(Go to the net.) When I reached the innermost layer of the crowd with great difficulty, I was really surprised by the scene in front of me: in the yellow sand flying in the sky, Yuan Zhize, dressed in military uniform, was holding a steel gun, riding on a tall horse with an expressionless face, his cold eyes had been staring at the thin figure curled up on the ground, and a long knife and a shield were lying quietly on the side. Go and see the net.

"Don't cry! If you're still a man, stand up for me and do it again! Hurry up!" Yuan Zhize didn't seem to regard the person in front of him as his own son at all.

In the midst of his scolding, I saw Yuan Lin, who was sobbing on the ground, crawling towards the weapon lying on the side with difficulty, and I couldn't help but mourn in my heart, and tears came out of my eyes. Test Text Watermark 6.

"Lin'er!" I rushed over desperately, Lin'er was stunned for a moment, found out that it was me, and also cried and pounced: "Mom!" The two hugged and cried.

wiped the dust and tears off Yuan Lin's face with trembling sleeves, looking at his bruised nose and swollen face and his lips blown by the wind, the entanglement in his heart was a little worse.

"Mom, I want to go home—" Lin'er's heart-rending cry almost broke my heart.

"What are you doing here?" After riding around us sitting on the ground a few times, Yuan Zhize, who had been silent, finally spoke. Test Text Watermark 9.

"I'll go now," I had nothing to say in the face of this ruthless father, so I helped Lin'er up and softly comforted the frightened Yuan Lin: "Go, Lin'er, go home with my mother." ”

"No, he can't go!" a spear barbarized our way, and Lin'er hid behind me in terror, trembling as she looked at her angry father.

"Yuan Lin, if you can't learn the essentials of foot stabbing today, you will never want to go back!" With a thud, Yuan Zhize picked up the knife on the ground with his gun and threw it in front of the two of us, his eyes full of undoubted majesty. Test Text Watermark 3.

"Why does he want to learn? You give me a reason. While comforting the trembling Yuan Lin, I forcibly suppressed the anger in my heart and questioned Yuan Zhize.

"Reason?" A contemptuous smile appeared on Yuan Zhize's face: "The reason is that he is my son!"

"Is this what you said you promised to treat Lin'er well? Do you remember what you said when you brought Lin'er back?"

I don't know when, the school field suddenly quieted down, and the sergeants who had been crowded around to watch the excitement had already quietly retreated, and only the three of us were left in the huge open space. Test Text Watermark 2.

The muscles on Zhi Ze's face trembled violently, and he replied in a low voice after a while: "I... I'm doing this for his good, and when I am a son, I should inherit my father's business! I will practice martial arts, and I will kill the enemy and serve the country in the future!"

"Are you doing it for his good?" Hearing this pale and powerless reason, I suddenly had an urge to laugh: "Don't deceive yourself, the only reason you do this is that you hate Yuan Zhixun!"

"You..." was poked in the sore spot by me, and Zhize, who was stunned, was speechless for a while.

"Let me ask you, where is the wedding gift that Yuan Zhixun gave us?" Test text watermark 7.

"In... In Luoyang, what's wrong?" a trace of imperceptible panic crossed Zhi Ze's face.

"Luoyang?I'm afraid it has already been burned to ashes!" I ruthlessly exposed his lie: "Don't think I don't know, you already burned that painting the night you received it!"

Originally, I couldn't figure it out, but if he didn't like it, then he could have sold this priceless painting, or gave it away, so why should he burn it? Because Zhize hates Yuan Zhixun, he attaches his disgust to the painting that Yuan Zhixun is good at, and his son actually likes painting, which he can't tolerate. Test Text Watermark 2.

"Zhize," I stepped forward and grabbed the reins of his horse: "Why should the contradictions of the previous generation affect the lives of the next generation, you see, Lin'er is still a child." ”

The steel spear fell heavily from Zhi Ze's hand to the ground, and Zhi Ze sighed: "Go home, I'll be quiet alone." ”

After returning home, Chunyu and I hurriedly prepared hot water, helped Yuan Lin bathe and change clothes, and looked at the bruises and purple pieces on his body, and the indescribable heartache in my heart.

"Does it hurt?" I grinned as I gently touched a piece of black on his leg. Test text watermark 7. I hurriedly asked Chunyu to go to my husband's house to ask for leave, and let Lin'er rest at home for a day. Someone had already brought medicine for bruises, and I carefully helped him to heal his injuries.

While I was taking the medicine, Yuan Lin told me the truth of today's incident. In the morning, he was painting in the house, and he didn't want to be bumped into by Zhize, who came back to pick up the official document, so without saying a word, he pulled him to the school field and forced Lin'er to practice hand-to-hand combat skills. Lin Ernian is so weak that he can't even lift a shield, not to mention that his sparring partner is still Yuan Zhize, who is not affectionate at all. Test text watermark 8. So, during the time I didn't arrive, Lin'er kept repeating the cycle of falling, getting up, falling again, and getting up again.

"Mom, what's wrong with my father today, it seems that he has suddenly changed into a person, fierce, and he also said that in the future, let me practice martial arts every day, and I am not allowed to paint. But..."Speaking of excitement, Yuan Lin suddenly sat up from the bed, took my hand, and her eyes were full of pleading: "Mom, I like to draw!"

"Your father is scaring you, he won't stop you from drawing. I stroked his head and comforted him, but to no avail.

"Then why did he beat me? and let me practice martial arts every day?" his father's abnormal behavior made the young Yuan Lin unable to understand. Test Text Watermark 5.

"This...", my brain was racing rapidly, thinking about how to dispel his worries: "That's the case, Lin'er, haven't you learned, so the heavens will descend on the people, and they must first suffer their minds, strain their muscles and bones, starve their bodies and skins, empty their bodies, and do what they do." If you want to grow up, you must have to endure some hardships, and now you have no worries about food and clothing all day long, and your father is doing this to make you go through some hardships, so that you can become a man as soon as possible!"

The smile returned to Yuan Lin's face, and he relieved the worries in his heart, and said happily: "Mom, don't worry, I will definitely become a man!"

"Yes, this is a sensible and good boy. Test Text Watermark 5. I touched his little face, took out the pair of gloves I had knitted this morning, and handed them to him: "In order to praise our family Yuan Lin for successfully passing the test, my mother has decided to reward you with a pair of gloves! ”

"It's so warm!" Lin'er carefully put the glove on her hand, and couldn't put it down, and she could see that he felt very new to this kind of glove that she had never seen before.

"Here, grab a pen and try it. I took a brush from the table and handed it to him, it seemed to be very handy, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief, now it's okay, Lin'er won't have to worry about cold hands when writing in the future.

"Rest early, I'm tired today. I tucked the corners of his quilt and prepared to go back. As soon as I got up, I felt that my sleeves were long, as if I was being pulled by something.

"Imp, why are you tugging at my clothes?" I laughed and scratched his nose and gently pulled the sleeve out of his hand.

"Mom, I can't sleep right now. Yuan Lin curled up in the quilt and looked at me with a smile on her face.

"Really?" I leaned down to look at the person in front of me, "If you don't sleep again, Mom will have to put her cool hand in your bed to keep warm!"

I finally tossed enough with the little ghost, seeing that he was asleep, I took a long breath and slowly walked out of his room.

Just as he was about to enter the house, he suddenly noticed a dark shadow by the corridor on the side. "Who?" I was startled and retreated.

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