Chapter 273 Social Garbage Dad Irritable Online 28
Chapter 273 Social Trash Dad Is Angry Online 28
Zhang Guihua scolded in a low voice, "What are you doing? You are not a human being."
Xiaojie's mother felt that her outlook on life was shattered, "You stuff iron into the wood and let the tiger hit the dust. The tiger hits the head! If you hit the child with such an iron hammer, wouldn't it kill him?"
People from the surrounding area immediately gathered around to join in the fun, with everything from big to small.
The tiger cub cried "Ouch", crying heartbreakingly.
Zhang Guihua lowered her head and didn't speak at first. Then she may have gained courage and raised her head again, "What are you shouting! What are you shouting! Look who is being beaten now! It's my tiger son who is being beaten!"
"Are you still reasonable?" Xiaojie's mother shook her head and couldn't understand. She pointed at Zhang Guihua, "I'll give this iron hammer wrapped in wood to Lu Youming, and your whole family will just wait to be beaten! Who will come to save you?
you!"
As he spoke, he walked away.
"Hey! Give me back the hammer! You grabbed something!" Zhang Guihua wanted to grab it, but was stopped by the onlookers.
The tiger in his hand grabbed her hair and started kicking and fussing. Zhang Guihua didn't have time to coax her, so she stretched out her hand to get it.
The people around him were not jealous, and they guessed that something was wrong.
Seeing that Zhang Guihua could not get it, she hugged Huzi and left.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Lu Youming came home drunk.
Xiaojie's mother waited until half past nine and couldn't wait any longer, so she ran to Lu Youming's home to take a look.
Oh.
Drunk as hell.
He also locked the door.
Xiaojie's mother looked at Fuchen, wondering if Fuchen was lucky or unlucky to have such a father.
She had to go to work tomorrow morning, so Xiaojie's mother handed Fuchen to the uncle next door, told him the reason for the incident, and asked him to explain to Lu Youming.
The old man was about to knock on the door to wake up Lu Youming, but Xiaojie's mother stopped him.
"Uncle, let's wait until he wakes up. If he's so drunk and acting out of anger, what will happen when the time comes?"
The uncle then swallowed his anger and did not forget to say "poof" when he left. He was very disappointed with Lu Youming as a father.
In the middle of the night, I woke up in confusion and found someone missing from the bed.
Lu Youming patted his head and thought for a long time, then remembered that he was still at Xiaojie's mother's house.
Um.
Good.
He fell asleep and fell asleep.
Early in the morning, I was woken up by the man next door knocking on the door.
"You still don't know how big a thing is. Sleep, sleep, sleep! How can you, a father, sleep?" The old man's nosy mouth could not be idle.
Lu Youming didn't sleep enough and was discouraged. He sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the uncle with side eyes, waiting for him to say "big things".
The uncle threw a wooden mallet on the table, "This is the tool Zhang Guihua asked his son to beat away the dust. Take a look."
The mallet made a dull clang on the table.
When the road is clear, pick up the gavel.
I immediately knew the weight was wrong.
If you look carefully, you will see that there is a gap in the middle of the mallet. Use a tool to pry it open, revealing the iron block inside.
A small iron hammer.
It weighs two or three kilograms.
Of little use.
But hitting a child on the head is definitely enough.
"Where's the dust?" Lu Youming's eyes became sharp.
His temperament has always been rather dark.
He used to be a street rat.
When Fuchen comes, he is just a big rat that eats and sleeps, and has been nesting in his home.
It bites people when it gets angry.
There was never anyone there.
Except for Wang Jiajun, no one is considered his friend. Everyone helps him for the sake of the child.
Now, he feels like a very hungry rat, coming out to bite people.
"It's at my house. It's okay." The uncle thought about saying something nice. "Your Fuchen was smart. He blocked it with a bench and pushed away the gavel. Then he picked up the gavel and hit Huzi's foot. She is nothing.
No. Hu Zi’s feet are probably quite choked.”
Lu Youming was too lazy to listen to so much, so he walked to his uncle's house and saw Fuchen sleeping peacefully. He picked him up and put it by his neck.
