My dad looked at Xiazi and said: I have been soft all my life. I have never complained when others bullied me. But I can’t see my son being wronged, and I can’t see my wife being wronged.
Xiazi moved his mouth but said nothing. But Datou smiled: "Okay, then let me see what you are going to do?"
My dad said, "I have to protect my family." Then my dad stretched out his hand to me.
My mother screamed: "Mingming, don't give it to your dad!"
I didn't listen, so I handed Dad the knife, walked over and helped my mother, and said, "Mom, you have to believe Dad."[
When I said this, I shed tears.
When I was a child, I had fights and I never dared to tell my family. Because I knew that if my dad found out, he would definitely beat me. Because his motto is: "If you don't cause trouble, how can others come to you?"
He kept this motto his whole life and then tried to influence my outlook on life.
But he and I both know that even if we don't cause trouble, those troubles will still come to us.
I looked at my father, and he stood in front of me like a mountain, even if he was knocked down, insulted, and laughed at.
He is still a mountain, a mountain that can protect me.
My dad moved his thumb, and a bright knife light flashed by, and the sharp blade gave off a cold light.
Datou smiled and didn't take it seriously at all.
My dad said, "I won't be able to spend these 10,000 yuan."
Xiazi shook his head: "You are too impulsive." Xiaohai still had a cold expression.
Big Tou opened his arms and pointed at his chest: "Come on, old guy, stab here."
My dad was like a lion trapped in a cage for a long time. He roared and rushed over.
Da Tou swung a punch, which happened to open my father's wrist holding the knife. Then he kicked my father again on the chest.
The switchblade fell to the ground, and my father's tall body fell as well.
Ten thousand yuan was scattered all over the floor.
My dad's head was on the ground with his eyes open, but he didn't have the strength to stand up. It seemed that the kick from the big head was really hard.
——A person who follows Xiao Hai at such a young age is an ordinary person?
My mother cried again and lay on top of my father, trying to help him up.
But my dad looked at me from beginning to end and moved his lips slightly.[