He blames his mother for being a very useless person!
I always remember that scene where he took out his belt and whipped his mother.
There is no horror or horror as imagined, only violence, no blood!
There were no deafening screams or struggles.
Not even desperate shouts and cries!
I couldn't hear any sound from my mother. She just huddled together, hugging herself into a ball, lying on the ground with such a thin body, and allowed her father to start beating and scolding her.
I didn't react, I just watched from the side without stopping or crying.
The street was dark and cold, with no onlookers and no one blocking it. There were just cars with flashing lights in front of them. The falling white snow turned the air into ice cubes. After taking a breath, I felt like my whole body was frozen.
!
The belt was always waving, beating the mother's thin body in the very cold air.
I saw scarlet liquid flowing out from under my mother's head. It was very red and dyed the snow on the ground red.
Then the father was crazy enough and beaten enough. He looked at the unresponsive woman on the ground without any pity. He stepped on her head, glanced at the beaten blue face, cursed and spit, without looking.
We took one look and left without hesitation.
The figure didn't linger at all.
I thought my mother was dead. I should say I really wished she was dead!
It's a pity she didn't die.
I still managed to survive. When I opened my body, which had been beaten to pieces, I saw broken bones one by one.
Her hand was still stretched out in the direction of her father, her eyes were filled with tears, her hand was twisted but she was still looking forward.
What is the mother trying to catch?
Or do you think you can save something?
Could it be that she still hoped that her father would turn around and look at her?
What an irony!
Why don't you understand that her father doesn't love her at all? He doesn't have any pity for her at all.
He no longer loves women!
Love disappears completely, and what remains is the bestiality that destroys conscience.
I didn't know I would be so strong at that time to carry my dying mother back to my parents' home.
The person who opened the door was a woman!
I don’t know him, I should say I have no impression even if I have seen him before.
The woman glanced at me and saw the blood on my body, and said in horror: "Where are you injured, Shiqin? Why are you bleeding so much?"
I shook my head and my throat hurt so much that I didn't know if blood would come out after I opened my mouth.
The woman looked at my mother on my back and screamed in surprise. Then she called the other people in the room and carried my mother inside.
Grandma sat on the kang, tears streaming down her face: "My child, how did you end up like this? Who hit you? Mu Zhize?"
Grandma's crying was so loud that it hurt my ears. Finally, I couldn't help but cover my ears and felt something flowing out!
"Shiqin, what's wrong with your ears, little Shiqin?" This was the last sound I heard. It might have been said by the woman!
Then I fainted and when I woke up again, I was already in the hospital.
Next to her is the mother of the walking dead.
She is a very poor person, but a very qualified mother.
Even though her body was covered with gauze and bleeding, she still sat in front of me and took care of me.
Her lips kept moving, as if she was saying something, but I couldn't hear it.
Later I found out that I was temporarily deaf and had acute otitis media.