Blending of Planes: I am leisurely farming

Shane drove a pickup truck to find Sean in a hurry. Before the car stopped, he shouted, "Something happened, Evelyn!"

When Sean heard this, his heart tightened and he quickly jumped into the pickup truck. He stepped on the accelerator and the pickup truck sped away.

On the way, Shane quickly introduced the situation: "That bastard went to Evelyn's grandmother's house and was making a scene there."

At this time, because of the noise, some townspeople had gathered outside the house one after another, especially outside the door and windows where there was an unobstructed view.

Inside the house, a middle-aged muscular man reeking of alcohol was pointing at Evelyn and George and swearing at them.

The man's face was red, his eyes were fierce, and he uttered unpleasant words: "You two old fools, no one will want this house after you die, why don't you give it to me quickly."

George was so angry that he was shaking all over. Sitting in a wheelchair with a kitchen knife in hand, he rushed forward to fight him, but was stopped by Evelyn.

"You old thing, your legs are weak and you don't have many teeth..."

Bang~

With a white arc, the kitchen knife hit the wall and fell.

"You old man, you don't know how to appreciate my kindness!" He took a step forward and pushed away Evelyn who was blocking his way. George wanted to turn around and find another weapon, but was grabbed by the clothes in front of his chest and lifted up. His shrunken lower body fell out of the wheelchair, and he had nothing to rely on.

He leaned his face closer and pressed it against George’s forehead, looking down at him: “You look so ugly with half of your body paralyzed. It’s really pitiful!”

The sparse white hair on both sides of George's bald head stood up, and he spat fiercely at the face that disgusted him.

The wheelchair shook and George was thrown hard onto it, seeing stars.

"Pah~" The man wiped the spit off his face and paced around the room.

"Don't worry, I won't touch you two old guys. I'm wondering where that little beast is now." The man looked at the two old men with a ferocious face.

"You're quite tight-lipped. I wonder what the expressions of you two old guys will be when we give that little creature a hard time later. Haha." After saying that, he didn't care about the two elders anymore. He moved a chair and sat at the door, leaning against the door frame with his legs crossed, holding a bottle of wine in his hand.

Yes, that man was Clara's husband, Alex's father. I didn't expect him to come to the door.

The townspeople who were watching the scene accused and cursed him.

"It's only natural for a father to beat his son. This little bastard has been gone for more than ten years, so he deserves a lesson. And those two old guys are the reason why the little bastard is so rebellious." He responded arrogantly to the citizens of Chongzhen.

The townspeople were so angry at his specious arguments that they laughed and the wave of condemnation became more and more intense.

"Or do you want to meddle in my family affairs?" He stood up from his chair and pushed back the townspeople who were crowding at the door.

He was big and strong, and because of his sturdy figure, although everyone was angry, they also weighed their own weight in their hearts, and no one dared to step forward for a while.

At this time, Alex heard the news and rushed back. When he saw who the man was, the shadow of his childhood came back to him like a tide.

Alex stood there blankly, his legs feeling as heavy as if they were filled with lead.

The cowardly voice in his heart kept ringing: "I can't do it, I can't beat him, I will be beaten badly by him like before." He wanted to raise his fist, but found that he couldn't lift his feet, and his whole body seemed to be firmly bound by fear.

Originally, his childhood was wonderful. His mother was gentle and kind, and his father was a professional boxer. Although he was a little rude after retiring, he was also hardworking and capable. But he never expected that his father would become addicted to gambling and alcohol.

Gradually, the family situation got worse and worse. My father lost all his family fortune and lost interest in work. Every time he lost money, he thought about winning it back next time. To relieve stress, he became addicted to alcohol.

After a period of excessive gambling and whoring, the father flew into a rage despite his wife's earnest admonitions and beat his beloved wife for the first time. From then on, the demon in his heart was released, and violence became his means of relieving his emotions, and domestic violence became uncontrollable.