A warm feeling came from the right side of the face and neck.
This little bit of warmth is like a seed planted in darkness, emitting a faint light.
I don't know if I'm alive or not.
Lu Youming pinched Fuchen's nose with his hand, and Fuchen's small mouth immediately opened and he breathed through his mouth.
Lu Youming lowered his ring finger, pressed it against the middle finger, and blocked his mouth.
The eyes on his head immediately opened, his head tilted back, his mouth opened, and he bit his ring finger.
The action only takes a moment.
The pain is also momentary.
"Ouch -" Lu Youming pulled out his hand and shook it off, "Fuck you, you little heartless person."
The uncle on the other side didn't know much about the fun of playing with children. He sighed that he was getting old and walked out.
Fuchen stared at Lu Youming.
Lu Youming raised his hand and hit Fuchen on the head, then hugged him and left.
When he returned home, he tied the gavel with a strip of cloth and wrapped a layer of cloth around the top and bottom of the gavel.
After eating breakfast and feeding, Lu Youming put the mallet into the inner pocket of his clothes.
On the road, I met Zhang Cuihua, the director of the Women's Federation. She tried to persuade her, "I've heard about your family's affairs. Don't be impulsive. What should you do if someone comes to you? If anything happens, you can call the police."
Lu Youming remained silent and said nothing.
Zhang Cuihua tried to persuade her a little, but knowing it was useless, she warned, "Be careful of your measure."
Lu Youming nodded slightly and left.
There is no point in calling the police. Only when something goes wrong can you call the police.
But that's too late.
I found Zhang Guihua's house in front of the threshing floor. The house was locked.
It happened that Xiaojie's mother was drinking porridge from a bowl and asked about the situation.
"She said she was going to her parents' house. She was avoiding you." Xiaojie's mother emphasized, "I think her husband doesn't know yet. He even asked us what happened. We didn't say much and asked him to ask Zhang Guihua.
.He didn’t ask any more questions and went out to work early in the morning.”
Lu Youming stared at the padlocked door, thinking about something.
He knows the advantages and disadvantages of men and women in a male society.
If he goes to beat Zhang Guihua, no matter whether it is right or wrong, Zhang Guihua's husband will come out to defend Zhang Guihua and fight with him.
His purpose was to make Zhang Guihua feel uncomfortable.
Moreover, it will be Zhang Guihua who will lead Hu Zi in the future.
When playing in a village, Fuchen will always meet Huzi.
Lu Youming squatted at the end of the village.
The villagers saw him sitting on a small chair with Fu Chen and glanced at the setting sun, thinking he was basking in the sun.
Fuchen was lying on the small stool. He could stand up, but after taking two steps, his body became soft.
Lu Youming listened to the story on the radio and thought about nothing.
When Zhang Guihua's husband came back and saw Lu Youming, he felt his scalp tightening.
When Erba Bicycle passed by Lu Youming, he just stared at it.
Longping Village is not a big place, and anyone with good information will know what is going on.
Everyone looked at Lu Youming and Zhang Guihua's husband, expecting a fight.
Everyone has the heart to watch the excitement.
But Zhang Guihua's husband walked over holding the bicycle, and Lu Youming showed no reaction. He turned his head and even removed the dusty bench, causing her to fall.
Zhang Guihua's husband heard about the incident and was lucky: after all, something happened to his own child, so don't touch the other child's child.
Just think of it as shooting yourself in the foot, forget it. There is no need to take action.
For several days, Lu Youming got up early and sat in the village with Fuchen.
People who came back from get off work in the evening also saw Lu Youming sitting at the end of the village.
Zhang Guihua's husband went back and forth for several days but never took action, so he just let it go.
I called my mother-in-law to come back.
Spring has begun, and every household has to plant seeds.
Even those who work long-term will take two days to help sow seeds.
Zhang Guihua's husband was reluctant to ask for leave, so when he returned home, he took the seeds and went to the fields to sow them himself.
The fields are behind the village.
Usually when it gets dark, no one will come here except for playful children.
Lu Youming hid under the big tree behind the village, watching Zhang Guihua's husband who was working alone.
