Raised by bigots, I ran away

After Yan Kangyang left, Su Nanchuan imitated Yan Kangyang's way and solved the first major life event after waking up, and took a shower by the way.

After leaving the bathroom, Su Nanchuan looked around in the living room and found that Yan Wenyang had entered the room again. He didn't dare to disturb him any more. He stood awkwardly in the living room for a while, and after thinking about it, he walked to the kitchen.

Su Nanchuan is also ten years old this year. In the countryside, the children of the poor are in charge of the house early, and grandma sometimes goes to work in the fields before dawn. Su Nanchuan always wakes up to make breakfast by himself.

Su Nanchuan actually didn't dare to touch anything in this room, but he thought that although his elder brother in the room looked difficult to provoke, he was willing to get up in the middle of the night to give him noodles and teach him how to go to the toilet. Good boy, he may not be able to do other things but he can still work. He is going to make breakfast for his brother.

There is an old refrigerator that is not too big in the corner of the kitchen. Although Su Nanchuan’s home in the village does not have a refrigerator, Goudan’s has one. Goudan has shown them how good the refrigerator is.

Su Nanchuan carefully opened the door of the refrigerator. The refrigerator was empty, with only an egg and a bottle of moldy tofu lying there.

Su Nanchuan gently opened the doors of several cabinets in the kitchen, and found rice and pots from inside.

After everything was taken out, Su Nanchuan stared at the strange stove in front of him, wanting to cry again.

How to use this?

Su Nanchuan stared at the thing for a long time, and finally pushed open the bedroom door cautiously and stuck his little head in.

In the room, Yan Yang was indeed sleeping.

Su Nanchuan didn't dare to wake him up after being beaten to death, so he went back to the kitchen. After thinking about it for a long time, he figured out that the two buttons under the two iron shelves of the stove were for firing.

He mustered up the courage to twist it, and the flames rushed up instantly. The fire was a little hot, so scared that he twisted it quickly, and finally extinguished the fire again.

After trying this many times, Su Nanchuan finally figured out how to turn on the fire and how to lower the heat. Su Nanchuan began to cook eggs and porridge.

When Yan Kangyang came out after waking up again, he saw a small figure holding a bowl of porridge on the dining table.

Yan Qinyang raised his eyebrows, and went directly into the bathroom, and when he came out, he saw the little boy staring at him with wet eyes, looking at him anxiously.

"elder brother……"

Su Nanchuan called him cautiously.

Yan Yang: "Huh?"

Su Nanchuan: "I cooked porridge and eggs."

Yan Wenyang walked over and sat down without expression, and saw a bowl of porridge, an egg, and a piece of moldy tofu in front of him.

Yan Yang: "Where's yours?"

"I, mine haven't filled yet."

Yan Yang: "Go to Sheng."

Su Nanchuan ran to the kitchen to fill another bowl of porridge, and carefully sat down opposite him.

Yan Chanyang ignored him, he was really hungry, the porridge was so delicious, it hooked his stomach.

Yan Kangyang lowered his head to eat the porridge, then looked up at the boy sitting across from him.

The boy looked small, with a round face and was very cute. It may be that he has been in the countryside for many years, his skin is a little dark, and the sides of his cheeks are a little plateau red.A pair of black and big eyes, flickering when looking at people, timid, a little timid.

He came back too late yesterday and didn't have time to ask. Now it seems that this boy should be Su Zhenguo's son.

Su Zhenguo looks tall and thick, but he didn't expect his son to be slender and well-behaved, even if he is too timid.

Yan Qinyang was in a good mood after getting enough sleep, he raised his eyelids lightly and asked, "What's your name?"

Su Nanchuan: "My name is Su Nanchuan."

Yan Yang: "How old are you?"

Su Nanchuan: "10 years old."

Yan Yang: "Where's your dad? Didn't he come back with you?"

After asking this question, Su Nanchuan's hand paused, and then Dou Da's tears fell down patteringly, Yan Qinyang was startled on the spot.

Yan Yang: "Why are you crying?"

From yesterday to today, this little boy loves to cry too much.

Yan Yangyang has never seen such a crybaby.

The tone of Yan Yangyang's "Why are you crying" was not good, and it sounded like a fierce threat to Su Nanchuan.

Su Nanchuan didn't dare to cry immediately, suppressed his tears and sobs, then raised his arm to wipe away his tears, and said in a low voice, "Dad is dead."

Yan Hanyang stopped holding the spoon in his hand immediately.

He stared at Su Nanchuan, frowning slightly.

When the boy doesn't smile, he looks gloomy and rebellious. Su Nanchuan's first impression of him is not wrong. Yan Kangyang is a boy who seems to have a bad temper, rebellious and paranoid.

Yan Yang: "When?"

Su Nanchuan wiped away tears: "Yesterday."

yesterday?

Yan Qingyang repeated it in his heart, and Su Zhenguo's simple and honest smile appeared in his mind.

He was not familiar with Su Zhenguo, and from the few contacts he had, it could be seen that Su Zhenguo was an honest and reliable person, even more reliable than the people Lin Yuemei had been with before.

Such a person disappeared yesterday?

No wonder Lin Yuemei looked particularly wrong yesterday.

Yan Qinyang took a look at Su Nanchuan, who lowered his head to pick up the porridge in the bowl, his hair was black and shiny, with a small coil growing on top of his head.

