My dad has been doting on me since I was a child, probably because my mother left early, and he felt indebted to me.

My mother died when I was eight years old because of a burglary when my mother locked me in a closet and I saw her fall under the knife of the gangsters.

And at that time my father was drinking outside.

The look in my mother's eyes before she died was a nightmare that I never ceased, and from that day on, I rarely spoke to my father.

From that day on, he no longer went out to drink, but bought drunk at home every day, and although he was an alcoholic, he would cook in advance every time I came back from school.

I basically went into the house after eating, never talked nonsense, he tried to talk to me several times, but I didn't give him this opportunity.

The two of us relied on the few houses he bought when he was young, and although the monthly rent was not much, it was more than enough to support the two of us.

Growing up, my father was very responsive to my needs, and he would try his best to buy me whatever I wanted, and of course I wouldn't ask for anything too much.

It was such a spoiled father who actually cut off one of my fingers and swept me out of the house for a woman I didn't know when I was eighteen years old!

I remember vividly that it was his birthday.

When I came home from school in the evening, I passed by a Seven Wolves store on the way, and I couldn't help but stop, and after looking at the door for a long time, I still walked in.

I decided to celebrate my dad's birthday.

After so many years, although I can never let go of my mother's incident, but after all, blood is thicker than water, he is my father, and he still has tendons when he breaks bones.

I plan to take this opportunity to settle my old suspicions with him and live a good life in the future.

After carefully choosing, I chose a jacket, asked the waiter to help me put it up, and ran home happily.

Thinking along the way, the old man couldn't close his mouth when he saw the gift I gave him, and I quickened my pace and rushed all the way home!

But when I opened the door, I saw not only my father sitting in the living room, but also a beautiful woman.

This woman was about thirty years old, wearing a floral dress, with good skin and a pretty look, and as soon as I entered the room, I smelled a strong smell of perfume.

When my dad saw me coming back, his whole face changed all of a sudden, and his smile froze there, gradually disappearing......

I'm not stupid, there's definitely something wrong with this!

There have been no outsiders in the family for so many years, why is there a bewitching woman coming to the door today?

My face also sank, staring at my dad and asking, Qin Hu, who is this woman?

The corners of my dad's mouth twitched slightly, with an embarrassed smile on his face, and he was about to speak, but was stopped by this woman.

"You're Qin Zheng, right? It's a bit presumptuous to meet for the first time, yes, you can call me Aunt Lan, of course, if you don't mind, you can also call my mother......"

"Mom?"

My head buzzed! Mom made my ears feel like someone had hit me with a big gong! My whole head was blank......

I froze in place for a long time, stretched out a trembling finger at the woman, and glared at Qin Hu viciously: "Qin Hu, let me ask you! Who is this bitch!"

My dad's eyes changed when he looked at me at that time, and he pointed at me and shouted, "Qin Zheng, apologize to Auntie!"

"I'll tell you mom!"

My dad slapped the table hard and stood up and walked over to me, this was the first time in my life that I saw my dad angry, to be honest, it was so scary!

His eyes were no longer as gentle as they used to be!

At that moment, my father made me feel extremely strange, and I began to fear this father who had spoiled me for so many years!

At first, I thought it would be a slap in the face at most, but his actions made me never dream!

Dad first grabbed my hair and punched me directly in the face, I was dizzy, and then I lay on the ground!

Looking at the harsh lights on the ceiling, I felt a little unreal......

The nosebleed dripped down the new jacket and slowly spread, and I began to despair of this man completely......

Aunt Lan stopped my dad like crazy, but my dad seemed to be crazy today, he couldn't punch me, and he would continue to beat me, I don't know how many punches he punched, and then he pulled his hair and went to the kitchen!

By the time my brain reacted, his left hand had been pressed against the board!

At this time, I was really scared, and I began to struggle like crazy! But my father's strength was so great that he clamped my wrist like an iron tong, and he couldn't move at all!

"Dad, what are you doing, Dad, I was wrong, I don't dare!" I began to cry and beg for mercy......

My dad was staring into my eyes with a kitchen knife in his hand, and I suddenly felt a sense of grief in his eyes......

At this time, my father suddenly said to me in a very soft tone: "Son, don't blame Dad......"

After saying that, he raised the knife in his hand, and after a cold feeling, there were bursts of sharp pain, which went directly into my heart along the palm of his hand!

I knelt on the ground, staring at the large pool of blood on the ground, and the little finger in the blood, except for the pain that made me tremble, I was unusually calm.

Aunt Lan rushed into the kitchen at this time, saw the scene in front of her, and ran towards me with wide eyes, I can't remember what she said to me, I couldn't hear anyone at that time.

All I remember is that my dad kicked me out with my severed finger.

I walked on the way to the hospital in a daze, I can't remember how much blood I shed, anyway, I felt very dizzy, I was covered in cold sweat, and the rate of turning back on the street was 100%.

When I walked to the hospital, the doctor was stupid and asked me how I got it, if I wanted to call the police, or something.

The doctor looked at me: "I should be able to connect it, but I am afraid it will not be possible to be as flexible as before." ”

At this time, my brain gradually cleared up, looked at the severed finger in my hand, and held him in the palm of my hand!

Since it's useless to pick it up, why should I pick him up?

I want to keep this indelible scar! I want to remind myself of what happened today!

I don't have a father anymore!

So I did something that even the doctors were stunned by, and I ate half of my finger!

I put my fingers in my mouth and chewed desperately, the pungent smell of blood made me sick, but it also made me extremely excited!

Unfortunately, the man's bones were so hard that I couldn't chew and finally spit them out, but the fingers couldn't be used anymore.

The doctor was stunned by my operation, and it took him a long time to react, pointing at me and saying, "You madman!"

I insisted on refusing to take my fingers, and the doctor did not do anything about me, but helped me to stop the bleeding and bandage it carefully, and then I used my pocket money to recuperate in the hospital for two days.

After I was discharged from the hospital, I went straight to the station, bought a long-distance bus ticket, and left the city that made me desperate.

On the way, my wound hurt badly, and I couldn't sleep at all, so I could only look out the window in a daze.

Thinking back to the scene of that night, my eyes moistened again, and I still don't understand very much, even if I am disrespectful to his little wife, why should he treat me like this?

I am his own son, and he will cut off my fingers and kill them all?

Then I suddenly thought of the look he looked at me before he started, and somehow, I always felt that there were a lot of stories in that look.

And that sentence, son, don't blame Dad......

I had a thrill all over my body, and an idea popped into my head, and I always felt that this matter was not so simple.

Just as I was about to analyze further, the car suddenly braked hard and froze in place, almost shooting me out!

As soon as I steadied myself, I heard the driver yelling, "You don't know how to drive!"

Just when all the passengers were complaining, I saw two men in black jackets and sunglasses walking up in front of me, with expressionless faces.

They stood in front of the car and looked around for a while, and I didn't know who they were looking for because they were wearing sunglasses, but they always felt that their last eyes were on me, and then they walked towards me.

I don't know why, but seeing these two people made me nervous for some reason.

I subconsciously swallowed my saliva and pretended to look out the window, but in fact, I kept glancing at the two strong men.

One of them sat behind me, and the other sat diagonally across from me.

At this time, the driver of the bus was still arguing with the car in front of me, and I climbed through the window to see that the driver of the sedan took out a wad of red tickets from his wallet and stuffed it into the driver.

It's strange, obviously I didn't hit it, so why give money?