai Ming turned around and ran to his bedroom, his heart seemed to be beating beside his ears, the moonlight filled the courtyard, and he heard the running sound of his father chasing after him, just like in his dream. The monster that often appeared in the movie, after knocking down his mother, revealed blood-red pupils and sharp fangs, and swooped towards him.

The distance between the main hall and the side hall is very close, so victory is just ahead. He tried his best to push open the door, but was about to close and lock it with his backhand. Just when he thought he would escape from the tiger's mouth, the door couldn't be closed no matter what. Looking down, I saw a foot stuck in the crack of the door. It was my father's foot, and it was the paw of the monster that crawled into the house under the night.

The panic in desperation made the young him on the verge of collapse, and he continued to push the wooden door hard, as if by doing so, he could drive that foot out.

But his strength was no match for his father. His father pushed him suddenly, and he fell backwards to the ground.

The door of the house was wide open, and his father's back was facing the moonlight. Bai Ming couldn't see his face clearly, but could only see the outline of a human figure. His father walked into the house slowly and locked the door. The only moonlight suddenly disappeared, and the room was pitch black.

Bai Ming was panting, his body trembling uncontrollably, and his body was covered in cold sweat. He sat on the ground and kept moving backwards until he reached the corner of the wall. Then he shrank his body and hugged his legs. This endless darkness seemed to be Can devour him at any time.

His father walked towards him, and through the light coming in from the leaky door panel in the house, he vaguely saw his father stopping in front of him, that tall figure blocked all possible escape routes.

"Give me the money." His father's tone was displeased, his voice broke the silent night, and it also added countless fears to Bai Ming's heart.

There was a quick knock on the door, and Bai Ming heard his mother's anxious cry: "Bai Tao! Open the door! That's your child! Do you still have humanity? You have the ability to come after me!"

Mother knocked hard on the door, repeating over and over again.

Bai Ming clutched the banknotes and held them in his arms, the sound of trembling teeth was amplified thousands of times at this moment.

"Give it to me!" Father roared, furious, he grabbed Bai Ming's hand and snatched all the banknotes.

Bai Ming withdrew his trembling arms, his father inside the house was counting banknotes, and his mother shouted helplessly outside the door.

"Dad..." Bai Ming summoned up his courage and called softly. His trembling voice was slightly crying, and tears flowed down unconsciously. He tried to lower his voice as much as possible, crying almost silently, for fear of crying His voice aroused his father's annoyance, "Do you think I'm stupid, that's why you don't like me?"

He had been thinking about it ever since he heard his father say it at supper.

The father ignored him, counted the money twice, put the exact banknotes into his pocket, lowered his head, and looked coldly at the child in front of him.

"I, I will study hard and take the exam well. Dad, can you, can you not sell me? I, I am not stupid. I really, really do my math well."

Bai Ming's nostrils opened and closed. He suppressed the nervousness in his heart. He grabbed his father's trousers with his little hands and pulled them lightly, trying to get his father's permission to respond.

What was waiting was a loud slap in the face.

This palm almost sent him flying. He fell directly to the ground from the corner of the wall. Emotions surged up in an instant, tears rolled down, and wept loudly.

He crawled over, hugged his father's thigh, and begged bitterly: "Dad, please, I don't want to leave my mother."

There was crying in the house, and the mother's heart was broken into scum. Although her palm was already red, she still didn't stop shaking the wooden door. She also burst into tears along with her son's cry: "Bai Tao ! That's your son! Bai Tao!"

The father kicked the child away, took off the shoes on his feet, walked to his side, stepped on his chest, squatted down again, picked up the sole of the shoe and threw it at his face.

One, two, three...

Bai Ming hugged his head and cried miserably, his sharp voice was like a bayonet, piercing through the peaceful sky.

Two streams of blood oozed from his nasal cavity, blended with tears, and flung them on the arm holding his head.

Father picked up his collar and slammed it hard against the wall. Every time his spine hit the white wall, layers of dust on the hanging beams would be thrown off,