God, please be gentle with me

Han Jialin put the watermelon juice and biscuit plate aside, bent over and looked at Fang Shuyao.He was sleeping quite deeply, and his long and dense eyelashes were simply against the sky. In Han Jiali's words, these eyelashes made her jealous, and she wanted to pull them out and press them on her eyes.

However, Han Jialin complained about his sister unceremoniously, even if Fang Shuyao gave her all of Fang Shuyao's eyelashes, those jet-black and watery eyes are still different, and they can't be compared.

Han Jiali was so angry that she chased and beat him all over the room.

So Han Jialin came to the conclusion in his head, Mom was wrong, it wasn't that my clothes didn't look good, but that my boyfriend looked good in anything.

Han Jialin smiled, and didn't intend to wake Fang Shuyao up. To be honest, seeing him so tired made his heart ache.

"My poor Teacher Fang..." Han Jialin whispered, and moved closer, kissing Shang Shuyao's cheek.

When he closed his eyes, Han Jialin seemed to hear some sound, but it seemed that there was no sound at all, it was just that his sixth sense detected something.

Han Jialin looked up - his mother was standing outside the door.

She was still wiping her hands on the apron, no, she was maintaining the movement of wiping her hands, and her mother might have come to ask Fang Shuyao if the cookies are delicious, after all, she is still a novice in baking pastries.

Her excited expression was also frozen on her face, like a close-up shot in a horror movie, her expression was shocked and pale.

What Han Jialin didn't know was that he himself was the same, his whole body froze, only the expression of shock was particularly clear.

The moment he saw his mother's terrified expression, Han Jialin felt the blood all over his body rushing up to the top of his head in one breath—exploding, and he felt dizzy before his eyes. He shivered a bit, and stepped back.

Han Jialin's elbow touched Fang Shuyao's back, but he didn't feel it at all, but Fang Shuyao was woken up by the not-so-strong impact.

"Jialin," he rubbed his eyes, sat up straight, saw the watermelon juice and cookies on the table, and asked with a smile, "Did you bring them in?"

"Mom..." Han Jialin called out weakly.

"Auntie?" Fang Shuyao didn't look at Han Jialin, but turned to look at Mother Han outside the door.

Mother Han put her hands down, and lowered her head to straighten her wrinkled apron. When she raised her head again, there was a smile on her face: "Shuyao, if you're tired, go to bed and rest for a while. Jiali hasn't come back anyway."

"Okay." Fang Shuyao nodded.

"Jialin, come out." Han's mother said, with a slightly serious expression, "Don't disturb Shuyao's rest."

"...Well." Han Jialin walked out without talking to Fang Shuyao.

Fang Shuyao watched Han Jialin go out, and felt that his back was a little hunched, probably due to his drooping head, and he felt a little "downcast".

Han Jialin walked very quickly, and closed the door without turning around.

"Why are you so honest?" Fang Shuyao felt unbelievable, thinking that Han Jialin would take advantage of the opportunity of closing the door to secretly hand him a

What about blowing kisses.

During this period of time, they often teased each other secretly like this.

Fang Shuyao thought for a while, smiled and shook his head, took a sip of sweet watermelon juice, and continued to mark the paper.

The sooner you finish today's tutoring work, the more time you can spend with Han Jialin.

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Han Jialin followed behind his mother. Neither mother nor son spoke. The wall clock in the living room made a "tick, tick" sound. It was obviously not noisy, but it was depressing and suffocating.

Mom first took out the feather duster from the vase placed on the TV cabinet.This old fluffy feather duster was a gift from an elderly relative when my parents got married.The long bamboo handle is wrapped with a circle of hard rattan, which is purely handmade and will not fall apart after decades of use.

When he was a child, Han Jialin was naughty, and he often did things that made his neighbors sue him. His mother held up a feather duster and made him kneel down. When he grew up a bit, and didn’t pay attention to his studies, his mother used a feather duster to whip his ass. Of course, it was a small punishment. commandment.

Mom grabbed the feather duster and walked to the master bedroom.

Han Jialin followed without saying a word. After her mother walked into the room, she turned around and said coldly, "Close the door."

Han Jialin was very obedient and closed the door immediately.

"Come here, kneel down." Mom pointed to the open space in front of the bed with a feather duster.

Han Jialin didn't say a word, let alone looked at his mother's face, just walked there with his head down, and knelt down.

"--Snapped!"

Before he could kneel down, the feather duster came down and lashed his shoulders like a whip. Han Jialin shuddered all over and wanted to cry out in pain, but he grabbed the legs of the beach trousers with both hands and held it back.

Without giving Han Jialin a chance to recover or catch his breath, his mother swung the feather duster and beat Han Jialin frantically with the long handle that was as hard as reinforced concrete.

