I’m a Gangster [Quick Wear]

Shao Ziguang did not expect that he was already an adult, and he would be subjected to this kind of corporal punishment. He did not try to resist, but his father, who obviously looked rickety, was so powerful that he would not allow him to resist at all when he started his hands. .

"Tuk-Tuk-Tuk."

Shao Ziguang stood up silently when he heard the knock on the door.

Shao Yu got up and opened the door. He heard the voice of Shao Ziguang's recitation suddenly stopped. After all, he still considered his face and did not let him kneel back in front of outsiders. Instead, he said: "Keep on reciting, don't stop."

The person outside is the neighbor Lao Zheng.

"Old Shao, borrow a pair of scissors, but I couldn't find any one in my house."

"Brother Zheng, wait a minute, I'll get it for you." Shao Yu finished speaking and went into the kitchen.

Under Shao Yu's threat, Shao Ziguang's reciting voice became lower and lower. He shrank from the corner and lowered his head. When he saw an acquaintance, his face suddenly became hot.

"What's wrong with Xiaoguang? Did you provoke your dad?" Old Zheng asked with a smile, looking at Shao Ziguang in the corner with some curiosity.

"No, it's just that my dad is in a bad mood." Shao Ziguang said with aggrieved face.

I didn't know that Old Zheng gave a light "tsk" and said: "You kid, don't tell the truth, your dad is so honest and never messed up. It must be you who provoke him."

Just as Shao Ziguang wanted to explain, he saw Shao Yu walking out of the kitchen.

"Continue to recite, don't be lazy." Shao Yu glared, then turned around and smiled and handed the scissors to Lao Zheng.

Old Zheng took the scissors, but before he spoke, he suddenly heard Shao Ziguang's voice from the corner.

"Prosperity, democracy, civilization, harmony..." The voice was low and non-magnetic, but it seemed as weak as if he hadn't eaten enough for three days.

Old Zheng was slightly taken aback.

"Speak louder!" Shao Yu said.

Shao Ziguang raised his breath a little, increased the volume, and reluctantly backed: "Freedom, equality, justice, legal system..."

Old Zheng smiled and said, "This kid would have worked so hard a long time ago, Old Shao, I always told you that children should not be used to them. Spoiled, let me say, the penalty is still too light, my house has cane, do you want to lend it to you?"

Shao Ziguang, who originally thought that Old Zheng would help to persuade him:? ? ?

"No, the child is not good, just teach it slowly. If it doesn't happen again..." Shao Yu paused, met Shao Ziguang's hopeful eyes, and said, "Then go to your house to borrow the rattan."

[Strong value +2]

Shao Ziguang: I feel like I've been caught.

Lao Zheng nodded and said, "If you don't fight it, don't be polite with him. I will give you the cane directly when I turn around. My kids are old and they don't need it anymore. Your Xiaoguang needs it even more. "

Shao Ziguang, who was reciting the "core values" in the corner and not forgetting to listen: I thank you.

Shao Yu smiled and sent the person out of the door, turned around, and looked at Shao Ziguang with deep eyes: "You told people that I was in a bad mood, so I punish you?"

[Strong value +3]

Shao Ziguang's heart is not too much to mention. He never expected that Shao Yu's hearing is so good. He clearly said that middle-aged and elderly people are most prone to hearing deterioration. Why does it not show up on Shao Yu at all.

"Dad, I was wrong." Shao Ziguang quickly admitted his mistake.

Shao Yu sneered when he heard the words.

Ten minutes later, Shao Ziguang moved from the corner of the wall to the coffee table.

On the coffee table are a stack of exercise books for primary school students, and a book with a white background and a yellow seal: "Ideological and Moral Cultivation and Legal Foundation".

Shao Ziguang was still kneeling on the ground, half of his body lying on the coffee table.

Shao Yu: "The characters are too ugly, rewrite."

Shao Ziguang's face was stubborn: "I don't."

"Sigh! It hurts, it hurts! I'll rewrite it right away!"

[Strong value +2]

Two minutes later.

Shao Yu: "Copy serial, rewrite!"

Shao Ziguang: "Smear it off."

"It hurts! Dad, calm down, I'll rewrite it right away."

[Strong value +2]

…

Shao Ziguang only felt that this day was the darkest day in his life.

That night, Shao Yu didn't even go to the night market. He only ran to the hospital and stared at Shao Ziguang the rest of the time.

From afternoon to night, Shao Ziguang read and read at night until twelve o'clock, before he tremblingly copied half of the "Ideological and Moral Cultivation and Legal Basis".