Yan Tanyang finished the porridge in a few sips, he pushed the egg next to him towards Su Nanchuan, and said without emotion: "I don't like eggs."

Yan Qingyang stood up and walked directly back to the bedroom.

Su Nanchuan stared blankly at the egg in front of him, silently peeled off the shell, and ate it into his mouth.

After finishing the simple breakfast, Su Nanchuan took the dishes to the kitchen to wash.

After finishing all this, he returned to the living room, sat on the sofa awkwardly, and didn't know what he was going to do in a daze.

In the village, by this time he had already gone to school.It's a holiday now, and the only teacher in the village has returned to the county. The teacher left him a lot of homework before he left, and all those books were put in Dad's backpack.

But my father is gone, and I don't know where the backpack is.

Su Nanchuan thought, or else he should go back to the village. Although the city is prosperous, there is no one he knows. Although their village is poor, and although the dog bullies him all the time, the neighbor Xiaohua and Aunt Xiaohua treat him well.

But if he went back, Goudan would bully him even more knowing that he didn't even have a father.

And those people in the village...

boom!boom!

At this moment, the door outside the courtyard was suddenly pushed open forcefully.

There was a sound of messy high-heeled shoes in the yard.

The sound of the high-heeled shoes was sharp and ear-piercing, like a life-threatening ghost, resounding in Su Nanchuan's heart one by one.

Su Nanchuan's heart was lifted instantly, he hurriedly stood up, staring at the closed door nervously and helplessly.

Soon, the door was knocked open with a "bang", and the light from outside the courtyard came in directly, hitting the floor directly, splashing layers of dust.

Lin Yuemei staggered in with the smell of alcohol all over her body.

She was still wearing the dark red cheongsam from yesterday, her long hair was disheveled, her beautiful face was pale and colorless, and her eyes were blood red.

She didn't know how much wine she drank, she leaned against the shoe cabinet at the door as soon as she entered, her eyes swept around the room messily, and finally fixed on Su Nanchuan's face.

At the same time, the bedroom door also opened, and Yan Tanyang leaned against the door frame and looked at Lin Yuemei, sarcastically saying: "You don't come home at night, how much did you drink?"

However, Lin Yuemei didn't even look at him, she only looked at Su Nanchuan, and then staggered towards Su Nanchuan.

Su Nanchuan had a bad premonition in his heart, he backed away in panic, behind him was the sofa, he was tripped and fell back into the sofa again.

At this time, a strong smell of alcohol invaded, Lin Yuemei had already walked in front of him, grabbed his collar, and lifted him up fiercely, Su Nanchuan's thin body was pulled up by her like this.

Lin Yuemei's face began to become ferocious, her red eyes stared at Su Nanchuan tightly, tears rolled down from her eyes, and hit the back of Su Nanchuan's hands one by one.

This night, she didn't know how much she drank, she woke up drunk, woke up drunk, half drunk and half awake, and at this moment, she finally burst out all her emotions.

She glared at Su Nanchuan bitterly, and roared through gritted teeth: "Why didn't you die? Why?"

"Why do not you go to hell?"

"You should die, you should die!"

Originally standing by the door and intending to watch Lin Yuemei's excitement, Yan Yangyang immediately frowned, walked over sullenly and grabbed Lin Yuemei's hand: "Let go, why are you crazy?"

However, Lin Yuemei refused to let go at all.

She went crazy. In the past, she paid the most attention to women who were as beautiful as flowers, but now her hair was disheveled, her body smelled of alcohol, and she went crazy regardless.

She stared at Su Nanchuan viciously, and cried hysterically: "You ruined my happiness, you ruined my happiness! Why didn't you die! You should have died!"

Yan Yang said: "Lin Yuemei, let go!"

Su Nanchuan's face was already red from being strangled by her, Yan Hanyang exerted great strength, and finally pulled Su Nanchuan out of Lin Yuemei's grasp.

He took a step forward to stand in front of Su Nanchuan: "Lin Yuemei, why are you so drunk!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was only a "pop".

Lin Yuemei actually raised her hand and slapped Yan Hanyang across the face.

Yan Yangyang's complexion changed immediately, the young man was fierce and angry, and stared at Lin Yuemei sullenly and fiercely: "What are you doing!"

Lin Yuemei roared: "I am your mother!"

This roar seemed to exhaust her strength, she staggered back a few steps, panting with her body crooked.

She was crying, tears streaming down her face, then suddenly shook her head and said, "No, I'm not your mother, I'm not your mother! I don't want to be your mother!"

She laughed haha, tears fell while laughing, she looked at Yan Yang with a ferocious face: "I am not your mother! You! You are a burden! You are all burdens! Both of them!"

Lin Yuemei was really drunk, but no one knew, perhaps only when she was drunk was she truly sober.

After hearing this, Yan Yangyang looked at Lin Yuemei with cold eyes. Suddenly, he raised the corners of his mouth, and with a gloating smile in his sinister eyes, he just stared at Lin Yuemei: "Oh, there's nothing you can do about it, you It's my mother, I will be your burden every day I'm not an adult, and if you have the ability, will you send me to the orphanage?"

After Yan Qingyang finished speaking, he smiled coldly, ignored anyone in the room, and slammed the door and walked out.

The author has something to say:

Gong and Sui are both problematic teenagers

In the process of growing up, accompany each other and heal each other