One Hundred Ways the Uncle Collapsed

The sound of falling to the ground, accompanied by sporadic quarrels, fell into my ears.

"Miichi Atobe! Let me tell you that I never thought of marrying you!"

"Do you think I want to marry you?"

"But you shouldn't have slapped me in front of so many people!!"

"You still want me to give you a face? Do you remember that you have to give me a face outside?"

The small figure in the room flinched when the sound sounded, and his hands kept moving, continuing to play with his building blocks, but that small body was more curled up than before.

The door of the room where the child was located was suddenly opened, and a woman with a beautiful face strode in, but her brows were stern, destroying that gentle face.

She stepped forward, reached out and grabbed the child's arm and lifted him up directly.

The child shrank, paused in place, and said in a low voice: "Mom."

"Shut up!--"

"Snapped--"

After the crisp voice, bright red finger prints were printed on the child's fair and tender face.

The child lowered his head and put his hands behind his back, not daring to reach out to cover the scars on his face. He knew that if he did, his mother would scold him even more fiercely.

"Don't call me mom!" A look of humiliation appeared on the woman's face, and she looked at the child with a bit of ferocity in her eyes, as if the child in front of her was not her child, but her enemy.

"I'm sorry, mother."

Only then did the woman restrain the cruelty on her face. Looking at the pile of building blocks in front of the child, she felt endless anger surging in her chest, and kicked over the tall pile of building blocks shaped like a castle. : "Tell me about you! Don't study hard! Still have the mind to play these? Did you play the piano today?"

"Have you learned everything the teacher taught you?"

"I will, mother."

"Yes? Show me?"

The corners of the child's lips tightened immediately, and he kept rubbing his hands behind his back. He didn't want to show his mother his homework, because in his mother's eyes, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't seem to satisfy her.

"What are you still doing in a daze? Hurry up and go!" Mrs. Atobe stared with a sharp look in her eyes.

The child hesitated, but gritted his teeth and ran to the desk to find out his homework for today, and brought it in front of his mother.

Mrs. Atobe took it, flipped through a few pages, and flew into a rage. The exercise book in her hand fell mercilessly on the child's face: "This is your homework? Do you still want to play after finishing it like this?"

"Go get me the ruler!"

The child bit his lower lip and ran to get the ruler.

The ruler is not thick, but it hurts to hit someone.Every time my mother looked at his homework, she would hit his palm with a ruler, and he couldn't hold things with his hands for several days afterwards.

He handed the ruler over with shaking hands, but the woman snatched it away.

Opening his palm, without controlling his strength, he hit the child's white, tender and soft palm fiercely with a foot.

The delicate skin instantly turned red, and the child's eye sockets also filled with tears. He bit his lip to keep himself from screaming out in pain.He knew that if he called out, it would make his mother even more angry.

one more time.

Mrs. Atobe finally stopped, and the child's tender palm could no longer be seen.

"Remember! Next time you do your homework like this, the punishment won't be so light." A thin layer of sweat broke out on Mrs. Atobe's forehead, as if she was still tired from the punishment just now.

"I see, mother."

The woman snorted coldly, dropped the ruler, turned and left the room.

It seems that she came here just to punish her son who didn't study hard and finish his homework, not to vent the resentment in her heart.

After the mother left, the child clasped his wrists tightly and sat slumped on the ground.

Sweat was all over his head, and the cold sweat soaked out had already wet the clothes on his back.

Grandpa Atobe came in a hurry with the old housekeeper, and when he saw the child in a mess in the room, he was furious.

"This Atobeya! She, she..." The old man was so angry that he trembled all over, but after a long time, he sighed and looked depressed.He stepped forward and carefully took the child into his arms, his old eyes were full of kindness, and he asked in a cautious and careful tone, for fear of touching the child's heart, "Jing Wu, does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt, grandfather."

This was the first smile that the young Keigo Atobe showed for so long. Because of the pain in the palm of his hand, it was not a very pretty smile, but it made the old man feel nervous.

"It's okay, grandpa will give you medicine." Grandpa Atobe sat down on the sofa beside him holding Xiao Jingwu, raised his hand to call for the housekeeper, and asked him to open the medicine box he was holding in his hand.

Carefully apply the ointment to the child's white and tender cheeks and tender palms.

The cotton swab just lightly stuck to the child's cheek, and the child couldn't help hissing softly.

"Does it hurt? Did Grandpa use too much force?" The old man shook his hands and frowned, looking at the child's palm with a look of anxiety.