Alex also spent his childhood in domestic violence. Every time his father beat him, his mother would protect him tightly. The young Alex was held in his mother's arms and could not break free from her strong, white knuckles, which were tightly grasping him. Behind his head was his mother's painful and muffled groans.

When the burly man saw Alex, he smiled grimly: "I haven't seen you for more than ten years. You look pretty good."

He strode up to Alex, grabbed his hair, and dragged him in front of Evelyn like a dead dog.

"Pa! Pa!" Just two slaps made Alex dizzy. His cheeks became red and swollen instantly, and a trace of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

"You old bastard, if you don't want to see your good grandson suffer less today, hand over the house deed." He threatened Evelyn, slapped Alex to the ground, and crushed his head with his foot.

At this time, Shane drove Sean to the scene.

Sean was furious when he saw this.

Shane was so angry that he wanted to rush up and kill the man immediately, but Sean shook his head and reached out to stop him.

"Why are you pulling me? Let's all come together and fuck the shit out of him." Shane was a little dissatisfied.

"Look at Alex, let him handle it, I will protect Evelyn and George."

"Oh~" Shane stopped and found a place to sit down, feeling a little angry that he couldn't slap that piece of shit in the face with his own hands.

"Think about what you've been doing with all those muscles you've built up over the years? Are you going to be a coward for the rest of your life? Now that worthless thing has come to your doorstep to bully you again, and you don't fight back like a man, don't let me look down on you!"

Sean yelled at Alex.

The man heard this and looked for the source of the sound.

When he saw it was Sean, he turned around and rushed forward to threaten him: "Who do you think you are? How dare you interfere in my family affairs? Believe it or not, I will beat you up too."

He waved his fist, but Sean grabbed it and threw it back, and finally wiped his hand with the water.

"You didn't stand up when your mother was bullied, and now your grandmother and grandfather are being bullied too. Are you going to be a coward? Are you just going to watch them get bullied by this bastard?" Sean continued shouting at Alex who was lying on the ground.

"Grandson, are you okay?" Evelyn, who was standing next to him, saw that the man was restrained by Sean for a while, so she quickly propped herself up and trembled as she walked forward to show concern for Alex.

The shadow of his grandmother overshadowed him, reminding him of Zeng Jing's mother who also overshadowed him, protecting him and bearing the atrocities for him. Now his caring grandmother and grandfather were facing the same situation.

And all that was caused by the man in front of him, the source of all the pain. He couldn't be a coward anymore, he had to fight for them.

Alex wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and slowly stood up.

“Grandma, I’m fine~” The voice was deep, and the grandmother was blocked behind him, and his tall figure completely enveloped Evelin’s hunched body.

He looked at the devilish father and clenched his fists.

When the man saw Alex stand up, he smiled disdainfully and punched Alex.

Alex didn't dodge, he staggered and took the punch head on. Pain instantly spread throughout his body, but he didn't flinch, he roared and punched back.

The punches hit the flesh without mercy.

I was seeing stars, my ears were ringing, the world was spinning, and I was staggering.

But he continued to punch mechanically and refused to fall. Alex had only one thought in his mind: keep punching.

"what!"

Every punch carried with him years of repression and anger.

The man was intimidated by Alex's cockroach-like momentum and gradually began to be unable to resist. Alex seized the opportunity and punched the man hard in the face, knocking him to the ground.

The man struggled to get up, but Alex didn't give him a chance. He pounced on him again, straddling his chest, pinching his neck and continuing to punch him.

One punch, two punches, three punches... One punch, two punches, three punches...

This is for my mother.

Swing it high and smash it down hard, again and again.

The man no longer had the strength to resist. He was beaten so badly that his face was bruised and swollen, his eye sockets were cracked, and he was drooling. He lay on the ground motionless, and it seemed that he was about to die.

"Alex, stop fighting." Grandma Evelyn's dissuasion brought Alex, whose eyes were red, back to reality.

The bloody fist and the demon in front of him that looked like a dead fish.

He knelt there blankly, emotions welling up in his heart, and he hugged Evelyn, his body trembling.