Zhao Mingwang thinks he understands Yongzi. Although Yongzi is suffering, he is very resilient.

Yongzi has always known that only by studying can he change his destiny in the future, so he has always cherished his hard-won opportunity to go to school.

At that time, there was no school district system. Therefore, as long as Yongzi could get into a key middle school in the city and live in the school, he might not have to be beaten by his father.

He suffers violence every day, but still picks up garbage to support himself and collect enough tuition. How could such a brave man skip school?

Zhao Mingwang felt something was wrong, so he went to Yongzi's house.

He was worried that something might happen to Yongzi.

Yongzi's father was a very tall man. Before he became an alcoholic, he was used to doing heavy work on construction sites and was very strong. Zhao Mingwang was still growing at that time, so he had no chance of winning against Yongzi's father.

This time when we went to Yongzi's house, Zhao Mingwang was like a thief. He climbed up from the air conditioner unit downstairs of Yongzi's house and peeked in through the window.

Fortunately, Yongzi's house is on the second floor, which is not too high. Zhao Mingwang is used to climbing walls and can reach out very quickly.

The window next to the outdoor unit of the air conditioner is the window of Yongzi's bedroom. Looking inside from the window, I can only see no one in the bedroom.

Fortunately, the window was not locked. After some thought, Zhao Mingwang decided to climb in through the window.

As soon as he climbed in through the window, Zhao Mingwang heard footsteps and rolled under the bed without even having time to close the window.

Under the bed, Zhao Mingwang saw Yongzi's father walking in from the living room, holding a wine bottle in his hand.

He must have drunk too much, and his steps were not steady. He was belching wine as he walked. When he entered the room, he was blown by the wind from the open window, and he started cursing.

"Fuck, what little brat didn't close the window? I'm freezing to death!"

After picking up the wine bottle and taking two sips, Yongzi's father walked over and closed the window.

Under the influence of alcohol, Yongzi's father was not very conscious and his eyesight was not very good, which made him ignore the footprints on the window sill and did not realize that anyone had entered his home.

"Bang!" There was a sound and the window was closed.

"Damn it, it must have been driven by that brat, that damn thing, let's see if I don't beat him to death! Ha, ugh!"

Alcohol paralyzed Yongzi's father's spirit, but only made him more violent. A mouthful of thick phlegm was spat on the ground, and it landed in front of Zhao Mingwang who was under the bed.

He wants to kill Yongzi!

For a moment, Zhao Mingwang only had these words echoing in his mind.

Inexplicable courage rushed into his heart, Zhao Mingwang crawled out from under the bed and followed Yongzi's father secretly.

The floor of Yongzi's house was very dirty, filled with all kinds of garbage, and various wine bottles that were not neatly arranged.

Zhao Mingwang carefully found a cover to cover himself, trying to avoid touching the rubbish under his feet so as not to make any noise. During this period, Zhao Mingwang's eyes scanned the walls of Yongzi's house. The walls were full of bad words written by debt collectors with red paint.

Following Yongzi's father, Zhao Mingwang saw Yongzi lying on the ground in the utility room and bathroom next door.

Yongzi's head was covered with blood and he was lying on the ground like a cold corpse.

"Hey! Don't pretend to be dead! Get up and cook!"

Yongzi's father kicked Yongzi twice. The pain caused Yongzi, who had not yet regained consciousness, to curl up subconsciously and protect the kicked abdomen.

This curling up movement made Zhao Mingwang breathe a sigh of relief.

At least I am sure that Yongzi is not dead yet.

After kicking the person twice but not kicking him up, Yongzi's father became even more irritable, "Okay, little bitch, are you still pretending to be an uncle now? If you can't get up to cook, you still need me to serve you, right? Damn it, today you

Did you skip school? I asked you to go to school to skip classes?

If you open the windows at home and don't close them, do you want to freeze me to death?"

Just kicking him was not enough, Yongzi's father pulled Yongzi up from the ground. The tall man carried Yongzi as if he was carrying a plucked and dying chicken.

He slapped him upward.

"I'm talking to you! Are you deaf? Are you mute?"

Yongzi barely opened his eyes, but he didn't have the energy to speak. He must have had a high fever, his cheeks were red, but the rest of his body was so white that there was no trace of blood.

Yongzi opened his mouth as if he wanted to speak, but it was difficult to even breathe, like a fish that was about to expire.

Yongzi's father cursed twice more. Feeling that the beating was not enough, he threw Yongzi to the ground and picked up a beer bottle from the side.

"Fuck, you disobedient little brat! I'll beat you to death!"

Just when the bottle was about to fall on Yongzi's head, Zhao Mingwang rushed forward.

When he rushed forward, Zhao Mingwang had only one thought in his mind: Yongzi could not be allowed to die!

When he rushed up, Zhao Mingwang picked up a wine bottle from the ground. The sober young man was much faster than the middle-aged man who drank too much. Before Yongzi's father's bottle fell on Yongzi's head, Zhao Mingwang had already jumped up.

With the force of jumping from behind, he smashed the bottle on Yongzi's father's head.

After one bottle was poured down, the wine bottle broke and Yongzi's father suffered a bloody head.

After being beaten, Yongzi's father turned around and finally realized that there was an outsider in his home.

The pain and the effects of alcohol surged in Yongzi's father's mind at the same time. He reached out and touched blood on his hand.

"mlg..." Yongzi's father cursed, and without asking a single word, he came up to fight Zhao Mingwang with a bottle in hand.

Zhao Mingwang was frightened by him, and his subconscious action was to throw the half-empty wine bottle in his hand directly at Yongzi's father's face. Then, after being hit on the shoulder, he picked up another bottle and hit him on the head.

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At this moment, Yongzi's father fell directly to the ground. The bottles and cans on the ground were knocked over, and jingle bells and oranges were scattered all over the floor.

Zhao Mingwang was so frightened that he stepped forward to sniff and then sat down on the ground in fright.

"Dead...dead?!"

In panic and daze, Zhao Mingwang's heartbeat was so fast that it was about to jump out of his throat.

Resisting the desire to vomit, Zhao Mingwang hurriedly crawled to Yongzi, shook Yongzi awake, and carried him out the door.

"This is how the life in my hands came about." Zhao Mingwang said to Sun Wu while smoking a cigarette.

Sun Wu also had a cigarette in his mouth. He was getting excited when he was talking. Zhao Mingwang picked up the cigarette that he was reluctant to smoke and gave it to each of them.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, Sun Wu had no cigarette in his hand and his words were a little unclear, "Although you killed someone, you are not a bad person."

In fact, it is difficult to distinguish between good and bad people.

There are always good things about people, and there are always bad things. There may be people who are completely bad because of mental and personality problems, and there may be people who are completely kind and willing to dedicate themselves unconditionally, but there are too few of those people in the world.

Even hundreds of millions of people may not appear in a few billions of years.
Chapter completed!