"hiss…"

"what--"

Xiao Pangdun and Li Yao fell down together.

Both of them fell out of the sand pit, and the little fat boy started crying loudly.

Several children nearby quickly gathered over, and from their perspective, the fat boy Zhou Zilong raised his hand and pushed Li Yao, and then they both fell down together.

"Zhou Zilong, you are so bad!"

"That's right! We don't play with bad kids!"

"I won't play with you!"

"Bad boy!"

Li Yao's palm was scratched, he lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and said nothing. The scratch on his palm was exposed to the air. His skin was very white, and this small wound looked very serious.

Zhou Zilong closed his eyes and cried, shouting that it was not his fault. He was dragged down, and it was not him who bullied others!

"He is the bad boy!" Xiaopang felt more and more aggrieved and cried out of breath.

But no one believed him. After all, he used to love bragging and telling lies. The other kids all gathered around Li Yao, asking about his well-being, and no one cared about him.

Not only that, the children's noisy noise attracted the attention of the parents on the other side, and they all came over together.

As soon as Li Qiao approached, Li Yao rushed over in two steps and hugged his mother's legs. He was so small and looked very aggrieved.

Zhou Zilong's mother is a physical education teacher. When she saw the fair and tender child was injured, she knew what was happening to her son and quickly apologized.

They live in the same neighborhood and see each other every day. They may even go to the same school in the future. I really don’t want the kids to become enemies.

Several children were talking to each other about what had happened.

"It was Zhou Zilong's younger brother who pushed me!"

"He's bad!"

"He bullied Mu Mu last time!"

Mu Mu is the little girl who left dirty marks on Li Yao's legs.

Zhou Zilong, who was "framed", sat on the ground, kicking his legs and rolling around.

Until many other kids said, "Zhou Zilong said his brother doesn't have a father, he's the worst!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the looks from the other parents nearby became very subtle, with Zhou Zilong's mother being the most embarrassed.

She grabbed her fat son who was throwing a tantrum on the ground and slapped him twice on the buttocks. "Who taught you to be so foul-mouthed? Apologize to your brother now."

Zhou Zilong's eyes widened as he was spanked in public. The four-year-old already felt ashamed. He shook his head desperately, "No apology!"

He didn't dare to say that Li Yao had no father. He also fell down, so why did everyone scold him?

Mother Zhou slapped him on the butt again, and the little fat boy started crying and choking, but he just refused to give in.

There was no other way. As a parent, Zhou's mother could only set a good example. "I'm sorry, Li Yao's mother. My child has been spoiled. I apologize to you again."

She thought that after her husband got off work, she would have to go to the family's house and give them a gift.

Li Qiao spread out Li Yao's palm, and the little guy looked up and smiled, indicating that he was fine. He took back his little hand, turned around like a little adult and said shyly to Mother Zhou: "I don't blame my brother."

Mother Zhou:!

A mother's heart was moved.

Why does his rebellious son always bully others?

So, he glanced at his fat son and said unhappily, "Look how well-behaved he is. Just wait for him when he gets home." It was not convenient to do that outside, so he made fried pork with bamboo shoots for him when he got home.

Zhou Zilong's buttocks tightened, his eyes were red, and he knew that he couldn't avoid this beating today...

"It's all your fault that you're ugly! Otherwise I wouldn't compare my father with someone else!" After being a coward for a long time, he finally acted impulsively.

Mother Zhou was not angry. She snorted, "You think you are right? Since you look down on me, don't eat the pork elbow I made tonight!"

Zhou Zilong pursed his lips and stopped humming.

This little farce passed just like that.

The four-year-old naughty child did not have his naughty parents who unconditionally supported him, so he was suppressed.

Li Qiao didn't want to argue with the child, mainly because the little guy next to him didn't care and even whispered something in the fat boy's ear.

Xiaopang was stunned.

The children were fighting and arguing with each other one second and making peace with each other the next.

The parents gradually dispersed, probably because they thought the children's fight was harmless.

Li Yao's palm was scratched, and Li Qiao prepared to take him home.

Li Yao followed him obediently, but turned around and smiled with his eyes curved. The little fat boy was still in a daze.

"Your mother doesn't love you."

"Your mother doesn't love you."

"Your mother doesn't love you."

……

This sentence repeated over and over in his mind.

Li Yao's words broke the defense of the four-year-old Xiaopang. He didn't know what love was, he just knew that his mother favored other children.

Mother Zhou also left with the other parents, leaving the children to continue playing.

Because Li Yao was gone, several little girls put the "blame" on Zhou Zilong.

"It's all your fault! You pissed off your brother and he left!"

"My brother's mother will definitely not let him play with us anymore. It's all your fault!"

"We don't want to play with you! Don't come over here!"

……

The little fat boy was excluded from the edge. There were only a few playmates of the same age in the community. If he didn't play with them, who else could he play with?

Unlike his disheveled self, Li Yao was in a good mood when he left with his mother.

He was not offended, he really didn't have a father and didn't need one, but he hated bad kids, even though he himself became a "bad kid".

"Do you know what daddy is?"

The child has never known the word "dad" since he was young. Does he know what a dad is?

Li Yao was about to nod, but found that he should act ignorant now.

So Li Qiao explained to him: "Every baby has a father and a mother, but some fathers or mothers may not be with us."

"What about me? Do I have a father too?" Li Yao pretended to be very curious.

He once wondered if his mother treated him like that because she didn't like his father, but later he realized that the woman just didn't love him or even hated him, nothing else mattered.

"Of course the baby has a father." Li Qiao said firmly.

"But, your baby's dad has turned into a star and will always be watching over you in the sky."

Li Yao felt no wavering.

This kind of lies to deceive children is so fake.

But the two-year-old "he" will believe it.

……

The Zhou family has a good family tradition. That night, the three of them came to the door and brought two boxes of children's milk.

Their family runs a pork factory, and Zhou's father made his fortune by being a butcher. He is big and strong, and really "strong".

The fat little boy Zhou Zilong’s eyes were red and swollen. I don’t know how long he had been crying. He must have been beaten.

Li Qiao didn't want to accept the gift, but the family was very eager to apologize and left without waiting for her to refuse.

Li Yao took the initiative to carry the two boxes of milk to the unused small room.

He said he would keep it for later drinking because he accepted the apology and considered Zhou Zilong his friend.

In fact, the little boy tore open the carton with an expressionless face, opened a can of milk and poured it into the toilet.

He took a sip of the second can and poured it out.

It tastes terrible, he thought.

Friend, he doesn't need it.

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