Xiao Jingwu shook his head, stretched out his other hand, as if he wanted to touch the center of his grandfather's frowning eyebrows, and finally took it back, just comforting: "Grandpa, I don't hurt."

"Okay, okay, then grandpa, be careful?" The old man discussed, lowered his head and continued to carefully apply ointment to the child's slapped area.

After applying the ointment, Atobe's grandfather looked up and saw that the child's painful eyes were filled with tears, but he tried not to cry.

It's just that holding back crying at this time is completely different from before. Before, I was worried that if I cried, I would be scolded more severely, but now I was worried that if I cried, it would make the elderly worry.

Little did they know, seeing the child so sensible, the old man felt more and more distressed.Stretching out his big palm and gently stroking his grandson's little head, the old man sighed: "Jing Wu is so good."

The combination of son and daughter-in-law is a pair of resentful couples.

At the beginning, because of the agreement between his wife and his boudoir friend, it became his heart knot after his wife died, and his only thought was to let the children of the two families get married, but he completely ignored the wishes of the two children.

Don't care if they like each other, or if they have someone they like.

This pair of resentful couples are all to blame.

The two had been married for three years. When his daughter-in-law found out that she was pregnant, he thought things would turn around, but unexpectedly, the daughter-in-law's first reaction was to abort the child.

After thousands of persuasions, I finally got my daughter-in-law to agree to give birth to this child.She thought that the birth of a child would make the family a little different, but she never expected that the daughter-in-law would vent all the resentment and anger in her heart on this innocent child.

"Jing Wu is so good, you have to work hard, you know?" The old man stroked the child's head, full of bitterness rising from his throat, and his mouth was full of bitterness.

"Yeah." Xiao Jingwu nodded, terribly sensible.

The old housekeeper looked at the young master with pity in his eyes.

Grandfather Atobe carried his grandson to his room, took off his little shoes and socks, and stroked the child's head: "Jingwu will sleep, grandpa will call you later, huh?"

"Well, thank you Grandpa."

"good."

Grandpa Atobe left the room, all the kindness on his face was gone, leaving only indifference and majesty.

"Go and call the young lady."

"Yes, sir."

Not long after, Masa Atobe appeared in grandfather's study.

"Father, are you looking for me?" The woman's tone was very respectful, but there was not much kindness in her eyes.

"I'm telling you, Jingwu will be raised and educated by me from now on, and all his affairs will be taken care of by me, and you don't have to be responsible for any of Jingwu's affairs." Atobe's grandfather waved his hand and placed a document in the trace in front of Mrs.

The sarcasm in Mrs. Atobe's eyes was evident. She picked up the document and flipped through two pages: "What? Father, you have worried about my marriage, do you still want to worry about my son?"

"I just inform you that you don't have to sign the document." Grandpa Atobe didn't say much.

"Sign, why don't you sign?" Mrs. Atobe bent down, picked up a pen and wrote her name on the document, "Why can't I exchange something irrelevant for what I want?"

"You get out of my sight now!!" Hearing this, Atobe's grandfather was furious.

"At first I didn't want to stay too long." Mrs. Atobe snorted coldly, picked up the file and turned to leave.

After the woman left, the old man withered and looked slightly depressed.

He sat in the room for a while, and then returned to his room, only to see that the child was not asleep, but was turning around with his big eyes open, as if he was looking at the room.

Grandpa Atobe stepped forward and sat down beside the bed with a kind look on his face.

He reached out and touched Xiao Jingwu's head: "Jingwu, why didn't you sleep?"

"I can't sleep, Grandpa." Xiao Jingwu sat up holding the quilt, and replied in a distant and polite manner.

"Jingwu will sleep in Grandpa's room in the future, okay?"

I thought the child would happily agree, but who knew that the child's eyes widened suddenly: "Grandpa, do mom and dad don't want me?"

Grandpa Atobe was taken aback, and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Although the Atobe couple was alienated from the child, the rooms of the three were close together.

As soon as the question came out, he knew that this silly child still wanted to get close to his parents.

"No, just move here to be with grandpa, okay?"

Xiao Jingwu turned over from the bed, frantically trying to put on his shoes and socks, but because of the injury on his hand, he stumbled.

Grandpa Atobe stepped forward to help, but was shunned by the children, and finally he got dressed.

"Grandpa, I want to go back to my room and sleep." Those clear eyes looked at him with unusual firmness.

Grandpa Atobe fell silent, and could not say any more words of rejection.

"Thank you, grandpa, hiss." The child was overjoyed for a moment, the child obviously forgot that there was still a wound on his face, and the moment he grinned, the wound on his face hurt.

Atobe grandfather stroking grandson