Han Jialin lowered his head and put his hands on his thighs. On his bare back of the neck, shoulders, even if his back was covered by a vest, red lines as thick as fingers immediately appeared one after another.Every time he was beaten, the muscles on his back would shrink uncontrollably, and Dou Da's cold sweat quickly filled Han Jialin's forehead, even the hair on his forehead was wet.

"Are you crazy? Are you crazy?! That's your classmate! It's your sister's teacher!" Mother Han couldn't help cursing after all. She didn't deliberately suppress her voice, but her voice was very low. , it was a voice hoarse from rage.

"Crack! Crack!" The feather duster in mother's hand fluttered up and down, and clusters of feathers were violently thrown off, brushed from Han Jialin's face where it was not clear whether it was tears or cold sweat, and landed on the same wet floor superior.

And there was a dizzying smell of blood floating in the stuffy air, and Han Jialin's vest was stained with streaks of glaring blood red, but he clenched his teeth even harder to keep himself from making a sound .

The son's silence made the mother even more sad and angry. Even if it was a beg for mercy or a confession, the mother would feel that the son could be saved, and he would not be so "nervous"!

"You unworthy thing!" The mother's temples were covered with sweat, and her hair was messed up. She whipped her son vigorously and cursed, "Why did I give birth to such a shameless thing like you!"

Mother Han misunderstood. She thought that Han Jialin was harassing Fang Shuyao, and that her son's "gay" was enough to shock and panic her.

In her eyes, the word "reasonable" no longer exists, she wished she could beat this unworthy son to death!

In Han Jialin's room, Fang Shuyao was reading the function problems written by Han Jiali for the first time. For some reason, he felt a little uneasy.

Is the chilled watermelon juice too cold?Or is the room without Han Jialin too quiet?

Fang Shuyao held a red ballpoint pen but did not write an annotation for a long time. He looked back at the closed door, which is rarely locked in this house.

Because Mother Han doesn't allow them to lock it, of course, Mother Han will knock on the door before entering.

When Han Jialin went out just now, did he lock the door casually?It seemed to hear the click of Han Jialin locking the door.

At first he didn't pay attention, because he felt that Han Jialin didn't need to lock the door, so he must have heard it wrong, but now... Fang Shuyao felt inexplicably flustered, he got up and walked to the door, and twisted the doorknob.

... It couldn't be opened, the door was indeed locked.

"Jialin." Fang Shuyao patted the door panel and called, "Are you outside?"

There was no sound, and the living room was very quiet.

Fang Shuyao took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and called Han Jialin.

...The familiar electronic music sounded, and it was obvious that the mobile phone had been left in the living room. .

Although Han Jialin doesn't cherish his mobile phone very much and always throws it here and there, he will definitely bring his mobile phone with him when he goes out.

...something is wrong!

Fang Shuyao turned and went back to the desk, looking for the spare key in Han Jialin's drawer.

Fang Shuyao searched through the drawers but found nothing, his head was covered with sweat, he went to the bedside table again, and finally found the keychain in the depth of the bedside table.

Without stopping for a moment, Fang Shuyao directly stepped on the bed and rushed towards the door.

The key was inserted into the keyhole smoothly, and it opened with a slight twist to the right. Fang Shuyao rushed out of the room. There was no one in the living room, only the sound of his rapid breathing.

No, there are other voices!It came from the master bedroom where my aunt and uncle lived.

The door of the master bedroom was closed. Fang Shuyao went over and knocked on the door politely, and the muffled "click" stopped.

"Auntie, Jialin, are you inside?" Fang Shuyao asked while holding the doorknob.

There was obviously someone inside. When Fang Shuyao was approaching the door just now, he heard the voice of his aunt talking, but he couldn't hear clearly through the solid wooden door.

It seems strange that there is no sound now.

Fang Shuyao couldn't care so much, he just opened the door and went, the door was not locked, when he saw Han Jialin kneeling on the ground trembling, he froze, his mind went blank for a moment.

It is said that when a person encounters a major accident, his brain will have the instinct of self-protection, and subconsciously deny that what happened before him is true.

In this way, it will not be too stimulated, which will cause both the brain and the body to crash.

Fang Shuyao had never been so "unresponsive", probably because his head gave him a time to "take a breather".

Mother Han, who was covered in sweat, was about to stop, but when she saw Fang Shuyao standing at the door, she became angry again. Why didn't my son cherish such a good friend and classmate?And that dirty mind!

"You unlucky..." Mother Han cursed hoarsely and excitedly.

When Fang Shuyao saw Mother Han holding up the feather duster in her hand, his heart skipped a beat. He finally came back to his senses and rushed over to protect Han Jialin under his arms.

