Difficult to return

"Song Shuhua, someone is looking for you."

It's just the beginning of school, and it's still hot in September. Everyone in the classroom is taking a nap, with ceiling fans whirring overhead.The squad leader gently poked him out of his sleep and pointed to the outside.

The boy rubbed his face: "Who is looking for me?"

"A man, should it be your father?"

He raised his neck and turned his head out of the window, but he couldn't see it from this angle.He was very suspicious. His father never came to school. In the past, if anything happened at school, it was his mother who came.

"You'll know if you take a look."

Still in the daze of being woken up, he walked outside the classroom like a sleepwalker, and saw that it was indeed his father.He walked over, and before he had time to call Dad, the man stepped forward, grabbed his thin arm, and dragged him to the outside of the teaching building like he was catching a chick.

"...Where are you going? I have class in the afternoon..."

The man didn't speak, just pulled him outside the school.

It was lunch break, and there was no one outside.The sun was scorching at noon, and Cicada, who was in early autumn, made a sound like pulling a broken saw. Sweat rolled down his temples, and the boy was faintly afraid.

He whispered and said aggrievedly: "Dad, you hurt me..."

The man was unmoved, and kept pulling him outside the school and stuffing him into the car.My mother was also sitting in the co-pilot, and she frowned deeply when she saw him, with complicated emotions in her eyes.

"Mom, what's wrong?"

The woman didn't speak, but just shook her head and gave him a look to shut up.

The man drove the car very fast all the way, leading the mother and child towards home.Sitting in the back seat, the boy became more and more anxious and uneasy.

After getting out of the car, his father walked in front, he walked in the middle, and his mother walked behind. There was no way to advance, and there was no way to retreat. The boy became more and more worried. He was always afraid of his father.

As soon as he entered the door, the man turned his head and coldly ordered him: "Kneel down."

The boy didn't know what to do, but his knees gave way and he knelt in the middle of the living room.

He saw his father pick up a ball of brightly colored clothes from the sofa, throw it at him, and said harshly, "Give me an explanation."

The boy looked in horror at the flowery skirt, women's underwear and furious father, and suddenly felt like falling into an ice cave, and there was only one voice in his heart-it was over.

Then some letters were thrown on his face: "Also, who is this 'Wang Pan'?"

The boy lowered his head, bit his lower lip and trembled, his heart clenched into a small ball in fear, unable to speak a word.

His father came over and pulled his hair, forcing him to raise his face, and shouted condescendingly, "I'll tell you!"

Seeing that the slap was about to fall on his face, the mother came over and took his father's hand: "You let him talk first." Then she turned her head and poked her son's head, and said anxiously, "You said it, why do you have so many skirts?" ,Whose?"

The boy lowered his head and said in a voice like a gnat, "It was my classmate who put it here..."

"Snapped!"

The man put aside the woman, and slapped the boy heavily. The boy was shaken by the slap, and knelt up straight again with his face covered, two lines of tears rolled down.

"Which classmate of yours, go and call her over now."

The boy just covered his face and cried.

"Give you another chance, honestly. Whose?"

"……mine……"

Another slap in the face, and the man was furious: "Hide a bunch of skirts, and women's underwear, and write love letters to male classmates... You are a man, do you know that? Is it because I lack you and you wear less? Or is it your mother? Have you been raised as a girl? How did you raise such a perverted thing..."

The boy raised his crying face, looked at his furious father, choked up, and retorted intermittently: "...I'm not, a pervert..."

"You still talk back."

"...I'm not a pervert, homosexuality is not a pervert, it's written in the book..."

The man raised his hand again, glaring: "Can you say something again?"

The boy was crying, but stared at his father stubbornly with his face up.

In his eyes, the man became more and more furious.He suddenly put away his hands and began to rummage around the house, and finally found a iron clothes drying pole from the balcony that was as thick as a thumb.

Seeing this, the woman hurried up to stop her: "Don't, the child will be broken..." Then she turned to look at her son, "Apologize to your father and say that you will never do this again."

The boy lowered his head, bit his lip and said nothing.

Seeing that he was so stubborn, the man became furious, and put aside the woman: "I will kill him today, this perverted bastard."

The iron rod fell on his back, and the pain made the boy tremble and whimper.But he endured it.Classmates said he was "sissy", and even if he was beaten to death, he would never admit to his father that he was a pervert.

That's the father, the father who can think that his child is a pervert.

The woman yelled to snatch the clothes-horse from the man's hand, but the man swung it away from her twice, and finally the two wrestled together.

The woman's cries overshadowed all movement and attracted neighbors.After a few words of persuasion from the neighbors, the man finally gave up because he cared about his face, and he didn't want to expose his family ugliness.

Although he stopped beating the child, he pointed at the woman's nose and cursed angrily, attributing the main responsibility for the child's upbringing to her.The woman didn't refute, just sobbed softly.

