Xueba loves to answer me and ignores me

My name is Jian Yue, Jian who cares about human life is regarded as Qin Yue's Yue.

I never feel that my life is valuable, and I also don't believe that there is sunshine in the world.

As long as I can remember, I have never seen happy expressions on my parents' faces. They both hate each other, but they continue to live together for various reasons.

In the past, it was because my dad was busy with work and didn't go home for a long time, saying that he was working overtime outside to socialize.My mother was very suspicious and didn't believe what he said at all, thinking that he was cheating, as soon as he got home, he would check his mobile phone immediately, looking for clues of coming out.The two quarreled every day, and they would fight if they didn't pay attention. All the things that could be smashed in the house were turned into a pile of waste by the two of them. Even a vase that my mother liked the most was turned into several pieces in her hands.

Later, my dad was not busy, and I could see him at home every day. I was very happy. Dad could finally play with me, and my mother would not quarrel with him.

But the mother's abuse did not stop.

It's just going from 'slut' to 'wretch'.

It turned out that Dad didn't come back because he wanted to maintain the family relationship, but because he lost his job after the company closed down.

The sofa has become Dad's favorite place. I used to like to sit in his arms and touch his chin, but now it's full of stubble. When I return home, I can always smell the smell of cigarettes and alcohol.

Dad doesn't like to hug me anymore, and tells me to go away as soon as he sees me.

What he said to me, besides 'Get out', was 'Go buy me a bottle of wine and come back'.

My mother quarreled with him at the beginning and asked him to go out to find another job. Later, she just kept silent and treated him as air. She went to work on time in the morning, and went back to the bedroom to sleep after dinner at night, ignoring my father who lay in bed from morning to night.

After my mother stopped talking, my father was in a bad mood, thinking of various ways to make her speak.

Calling her name like crazy, my mother didn't answer him, and even ignored him, and went out to play with the aunts.

My dad is angry.

When my mother came back happily, she grabbed her hair, locked her in the room and didn't allow her to come out, and even called her leader to resign for her.

He heard the sound of her banging on the door hard, as well as her desperate cries.

My dad laughed.

He said he just loved hearing my mother scream.

My mother said in it that he was crazy and crazy.

I also think my dad is sick.

I asked my father why he locked up my mother, and he drove me back to the room and asked me to do my homework by myself, leaving children alone.

I sat on the bed, covered my ears, and heard my mother's voice getting smaller and smaller until I could no longer hear it. My dad opened the door again, dragged my mother out of the ground, dragged her to the toilet, and kept beating her with a wine bottle. on her.

My mother yelled my name heart-piercingly, begging him not to hit me.

I ran over, but my dad kicked me away, called me a bastard, and said I was a bitch like my mother.

My father was very strict with my mother, as long as she wanted to go out, he would beat her up, call her a prostitute, and ask if she wanted to go out again to cuckold him.

While beating my mother, my father scolded me, saying that I was not his own, but a bastard my mother gave birth to with wild men outside.

I seem to have two dads.

One was punching and kicking my mother and insulting my father.

One was the father who knelt down and said sorry when he was awake again.

My mother sent me to my grandparents' house in the countryside, and said she wanted to have a good talk with my dad.

I lived happily there and had no troubles at all.

My mother still called me at the beginning, asking me if I missed her, but the number of calls became less and less.

I don't know how my mother and father talked, whether my father's illness has improved, but she never came to pick me up, and I have been living in the country.

Later, my grandparents died, and I was taken home by my dad.

On the day I came to pick me up, looking at my father in a suit and leather shoes, I thought he had recovered from his illness, so I held his hand and happily asked why his mother didn't come.

He said that my mother was waiting for me at home, and after stuffing me into the car, I dug through the old house to find grandpa's passbook.

My mother was really at home, but she was tied to the bed. Her favorite long hair turned yellow, her face was bruised, and her clothes were torn. She didn’t smile when she saw me coming back, but asked me what to do when I came back. Well.

I told her the news of grandpa and grandpa's death.