The copy of Shao Ziguang's eyes are lost. He hasn't been nearsighted after so many years of studying. He just thinks that if he continues like this, he will probably get it.

It’s not that Shao Ziguang didn’t want to resist, but he had no money at all, and his mobile phone was confiscated by Shao Yu, and he had nowhere to go. Moreover, Shao Yu nowadays, in the eyes of Shao Ziguang, is completely a living Hades, since Shao Yu showed his strength. After that, Shao Ziguang was completely suppressed.

Shao Ziguang didn't expect at all that his old father, who was honest and honest, would have a heavy blow against him.

It was painful for Shao Yu to hit someone with his hands, but his hitting method was very tricky. There were no traces of the place where he was beaten, and there were no sequelae, but it was more painful than the bruising of the beating.

Facing such a living Hades, Shao Ziguang had to compromise.

The next morning, when Shao Yu was dug out from the bed, although Shao Ziguang was still reluctant, but he was as good as a quail. He did whatever Shao Yu asked him to do, and he didn't even resist too much.

In just one day, Shao Yu would not think that he could teach a prodigal son into a five-good young man. He knew that Shao Ziguang must still be secretly holding back to do bad things, but what Shao Yu wants is not a good baby who only knows how to be obedient.

This sunrise stall still only occupies a corner position, but there are obviously more guests today than yesterday.

After all the ingredients were exhausted, the father and son pushed the dining car back.

"Are there more guests today than yesterday?" Shao Yu asked.

Shao Ziguang, who was pushing the dining car, responded softly.

Shao Yu saw that he was doing well today, so he took the lead. Shao Ziguang immediately noticed that the dining car had become lighter, and looked at Shao Yu with some gratitude.

As soon as his gratitude arose, Shao Ziguang couldn't wait to slap himself immediately, scolding himself for being bought by such a small favor. It should have been Shao Yu's thing to push the dining car, so why should I thank him instead?

When handing over the accounts this time, because of the painful lesson of stealing money yesterday, Shao Ziguang did not dare to play tricks, and honestly handed over all the money he received to Shao Yu.

"This is your wages." After Shao Yu finished ordering, he drew out twenty yuan.

"Thank you Dad." Shao Ziguang said with a smile.

At the same time, out of the corner of Shao Yu's eyes, he saw a line of words: [Gong precision value +5]

Shao Yu glanced at Shao Ziguang in surprise. The young man in front of him was smiling and looked elegant and easy-going. He was not at all as anxious and depraved as he was when he was hit a few times before.

Shao Yu didn't know for a moment whether he should lament that Shao Ziguang has been able to take the courage, or whether he should lament that he did not say anything to bully, so that Shao Ziguang felt that he was being taken.

Shao Ziguang was brewing a dormant plan in his heart. He fantasized about his Jedi counterattack for countless times, which surprised Shao Yu. For this reason, he continued to dress for several days, and he even made a breakthrough: following Shao Yu and learned to do hand grasping. cake.

Because he made a big determination this time, he worked hard during the study process, and the hand cakes he made were of the same level as Shao Yu's.

What Shao Ziguang thought in his heart was that when he found an opportunity, he stole the money from the family and ran away directly at that time. It was nothing more than such a difficult and hot day.

"Boss, here's a hand cake, please add an extra sausage."

The sudden voice interrupted Shao Ziguang's illusion. He immediately put on a smiling face and followed Shao Yu's way, saying: "Okay, wait for a beautiful lady, you will be fine soon."

The one who bought the hand cake was a young girl, who looked like she was in her early twenties, and she seemed to have just graduated from college. The baby's fat on her face had not completely faded, and she smiled and said to Shao Ziguang: "The boss made hand cake too. It’s delicious, I still want to eat it. If this goes on, I don’t know which day I can lose weight successfully."

Shao Ziguang thought "Lao Tzu's hand cake is the best in the world", but said modestly: "Where is it, you are too polite."

A male diners waiting on the side said, "Don't be humble, the boss, your hand-cooked cakes, the materials are affordable, and within a few miles, your family can do the best."

"That's right, don't be humble." The guests next to him also said, I don't know when, a lot of people gathered in front of this small dining car.

Shao Ziguang suddenly felt a strange feeling in his heart.

He lived to such an age, although he did not hear much praise from Zhang Meiyu, he rarely received recognition from outsiders.

The grades are average, and the teachers ignore him.

His character is not good and his peers exclude him.

Can't make money, his girlfriend hates him.

Shao Ziguang didn't expect that the first time he was recognized by outsiders was because of the stall he disliked the most.