The structure of her own house was similar, and she looked out the window and guessed that it should be on the seventh or eighth floor by the height of the building opposite.

In front of me is the father and daughter again.

My father didn't change much, except for a few more gray hairs on his forehead, and he sat at his desk and corrected piles of test papers with a red pen.

The daughter has grown up a lot, she is eleven or twelve years old, wearing a junior high school uniform, coming out of the room with a straight face, a guitar on her back, and ready to go out with her shoes on.

"Where are you going?"

"I went to a friend's house to practice guitar. ”

"Guitar guitar all day long, don't you have to learn?"

The daughter turned her head to stare at him, her eyes full of rebellion and resentment, "I'm not your student, you are not qualified to teach me." ”

"I am your father, how can I not be qualified to teach you? ”

"Practicing at home will only scold you, saying that I am noisy to you, right?"

"Then don't practice, no matter how you play, it won't be effective, you concentrate on studying for me, and get into a good university!"

The daughter sneered disdainfully, "What if you are admitted to college? Aren't you also a scum from the university? I have been mixed up for half my life, but I am just a primary school teacher in a third-rate private school, and my wife runs away with someone, and I will only beat my daughter all day long." I said, I don't necessarily have a good time in college, why should I waste my time, I want to spend my time on things I love. ”

"What are you talking about!" the man got up angrily, the chair fell backwards to the ground, he rushed over, grabbed the girl by the hair, dragged her back to the living room, snatched the guitar from her back, and slammed it on the floor, the strings broke and the pieces of wood flew around.

"Don't smash my guitar!" the girl pounced, and the man threw the guitar into the corner, raised his hand, and slapped the girl in the face.

The corner of the girl's lips cracked, and her mouth was full of blood.

Nangong Douling couldn't stand it, "Hey, your father is so bad!

She ran over, but her body passed through the man like air, and there was nothing she could do to stop him.

The man grabbed the girl's hands, pressed them on the tea table, picked up the heavy glass ashtray, and smashed it on the girl's fingers in a frenzy.

The girl wailed and wept bitterly.

"I'll tell you to play the guitar! I'll tell you to play the guitar! Don't do your job! I'll waste your hand, look at how you're messing around!" The man smashed her fingers more than 20 times in a row, smashing her fingers into a blur of flesh and blood.

"Don't! Daddy! Spare me! I don't dare! I really don't dare! I don't play guitar anymore, don't play anymore, please!"

The girl cried desperately for mercy, but the man did not relent.

He was not satisfied, so he took out the cigarette from the cigarette case, put it to his mouth, lit it with a lighter, took two puffs, spit out the smoke, and then pressed the red cigarette butt to the girl's scalp, and the hair was smoking.

"Ah......h

There was a frenzied look in the man's eyes, as if he was enjoying her screams.

The girl almost collapsed under the torture, her voice was so dumb that she couldn't even scream.

Nangong Douling was in a hurry beside him, "Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! You scumbag! Stop me!"

She was so angry that she wanted to beat this guy to a level 8 disability, but unfortunately she couldn't touch him, and she didn't care about him at all.

The scenery spun again, and Nangong Douling didn't stand firm this time, kneeling on the ground, closing his eyes, and holding his head tightly.

I'm dizzy! Don't turn around! It's so uncomfortable.

Isn't she a ghost? How can a ghost feel nauseous and want to vomit? Nangong Douling can't figure out what her current situation is.

The dizziness finally subsided, and she gasped and opened her eyes.

This time, I was in an elementary school classroom.

The seats were old-fashioned wooden tables, and about forty or fifty students sat in tight positions, with metal badges pinned to the chest of their uniforms, and all of them were silent, staring straight ahead with a look of trepidation on their faces.

Nangong Douling followed their line of sight to the position of the podium.

Under the blackboard, the abusive man sits in a wicker chair, wearing a white shirt and trousers, and holding a whip cut from tree branches.

Two little boys, with hemp ropes tied to their bodies, stood in front of him, one of them weeping, shrugging his shoulders and sobbing his mouth.

The other boy stared at the man stubbornly, his eyes were red, but he just didn't cry.

"What kind of eyes do you have? It's rude for you to look at the teacher like this, you know?" the man slapped the stubborn boy's cheek with a branch, and two red marks appeared on his face, on which there were already several marks of beating.

Nangong Douling saw that the way they tied the rope was very similar to that of the prisoner escorted to the execution ground, the hemp rope went around the back of the neck, crossed several layers in front of the body, wrapped around the arms, and tied the hands behind the back.

It can be clearly seen that the rope is deeply sunk into the flesh of the children, so tight that there is no gap.

What is this guy doing in class? Blatantly tying up his own students? What kind of thing is this? It's ridiculous!

"You're in the sixth grade, and you're not concentrating on your studies, and you're not ashamed to talk about boring gossip in my class?" the man put down the whip and took turns twisting their ears, his fingers grabbing the thin ear bones, and spinning them violently, as if he wanted to screw the child's ears off. This time, the boy who didn't cry couldn't bear it, and the big tears fell silently.

The bell rang loudly after class, but the man said, "The three classes this morning are all my classes, I didn't nod, none of you want to get out of class!"

A girl in the seat raised her hand timidly, "Zhou...... Teacher Zhou, I want to go to the toilet. ”

"Don't go, all of you should finish the texts from the third to the tenth lesson first! Otherwise, I can borrow the lesson from the math teacher and keep you until noon, and if you fail to write silently, you are not allowed to go home for lunch!"

The girl put down her hand with a flushed face, her body trembled, and suddenly, the boy at the table in front of her said loudly, "Teacher Zhou, she peed her pants!"

The people around her pinched their noses, "What a stinky smell of urine...... It stinks, it stinks, open the window!"

The girl lay on the table and cried quietly.

The man called Teacher Zhou got up from his chair, walked up to her, and looked at the urine stains on the floor, "I can't bear this little thing!

He took her arm, dragged her diminutive to the podium, and ordered her: "Take a pen and write on a piece of paper, 'I'm sorry I peed my pants, I don't have a tutor.'" ”

The girl did not dare to resist, took the red marker he handed him with trembling hands, and wrote these Chinese characters on the paper crookedly.

He grabbed the paper and shoved it into her hand, "Raise your hands, raise high, I told you to lift high, did you hear?" and he slapped her.

The girl's face was half swollen in an instant, and she quickly held the paper to her chin, her eyes were terrified, and no one looked at her, only at the ground.

He pushed her to the door of the noisy classroom, where students from other classes were playing and laughing.