There were flames in my mother's eyes, anger was written on her beautiful face, and she directly asked my father if he did it.

My dad ignored her and left home with his passbook in his pocket.

He came back a few days later reeking of alcohol.

Mom kept crying as soon as she saw Dad, as if she would be beaten by Dad if she stopped, and I was locked in the next room, listening to Mom's voice getting lower and lower, and I couldn't do anything.

I want to save my mother.

Before my grandma died, she told me an address, saying that I would go there if I couldn’t survive, and I used this as a bargaining chip to ask my father to let me out.

After he left, I untied my mother.

Mom rummaged through the box to find her ID card, then walked away without looking back.

Before leaving, she said she would come back to pick me up, so I waited for her.

I haven't eaten properly for a few days. I found a bag of expired bread in the refrigerator and ate it all. I knew I would not be able to eat for a long time.

Because I lied to my father and told my mother the correct address.

When my father came back from the outside and saw the empty bedroom, he immediately pulled the tie and beat me up when he caught me.

I can't cry, and I can't make a sound.

Because he said that only women can cry, if I dare to cry, kill me.

I can't die yet, my mother said that she will come to pick me up, and I will wait for her.

My dad was tired from beating and locked me in the room and wouldn't let me go out.

I was so hungry that my eyes stared, I found all the paper and pens from the room, wrote a message for help, and threw them downstairs.

I have been lying on the glass window to see if the notes I threw would be seen by others. Most of them were picked up by the sanitation workers. After waiting for a long time, until I was about to give up, the grandma of the community committee finally saw it. my note.

I can't shout, my dad is in the living room, even if he's drunk, he can still hear me if I'm too loud.

I breathed on the glass window and drew a distress signal on it, hoping Grandma would see it.

Fortunately, grandma raised her head and saw me waving anxiously.

The doorbell rang again and again, but my dad ignored it at first, and then he went to open the door when a police siren sounded from downstairs.

I was saved and finally got out of the room.

My dad was sent to a detention center for child abuse.

I spent a few days at my grandma's house in the neighborhood committee. I got carried away and thought that my dad would disappear from my life from now on.

In the end he came back.

When he came to my door, he told me that he had reformed himself, promised not to beat and scold me again, and wrote a guarantee letter saying that he would let me go back to school.

I recognized the darkness in my dad's eyes, and sure enough, he beat me even more fiercely after returning home, and he only picked on me in a way that didn't leave a trace.

I don't ask for help anymore, locking him up briefly will only make me suffer more next time.

Fortunately, the grandma of the neighborhood committee did not forget me and came to visit me every week, and it was because of her that I had the opportunity to continue my studies.

I fell in love with reading, as long as I can stay in school, everything is fine.

I want to earn money, and to please him, I must have money.

When I went to junior high school, our school arranged for evening self-study, and school would end at nearly eleven o'clock. I lied to my dad that I would stay in school, and he agreed, as long as he didn't give him money.

I didn't stay in school, I started looking for work outside, doing everything.

I'm not old enough, formal places won't want me, so I bought a fake ID, washed the dishes, and sneaked into the bar as a waiter.

All the meager wages I get are stored under the mattress.

The place of work does not provide board and lodging, I sneak home in the middle of the night, and then sneak back to school early in the morning.

Seeing that the money was saving more and more, just when I thought I was about to grab the rope of life, I was blocked in the alley and asked where my father was.

After being beaten up, I ran home and my dad wasn't there.

I searched the whole room and couldn't find the money.

It turned out that he always knew that I was working secretly, and he also knew where I secretly kept the money.

When he came home and saw me there, he smiled contemptuously, called me a son of a bitch, and tried to lie to him.

He drank more and more and borrowed more and more money.

All the wages from part-time workers were robbed by him.

I resigned to my fate.

I recognized my identity, son of a bastard, only worthy of sinking into the abyss with him, not qualified to talk about the future.

I thought I might have to spend my life like this, until I met Gu Xingzhi, that clumsy boy who saved people but was beaten up, who existed like sunshine.