The feather duster snapped and broke in two on Fang Shuyao's right arm.

Mother Han was taken aback and couldn't help but backed away.

Fang Shuyao didn't feel any pain. It should be said that the long handle broke immediately after touching his arm, which meant that it was about to break.

"Auntie! What are you doing?" Fang Shuyao asked eagerly. If it wasn't for the fact that it was Han Jialin's mother, he would have wanted to kill someone long ago.

"Shuyao, you don't know, he, his brat..." Mother Han pointed to the top of Han Jialin's head, so angry that she couldn't speak!

"Auntie, he was the one I liked first!" Fang Shuyao understood, and he could tell from her disgusted expression and words that Auntie knew it. Although she didn't know how she knew it, it was no longer important.

The aunt's attitude said everything, she couldn't accept that her son liked boys, and that's why she put such a heavy hand on her own son.

"Auntie, it was Han Jialin I liked first, and he was also the one I pursued! If you are angry, you should hit me!" Fang Shuyao's eyes were red, and he hugged Han Jialin's waist with one arm, and Han Jialin could no longer kneel. shake.

"Shuyao..." Han Jialin blinked his cloudy eyes before he realized that the person beside him was really Fang Shuyao.

"Get out." Aunt Han's expression was dull, like a desperate person who didn't care about anything.

Maybe, Auntie Han wanted Fang Shuyao to persuade Han Jialin not to go astray.

"You get out!" Her voice raised slightly, Aunt Han looked at Fang Shuyao coldly, and pointed out the door.

It was Han Jialin who moved first. If it was because the pain was so painful that he didn't realize that Fang Shuyao was coming, then Han Jialin is in pain now.

His head was abnormally clear, he panted quickly and pushed Fang Shuyao's arm: "You go."

"What?" Fang Shuyao looked at Han Jialin and said, "How could I leave you..."

"Fang Shuyao, leave me alone." Han Jialin stood up taking a deep breath, but his body was shaking, "I'm fine, you go home first..."

"You can't even stand firmly, how dare you say it's okay?" Fang Shuyao was so distressed that Han Jialin's neck, shoulders, arms, and back were

There are criss-cross wounds all over, and several places are bleeding.

Seeing that Fang Shuyao refused to leave, Han Jialin immediately pushed him away: "Don't be so wordy, go quickly."

Han Jialin knew that his mother could not be stimulated now, otherwise there was really no room for change in this matter.

What's more, Han Jialin was worried that his mother would get angry and beat up Fang Shuyao, so he locked him in the room.

If possible, he didn't want Fang Shuyao to see himself in such a "miserable" appearance.

My parents are different from Fang Shuyao's parents, they are not so "magnanimous", so the other half who are willing to accept their son is a boy.

If his parents are angry, Han Jialin hopes to turn it on himself. This is his parents, and he will take care of any problems.

"Han Jialin! Come with me to the hospital, I beg you." Fang Shuyao could hug Han Jialin and take him to the hospital by force.

But he was afraid of hurting him, and Han Jialin kept pushing him hard, so Fang Shuyao had to walk backwards.

"I beg you! Let's go!" Han Jialin excitedly said, "Can't you just leave me alone? I won't die!"

"No!" Fang Shuyao burst into tears, "I..."

Before Fang Shuyao finished speaking, Han Jialin opened the door, grabbed Fang Shuyao's shoulder and pushed him out.

Fang Shuyao staggered and fell out of the threshold, Han Jialin quickly closed the door, and he was so painful that gold stars appeared in front of his eyes.

"Jialin, open the door!" Fang Shuyao knocked vigorously on the door.

"Fang Shuyao, if you want to break up, just keep knocking." Han Jialin put his shoulder behind the door and said.

"Don't be like this..." Fang Shuyao stopped knocking, and put one hand on the door panel.

"Shuyao, you go back, just save me some face." Han Jialin also pressed his hand on the door panel, "Don't worry, I will look for you...you go back first."

"Jialin..." Fang Shuyao knew that Han Jialin would not let him in.

Fang Shuyao burst into tears, his cell phone was in the room, so he could only stay at the door, hoping that Han Jialin would open the door soon.

Han Jialin took a deep breath, collected himself, and went back to his mother's room, seeing his mother sitting on the edge of the bed in a daze.

"Mom..." Han Jialin didn't know what else to say other than "Mom". No matter what he said now, his mother would not hear it.

But at least his mother didn't do anything more outrageous, and Han Jialin was a little relieved.

From the room to the entrance, Han Jialin sat down next to the shoe cabinet, and then cried silently, as if he didn't realize until this moment that the family collapsed because of him.