critical value

Ever since I was cheated a lot by the head of the local Zhang department, and was humiliated in front of epilepsy, a new habit has developed between me and epilepsy-he would take advantage of me every day on the way home from school. Without paying attention, he kicked me so hard on the back that I almost grabbed the ground with my head...

I was still very confused at the beginning, but within a few days I found out the truth of the matter—in fact, it was because this boy was fooled by me for a moment and felt a great humiliation, and now he is using one by one The big black footprints on my back represent the anger in my heart.

I didn't lie to him at all, I was also a victim!So, I was also very unhappy in my heart, all kinds of unhappy, unhappy to the limit, obviously it was others who were wrong, why was it me who suffered the pain in the end? (hugging headache) I always feel that my heart is in more pain than Jia Doudou now, and I really want to cry miserably, just like a few of us played football in Jia Doudou's house a long time ago, and we kicked badly When he broke more than one pane of glass in his house, he cried so heartily—although it’s right for the old man to be beaten badly by Ma Ma in the end, but the culprits of us squatted in the corner to watch the excitement... ...

Looking back now, Jia Doudou once seemed to be the sufferer of unfairness among us, just like me now...

Feel sorry for yourself for 1 second.

Why is it one second?uh-huh?Because Bengong is definitely not a submissive person like Jia Doudou. After roaring up to the sky, with the setting of opening and hanging in my system text, I will be able to naturally achieve "the anger has not yet been released, and the rest will fall to the sky", so I have the last laugh. It must still be the palace~~~~

Ever since I knew the real reason why he kicked me every day, until I almost grabbed the ground with my head, I also started to trip him every day, and the trip became more and more ruthless day by day, so hard that he almost grabbed the ground with his head .Two people on the side of the street, one is jumping around in order to kick people and avoid being tripped, and the other is repeating a certain basic movement in hip-hop dance over and over again in order to trip each other and avoid being kicked - it looks like a special snake spirit It's just that the "authority fans" were completely intoxicated by it at that time, so they didn't notice it.

It’s only now that I think about it now that I feel that the two of them had a high rate of turning heads at that time... As for why they didn’t attract pedestrians to watch at that time, the reason is very simple, the section of the road from school to his home is basically It is a small dark alley where few people walk. Even if there are some spacious roads occasionally, more than half of the street lights are broken, and where the lights are dim, no one passes by. Even if someone passes by, they will not see us because of the lighting.

It seems that he suddenly understands why his dear Mama wants him to go home so early every day. The road conditions are like this. Any Mama, except my Mama, will be worried about their children...

I think back then, when my beautiful Mama and I were living in a poor apartment, I would go crazy and play outside every day, and I didn’t know when all the good children of the same age went to bed and snored. Home, usually when I go home at this time, there will only be two results - [-]. My dear Baba suddenly wants to see my beautiful Ma Ma, and Ma Ma treats him with all kinds of "dear dah~ what dah?" ~" In order to squeeze our mother and child's living expenses for a year, or is it the capital for her to play mahjong tomorrow?[-]. When I got home, she had already gone to find my best friend to play mahjong, and she couldn’t come back until four o’clock in the morning~

Because there are only two results when I go home late, and I can sum it up with only two words "ignore", so I have been carefree and wild outside since I was a child, first I caught bugs with the kindergarten children, and I didn't know that When I was possessed by some old man, I once collected thousands of live ants, and then brewed them into medicinal wine with an extremely skillful technique, which was finally kept in the study by my dear grandpa. Works that make him feel proud.

Then, it was almost dark, and the children’s dear Baba and Mama were lying on their stomachs by the window in an ugly posture, calling their names, and by the way added: "Go home for dinner!" So The children all ran back home as if they had received an imperial decree. What I have always wondered is how those parents managed to be so unanimous. In just a few minutes, more than a dozen children just ran away. I'm the only one left.

But at this time, the primary school students finished their homework and ran downstairs to play. I also did a lot of bad things with them. What I remember most is following them to set fire in the backyard. Why set fire?For roasted potatoes, roasted sweet potatoes, roasted ham sausage.When I think about it now, I suddenly feel that those elementary school students who can only play games are so weak. At that time, we were in the small pine forest every night, and the fire was so bright that it was like some cult was holding a ceremony. It was reported by residents countless times and warned by the neighborhood committee countless times. In the end, they cut down the whole small pine forest to stop our behavior—it was not like this, because the time when they cut down the tree happened to coincide with the time when the primary school students started to go to junior high school, and we never saw them again up.

