The days of being a fake son for President Xiao

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With the cognition of an eight-year-old child, he still can't fully understand this passage, but he knows that the price has increased a lot compared to last year. This year he can have a good income, pay tuition and miscellaneous fees, and buy daily necessities for the family. There is still some money left.He lowered his head, moved his toes, and the broken shoe was like a grinning little monster.And maybe... reward yourself with a new pair of shoes.He wiped the sweat off his face casually, and his smile deepened, dazzling like the sun in front of him.

"Lin Xiaofan, you've caught a lot of cicadas, it's amazing, can you teach us?"

An immature child's voice sounded beside Lin Xiaofan, he turned his head and looked, it was Lin Guodong, a few houses away from his home, although the children in the village were unwilling to deal with Xiaofan when they were young, Xiaofan could remember every child.Counting it, this was also the first time that he took the initiative to approach Xiaofan.

Lin Xiaofan smiled and nodded vigorously, walking towards him happily.

"You can't talk to him!" The urgent and sharp childish voice followed.Lin Guodong's partner, Lin Jiahui, finally found him. Seeing this scene, he hurried to stop him.He grabbed Lin Guodong's arm and took a few steps back, as if Xiaofan was a terrifying monster, he hurriedly moved away from him.

He was talking to Lin Guodong, but stared at Lin Xiaofan with hostility, and said in a childlike tone: "His mother is a bad woman, he is not from our Linjiacun, he is the child of Old Wang next door. And those who are sick will infect you! If you play with him, I will ignore you again. I will also tell Xiaotong and them to ignore you."

Although the cicada-catching tool in Xiaofan's hand is quite tempting, but in the end it was the fear of being isolated by his companions that prevailed. Lin Guodong was pulled by his companions and walked away step by step, lingering on the tool in Xiaofan's hand. His eyes were full of nostalgia and regret.

Xiaofan's joyful mood seemed to be splashed with cold water.The two children joined their companions not far away, and they seemed to be playing a game, and the clear laughter like silver bells wafted in the wind.Xiaofan watched enviously for a while, Lin Jiahui's sharp words echoed in his ears, and his mood became more and more depressed.

He didn't know why he was unpopular, the children shunned him as if he were a cannibal monster.Lin Jiahui said his mother was a bad woman.Xiaofan's memory of his mother is very vague, and he has never seen his mother since he can remember. He heard from the villagers that his mother left him when he was three years old.But Xiaofan is sure that she is not a bad woman, no child will admit that his mother is bad.She must be smart and well educated.

Seven-year-old Lin Xiaofan is already able to apply the idiom of Zhi Shu Da Li.This is all thanks to the half cabinet of books left by his mother.Xiaofan, who has no childhood playmates, spends a lot of free time on this pile of books.Before learning to read, he flipped through the books with illustrations and carefully guessed the contents; after learning to read, he held a Xinhua dictionary and concentrated on the wonderful characters depicted in the book. in the story.When there is no entertainment, reading is his greatest enjoyment, so that the vocabulary he has mastered has improved by leaps and bounds. In this closed village school, his knowledge level is comparable to that of the highest grade children. Stand out in mixed-grade classes.

His mother is very beautiful.This is what Xiaofan learned from the sporadic words of the villagers.Two years ago, the villagers seemed to be keen on teasing Xiaofan. They stood there, not daring to get too close to him, condescending, and said to him with a smile: "Xiaofan was born so beautiful, and he has completely inherited his mother's beauty. Dad must also Not bad, I think Xiaofan's features look more like his father's."

This seems to be a joke that can never be tired of hearing. At this time, everyone always laughs tacitly.

Xiaofan was at a loss and didn't understand what they were laughing at. When he pressed the question, the villagers didn't answer and asked instead: "Should Xiaofan go to find his biological father when he grows up?"

When Xiaofan asked them who my biological father was, the villagers looked at each other with ambiguous smiles on their faces.

After a few times, Xiaofan would take a long detour when meeting villagers.He really doesn't seem to be from the Lin family village, doesn't belong here, the children isolate him, the villagers stay away from him, even his father...

02

In Xiaofan's memory, there is no picture of his father being cheerful.Xiaofan was terrified of him, and when he thought of him, the unhealed flesh and blood wounds on his body began to rebel like a conditioned reflex.

Three days ago, Papa Lin staggered home drunk, grabbed Xiaofan and beat him with fists and kicks without explanation.Xiaofan covered his head and yelled, hoping that the cries would call the neighbor's grandfather over to rescue him.A few minutes later, he finally remembered that his grandfather was not at home, so he could only give up crying and howling, enduring the pain and waiting for his father's anger to dissipate.After quieting down, the father's tongue-in-cheek swearing was very clear, and occasionally he could hear a sentence or two clearly, probably "Why should I raise the child of a bitch! Let your son pay back what you owe me!" At this time Xiaofan no longer had the strength to explore the meaning of these two sentences.He was only extremely annoyed that he didn't pay attention to his father. In the past, when his father was drunk, he always disappeared from his father's sight sensitively.