The chickens and dogs danced around all afternoon, and the man was called away by a phone call from the factory in the evening.

The woman helped the boy into the room, put medicine on his back, and persuaded him: "Don't talk back to your father, go and apologize to him tomorrow, and promise him that you will never do this again."

The boy was lying on the bed, his back and face hurt, but he stopped crying.Hearing what his mother said, he couldn't help retorting: "Mom, homosexuality is not a pervert, it's said in the book. It also said in the book that this can't be changed..."

"I don't care what the book says, you have to change it for me. You have always been so obedient, but suddenly you become like this, who are you going to scare to death?"

"Mom, there are two men who like each other, and two women who like each other. I can find evidence for you..."

The woman threw the ointment in her hand on the bedside table: "Stop reading those fallacies and heresies with me, and return evidence, it's all nonsense." She sniffed her nose and began to wipe tears, "I'm just you, my son, all my thoughts It's all on you, you have become like this, how can I be worthy of your father and the old Song family?

"If you don't admit your mistakes, are you forcing your father to divorce me? Son, just listen to my mother, you are a teenage boy, you should understand something, unless you want our family to break up like this .”

His mother's cries and tears were more unbearable to him than his father's stick.

The next day, he went to apologize to his father and promised against his will that he would not do this again.The punishment he received was that he no longer had free pocket money, had to go home for lunch, and was not allowed to go out alone on weekends.

The skirt was ordered by his father to be burned at the garbage dump.The boy lit the fire with his own hands, and threw the skirts into the fire with his own hands. Seeing those calico pieces being licked and charred in an instant in the raging flames, he squatted on the side of the road, crying to the point of collapse.

But it didn't end there, because he didn't really like girls and cut off his obsessive love for dresses.

You can't wear it or hide it at home.At the behest of his father, his mother would go through his entire room every few days by tidying up the house.At home, he doesn't have any secrets, but fortunately there is still school.

After entering the second year of junior high school, he became the dance monitor of the literature and art department.

In the performance on the first day of junior high school, he performed amazingly, and later encountered many high schools attached to dance schools who wanted to poach people.He himself missed the dance school very much, but he knew that his father would never allow it, so he didn't have any expectations.Sure enough, all the schools were rejected by his mother.

The National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival collided that year, and the school required that the National Day Gala should have elements of the Mid-Autumn Festival, so the Ministry of Literature and Art arranged a solo dance of "Chang'e Flying to the Moon", with a boy as the only protagonist.

The Ministry took out the money and wanted to customize a suit for him.These things are all decided by the dance teacher, but just listening to the group of shirts and headgear described by the teacher is enough to make him excited.

Finally that day came, the boy put on makeup, twitched the center of his brows, and put on a light gauze skirt with two long sleeves, dancing like a swimming dragon.

He took the stage and danced gracefully under the watchful eyes of all the teachers, students and parents of the students. He was soft and elegant and received rounds of applause.

The school asked the students to invite their parents to watch the party, but the boy didn't mention it when he returned home.

But he didn't know that the teacher also called the parents of the students.The mother's custom of attending the event was an exception because of what happened last time.My father believes that part of the reason for his becoming like this is the lack of masculinity from family education, and he will be responsible for cultivating his son into a man in the future.This activity is a father alone.

All the teachers and students in the school saw that the most beautiful dance of the whole party had just started when a man suddenly rushed onto the stage, kicked the speaker in front of the stage, and then pulled the little performers who were dancing on the stage, and gave him a hand. slapped her.

The little actor was dragged silently by the man and staggered forward. Just as he got off the stage, he suddenly screamed.

The auditorium, which accommodated thousands of people, became noisy, and those who were close saw the man pulling the young actor's clothes as he walked.Those cicada-like tulle skirts were torn to pieces like confetti. The little actor cried and begged, but the man was indifferent.

Some people called for security, some came to start a fight, and other parents yelled and cursed, but they couldn't stop this crazy man.

It wasn't until the skirt was completely ripped off, the headgear was ripped off, and only a pair of underwear was left on the whole body, that everyone realized that such a beautiful little actor was not a girl, but a boy.

The security guards arrived in time, and several people twisted the man's arm together, and the man yelled angrily, "Let go of me, I'm his father."

The security guard looked at each other for a while, but let go.All the people who pulled and stopped him also stopped.

The man grabbed the security guard with his backhand and said angrily, "Who dressed my son up like this? Where is the principal's office?"

No one stopped the angry man anymore. The boy hugged his chest, lowered his head and trembled all over, his legs trembled so much that he could hardly stand up, tears fell like broken beads.

He wanted to shrink himself into a small ball, shrink into the shadows, avoid the bright lights above his head, and the thousands of eyes in this auditorium.

He would rather die like this.