I suspect that my big black hands that have been burned with carbon are also because of the fire at that time. I still remember that I was too stupid when I was young, and I don’t know how many times I was burned by the fire.It's strange to say that most children would have their legs broken by Ma Ma for doing such a stupid thing, but my beautiful Ma Ma didn't even know that my hand was charcoal.Why is this?

After that, I usually sit downstairs alone for a while, waiting for some drunks who still remember coming home before the three quarters of the ugly hour. When I meet a drunk who is normal and drunk, I will follow him and ring the doorbell of other people's houses.

Then it's time for me to go home.

The next morning, the children from the same kindergarten would come to my house to wake me up, so I was unkempt, unkempt and dressed casually, and ran to the kindergarten to go to school. On the way, I passed a small shop where Ma Ma often played mahjong. They also bought mahjong part-time For breakfast, at that time, I would buy something on credit.

Looking back, I was able to buy food from outside without restriction at a young age, and I could even stop eating at home for several months in a row. Life has been envied by many children until now.But at that time, I had no choice but to live like this—one, Ma Ma didn’t cook, and two, Ma Ma spent money like running water, and I couldn’t keep my pocket money.

As for why I can occasionally eat home meals?Because of my coquettish and unrestrained domineering, sometimes he would come to our wife’s small broken apartment on a whim, and cook for us with vegetables bought from the tricycle on the street. In fact, he wanted to hear my beautiful Ma. Ma "Wow~ You are so good~ Cooking is delicious~" Such an exaggerated compliment.

Sometimes my bully will have a whim in a whim, and after running to Xiaosha's apartment, he will not only be numb with me, but also care for me a little bit.In fact, every time I change shoes when I enter the door, I will be very happy when I see a pair of big boat-like shoes with a pair of Snoopy puppy socks stuffed inside. That feeling of the breeze blowing your hair up.

Sure enough, when I looked up, I could see Ba ​​Ba lying on the sofa, leaning against the beautiful Ma Ma's arms, shaking her hands leisurely in mid-air, brushing her hair back and forth, stroking her small face, He was saying something in a low, inaudible voice.I would often stand there for a while longer in a daze, hoping that my tyrant could "sit up" and say to me with a smile like a rich landlord: "Little lunatic, come here."

Then he started to hug left and right, hugging my beautiful Mama while hugging me who was still a child in kindergarten. Sometimes the three of us would chat in a mess, but in fact he couldn’t stop talking for a while, and then I He asked all kinds of annoying questions with shining star eyes, and he answered them one by one patiently, while Ma Ma used some exaggerated modal particles to express his emotions.

We often talk about the vegetables he bought. Just now, I went to a certain red tricycle to buy a handful of Chinese cabbage, but I was cheated by the vegetable farmer. I thought it would be cheaper to tie it with a rope, but in fact the innermost All of them are poor quality dishes.Otherwise, it means that the food he cooked today is delicious, so delicious that I want to worship him, I will ask him "Baba, where is the food?" He said that he ate it all because it was so delicious.

I mumbled, "Wow~"

My dad replied: "Haha."

Sometimes we won't say anything, just leaning together like this, after a long time, he suddenly said a word: "Actually, this is pretty good."

Then there was another long silence...

Although my father would occasionally let me eat home-cooked meals, I was almost as close to the truth as no one cared about me. Not suddenly, but wanting to be beaten up for a long time, which is what the folks call "the itchy skin should be tightened", which is almost the same feeling.

But when I seized the opportunity, I hinted to my beautiful Ma Ma that she didn't understand, and when I finally caught up with my whims and whims, I would hug me and lie on the sofa, I would ask He: "Ba Ba, do you think it's normal for a person to want to be beaten all the time when he's fine?"

He said: "It's good, at least I don't want to beat people."

My psychology was interpreted by child psychologists as a lack of parental affection and wanting obvious attention.

It feels like what he said makes sense.

But every time I saw my dear Mama who had epilepsy looking at him viciously through the crack of the door, I suddenly felt that it would be better not to be noticed. In the past 22 years since I was born, I have gotten used to being free.

The author has something to say:

I was really miserable today. I finally got a bit of inspiration after watching the male protagonist of the TV series. Then I ran over and found that my mother was actually shopping. The balance is not enough... I just stand aside and "give me my life--"