Being able to make such a prescient move is entirely based on the countless domestic violence that Xiaofan has encountered since childhood.In the early years, Xiaofan would carefully avoid the landmines that offended his father.Today, Xiaofan's nerves are numb, he feels like the football his father bought home, kicking it around according to his mood, always adding new injuries to his body.Maybe... I am not even as good as the football I bought, at least I will restrain myself if I buy it with money, after all, I still have to feel sorry for the money I spent.

Compared with the ghosts and monsters in the whole village, the neighbor's grandfather is like an angel to Xiaofan.

Sometimes, Lin's father would go out to drink and gamble, and would not be home for half a month. When Xiaofan had no money, no rice, and was hungry, Grandpa would hold Xiaofan's little hand and lead him to his house to have a bite of hot soup and hot dishes.Every time Papa Lin raised his fist at Xiaofan, Grandpa would rush over to save Xiaofan from Papa Lin's fist as soon as he heard Xiaofan's distress signal.

In fact, grandpa only returned to the village in the past two years, and has been working hard outside these years.With a proficient massage skill, Xiaofan felt as comfortable as rolling on a soft cloud when he enjoyed a massage for the first time.Grandpa taught Xiaofan a few tricks in his spare time, but Xiaofan learned them well, and grandpa happily said that he would take him as his apprentice.

Xiaofan has a secret wish - he wants to get out of the mountains and see the outside world.

He inquired that he could go to the county to study after finishing high school. He really wanted to grow up quickly and go to farther places when he went to college, but the cost was also staggering.He had to save more money during the summer, although this amount of money was like a drop in the bucket, but who cares, there is no limit to the road.When he read this sentence, he was very encouraged, as if he really felt that God had sent an immortal to escort him.

Lin Xiaofan patted his waist pocket, cicada screamed even more joyfully, he put away the tools contentedly, and the unhappiness in his heart was swept away.

When I turned around, my eyes glanced at a small piece of lush alfalfa not far away, and my eyes seemed to be lit up immediately. I trotted over, bent my knees, and almost stuck my whole body to the ground, and started searching seriously.

Xiaofan learned from the book that only five thousand three-leaf alfalfa plants will mutate into one four-leaf alfalfa plant.The four-leaf clover represents luck.He desperately hopes to find a clover to bring him luck, the children in the village can accept him to play with, his father can treat him better and stop beating him, and it is best to see his mother, he misses her very much.

After searching for nothing, Lin Xiaofan was rather disappointed.This is not the first time he has been looking for four-leaf clover, but every time he returns disappointed.

The sun was shining, so he had to rush home to make lunch. His father didn't come home all night last night, so he might not be allowed to go home for lunch. If he was unlucky and lost all last night, he would be the one to suffer, so he had to guard against it.

Everything was going well as Xiaofan expected, Xiaofan walked a few steps away from home, and caught a glimpse of his father standing at the door with a dark face, Xiaofan had sharp eyes and quick hands, and ran away like a gust of wind.

Father Lin, who was in a hesitant mood, watched his cheap son disappear at the speed of light, and his anger was burning. He grabbed a wooden stick and rushed into the next door in a hurry. He is very clear.

"Lin Xiaofan, get out of here!" Father Lin's angry roar was deafening.

"Old Lin, why are you so crazy? You are flying around like dogs. Xiaofan is not here. Did you beat him away again?" An old man yelled as he strolled from the house, his voice full of anger , with the vicissitudes carved by wind and frost on his face, but his complexion is ruddy and energetic, and his white wide cloth shirt has a loose posture of crane bones.

Father Lin didn't believe it at all, and broke in without saying a word, turned several rooms upside down, but there was no one there.

The master of the Lin family has been traveling abroad for many years, and now he has returned home with rich clothes and a lot of money. The first thing he does when he comes back is to renovate the house. The high fences form a yard, and the farm vegetables are grown in the yard. The vines are interlaced and dense.

Father Lin's eyes fell on the shadow cast by the vines, he sneered slightly, and strode over.

The shadow flickered quickly, and then a tall figure came out from under the vine, holding a bunch of grapes in his hand, and said in a clear and smiling voice, "Grandpa Lin, I never thought that your grape growing skills are so different from yours. The massage skills are top notch."

Father Lin subconsciously stopped. The young man in front of him was quite tall, more than a head taller than him, so he had to raise his head slightly