little beast

Professor Sheng Zong Yusheng, who is gentle and refined in front of everyone, is a madman who is irritable, unpredictable, and merciless to his wife and children.

He vented the anger of his unsuccessful career and the decline of the Sheng family on his wife and children, as if his failure had nothing to do with him, and it was all caused by his wife and children.

No matter what the young Sheng Shuangxu does, even if he doesn't move, it is very likely to arouse his unreasonable anger. In order to protect his children, his mother will lock their siblings in the closet. This poor woman has no income , her life depends on men, she can't do anything, she can only cry and tell them not to look through the crack of the door.

A thin cupboard door can't stop Sheng Shuangxu's lunatic father. He would kick away his wife who tried to stop him, and smash open the cupboard door with a kitchen knife or something else. Sheng Shuangxu and Sheng Yuwei hugged each other. Together, shiveringly watching the chopped and curled sawdust fall overhead, the light and door-slamming instruments poured in deep and shallow, and the next second seemed to hit them in the face.

Sheng Zongyu would drag Sheng Yuwei out first, followed by Sheng Shuangxu. They often put their ears close to the cabinet door, listening to Sheng Zongyu's footsteps approaching step by step-even so, Sheng Shuangxu still felt that the wardrobe was the safest place in the world.

The brother and sister hugged tightly in the silence before countless times of violence.

"No—no, it's not that he ruined Sheng Yuwei," Sheng Shuangxu murmured, he hadn't realized that the person in front of him was Shen Chengan, and he shouldn't have said these things to Shen Chengan, he just wanted to say it, numbly Come out, "I killed her."

The confessional room played a role at this moment, and Sheng Shuangxu, who was in a trance, confessed the death of his sister to the Lord who did not exist in his mind.

Sheng Shuangxu cried so many times that his tears became cold, and his tears dripped down his cheeks to Shen Chengan's palm.

Shen Chengan was speechless for a while.

Sheng Shuangxu, who had already planned and carefully designed to induce Sheng Shuangxu to confess the past, was blocked in his throat by Sheng Shuangxu who suddenly burst into emotion.

"She committed suicide too many times, and I will start school soon. I can't afford the rent and tuition fees, and the medicine fee is not enough. I... I can't care about her. When she asked me for help, she was obviously not right. I should be able to find out, but I didn't..."

Sheng Shuangxu looked away, he wanted to shrink into a ball, the soft flesh of his jaw covered the back of Shen Chengan's hand.

Shen Chengan quietly held Sheng Shuangxu to prevent him from slipping to the ground.

Sheng Shuangxu was out of breath from crying, and his speech became incoherent: "I broke a vase, Shen Chengan, I broke a vase, it's all my fault."

"Sheng Yuwei admitted my mistake for me."

That was the beginning of everything. Sheng Shuangxu sat kneeling in the closet, watching her sister being pinched on the bed by a strange man.

The collapsed Sheng Shuangxu had forgotten where he was, and he returned to that rainy night.

"She saved me, but I couldn't save her—I couldn't save anyone."

Sheng Shuangxu burst into tears, he stretched out his hand to grab Shen Chengan's sleeve - he would never do this kind of thing on weekdays, his fingers tightly pinched the thick fabric of the cuff, mixed with his cold tears, strangled It made Shen Chengan's wrist ache.

"I repented as you wished, but what should I do? Will God forgive me?"

The monthly life of the Sheng family is becoming more and more difficult, and the debts are also increasing. Sheng Zongyu, who is usually proud and arrogant, has to travel around to socialize for his livelihood. When he comes back, he basically does not bring back any good news. The phoenix in his heart is not as good as a chicken, and the huge gap in his heart almost shattered Sheng Zongyu, so he took all his anger on his wife and children.

Every time Sheng Zongyu returned home, there would be a bloodbath, and Sheng Shuangxu was very afraid of the waiting time. He didn't know when his father would come back, nor did he know what kind of abuse he would receive tonight.

Sheng Zongyu will find some decent reasons for his violent behavior, such as the child is disobedient and has done something wrong to make amends. These reasons are extremely absurd, but they are just to satisfy the self-esteem of his former "decent person".

How can a bastard like Sheng Zongyu be decent?

Even though the family has a lot of debts, Sheng Zongyu still has to spend some money from his meager salary to order flowers from a flower shop, and ask someone to deliver them and put them in a vase. The Sheng family's furniture has almost been sold, and only the flowers are always new. He does this to show his "decency".

That day, Sheng Shuangxu's mother, Ning Shihui, was sick in bed and had been sleeping. The flowers were delivered to Sheng Shuangxu's hands. punishment.

Sheng Shuangxu seldom entered Sheng Zongyu's bedroom. The furnishings in his and his sister's bedrooms were already simple and simple. Only Sheng Zongyu's bedroom decoration remained unchanged, and even the TV was newly replaced. He wanted to maintain his dignity before he fell down. Anyone can suffer, but he alone cannot suffer.

The shelf where the vases were placed was a little higher than that of the Frost Order at that time, and he didn't dare to turn on the lights. There was a torrential rain outside the window, and lightning would light up and rush into the house from time to time, interspersed with the thin light and shadow cast from the crack in the door.

Sheng Frost stood on tiptoe and tried to align the flower stem with the slender neck of the bottle. It was difficult to insert the slender flower stem halfway in. Sheng Frost tried to press it down, and the bottle mouth tilted according to his strength , With a flick of his wrist, the whole vase slid from the height.

Sheng Shuangxu couldn't grasp the heavy and slippery bottle at all. When Sheng Yuwei heard the sound and ran over, he only saw broken porcelain and water all over the floor.

Unlike the weak and crying Sheng Shuangxu, Sheng Yuwei is precocious and stable. She is better at taking care of her brother who is always crying. When they were young, they were not like brothers and sisters, but more like brothers and sisters.

At this time, the car lights outside the window were on, reflecting the continuous raindrops, and all the windows were rustling.Compared to the dumbfounded Sheng Shuangxu, Sheng Yuwei reacted quickly, and she said extremely calmly, "Brother, he's back."

Sheng Zongyu led a strange man up the stairs, the sound of footsteps mixed with the sound of rainstorm, thunder and lightning, getting closer.

Sheng Shuangxu realized what he was going to face next, and his father's anger would not give him room to explain, and he would even involve Sheng Yuwei involuntarily.

Fear made him tremble uncontrollably. At that time, he didn't quite understand the nature of fear and why he had to suffer such fear, but his body had already engraved fear.

"Shall we hide in the closet?" Sheng Yuwei suggested, "If he can't find us, he won't be beaten again."

It was a naive and ridiculous proposition, but they were young then, and if it didn't help, the closet was their refuge from domestic violence most of the time.

Sheng Shuangxu didn't want to be beaten, his survival instinct made him tremble into the closet, but Sheng Yuwei didn't follow him as usual.

There was a click, and before Sheng Shuangxu realized it, Sheng Yuwei had already locked the wardrobe door.

Her back was facing the closet, and she was also terrified of the current situation. Her thin back trembled violently, and even the closet trembled slightly with her movements, covering the only gap where Sheng Shuangxu could see the outside world.

Sheng Shuangxu beat the wardrobe feebly, calling Sheng Yuwei's name constantly, trying to call her back.

Sheng Yuwei turned her head, she put her fingers to her lips and said, "Shut up, be quiet."

"Brother, don't be afraid, it's just a beating, and it will be fine soon."