Mang Kui seemed to have won money today, and he was a little happy in his heart, bought wine and pig's head meat, and sat at the dinner table alone and ate happily, and hummed a few words from time to time.

Xiao Kun was upset, so he yelled at Mang Kui: "Can you shut your mouth?" ”

"Little turtle son, you took medicine today, and I think Lao Tzu is arguing with you." Mang Kui, who had drunk the wine, slapped the table with red eyes, "You fuck, get out if you think Lao Tzu is noisy, you little turtle son." ”

"There is no old turtle son, where is the little turtle son." Xiao Kun didn't know where he got the courage to fight against Mang Kui.

"You ****** believe it or not, Lao Tzu killed you, Lao Tzu can give birth to you, and he can kill you." Mang Kui staggered a little to Xiao Kun's room.

"You're arguing for me to read, and you're still reasonable."

"Just your doll, reading books, you think you can be admitted to college, sue you, there is no green smoke on the ancestral grave of our old Liu family." Mang Kui looked at Xiao Kun with disdain and said, "Your baby has a junior high school diploma, go to your grandmother to work, and don't pee to take a picture of yourself, you want to be admitted to high school and college." ”

"I'll take the test, don't think you're unproductive, I'm just like you. Look at you, do you still have the appearance of being a man, do you have the appearance of a man, no wonder my mother will leave you. ”

Xiao Kun's words hit Mang Kui's face like a few slaps, greatly dampening his man's self-esteem.

"Little turtle son, don't mention your mother's rotten prostitute, she's not a good fucking thing."

"You're not a good thing!" Although Xiao Kun didn't have any impression of his mother, he knew that it was Mang Kui who was sorry for his mother back then.

"I really raised your little turtle son upside down, dare to scold Lao Tzu, see how Lao Tzu cleans up your doll." Mang Kui had red eyes, picked up a beer bottle by the door, and rushed towards Xiao Kun.

Mang Kui is a stumbling braincase, usually despised and looked down upon outside, and when he returned home, he only felt like a man, like an old man. Today, even his son began to belittle him and humiliate him, and he was burned with anger to the point of losing his mind.

Xiao Kun didn't dodge, but puffed up his chest and greeted him: "Fight, if you can't kill me, you won't be raised by people." ”

The bottle in Mang Kui's hand hit Xiao Kun's head hard, with a clattering sound, the bottle shattered on Xiao Kun's head, and Mang Kui's hand was cut by the broken glass, and blood flowed.

A bloody spring appeared on Xiao Kun's head, and his entire face was dyed red.

The pain made Mang Kui much more sober, and he hurriedly found something to bandage his injured hand.

Xiao Kun held the door frame with his hand and stood there stubbornly, letting the warm blood flow down his face and onto his neck and clothes.

There was a buzzing bang in my head, and my eyes were blurry. If the blood is drained like this, it doesn't matter if you die, you don't have to see Mang Kui, a bastard, and you don't have to look at the white eyes of others.

Xiao Kun's eyes appeared in front of Xiao Qing's smile again, and when he saw her, he smiled and said to herself, "Don't be a deserter, I believe in you." ”

Xiao Kun was very strange that he would actually think of Xiao Qinglai at this time. Xiaoqing, I'm sorry, I don't want to be a deserter.

The world in front of Xiao Kun blurred, and finally he heard Mang Kui's heart-rending cry.

"Xiao Kun, Xiao Kun!" Mangkui's cry sounded so far away, as if it came from another world. Aren't you going to beat me to death, why are you crying? What a useless thing.

Mang Kui took care of his wounds, and when he saw Xiao Kun, who was like a bloody man, he was completely panicked.

"Xiao Kun, you melon baby, why don't you know how to dodge!" Mang Kui covered the wound on Xiao Kun's head with his hand. The wound was so large that blood oozed from between his fingers.

"Xiao Kun, don't scare Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will never beat you again." Mang Kui carried Xiao Kun and ran to the clinic across the street.

"Doctor Luo, Doctor Luo, open the door!" Mang Kui anxiously kicked the door of the Luo Chinese Medicine Pavilion. The spring night is cold, and the Chinese medicine hall has long been closed.

Dr. Luo was also frightened when he saw Xiao Kun, who looked like a bloody man, and hurriedly asked his wife to get up to help.

"How can this be, who hurt the doll like this." Dr. Luo's wife helped Xiao Kun clean the wound and used scissors to remove the hair near the wound.

"I, I'm drunk, hit with a wine bottle." Mangkui lowered his head and whispered.

"You're such a bastard." The scissors in Dr. Luo's wife's hand almost pierced Mang Kui's body, "Isn't this child your own, how can you do it." ”

"Okay, don't say it, hurry up and treat the doll's wounds." Dr. Luo pulled Mang Kui aside with one hand.

Mang Kui sat on the side, watching Doctor Luo and his family busy dealing with Xiao Kun's wounds.

Dr. Luo's wife brought a hot towel to wash the blood stains on Xiao Kun's face, and the woman's heart relented, and she cried while wiping it.

"Grandma Luo, I don't hurt." Xiao Kun looked at Dr. Luo's wife and said. This kind woman reminded him of his grandmother and Jinbao's wife.

"Melon doll, you are numb to pain now, and it will be uncomfortable in a while."

"Xiao Kun, let's go back, it's been so long since this troubled Dr. Luo." Mangkui whispered.

"Get out, you get away from me, aren't you going to kill me, do you want to take it home and start over again when you see that I'm not dead!" Xiao Kun twisted his face to the side, not wanting to see Mang Kui.

"You go back, the kid will stay here tonight, I'll be watching." Dr. Luo's wife pushed Mang Kui outside.

Mang Kui wanted to say something more, but when he saw that Xiao Kun ignored him and didn't say anything, he got up and walked out.

Mang Kui returned to the rented room, and there were still traces of blood on Xiao Kun's door. Mangkui took out his mop and began to sweep away the bloodstains. The remaining traces of blood can be erased, but the rift between father and son can never be erased.

Xiao Kun still had his books on his desk, and Mang Kui walked over to put them in his schoolbag for Xiao Kun.

Sitting on Xiao Kun's bed, Mang Kui smelled his son's unique breath, but his son was not there tonight. Mang Kui remembered his son's stubborn eyes, and he began to feel afraid. If he had dealt a little harder, maybe his son would have been killed by him.

For so many years, he has just indulged in his own bad feelings, and has never paid serious attention to his son. He is like a puppy beside Mangkui, tease him when he is happy, and beat him when he is unhappy. It was as if all of a sudden my son had grown up, and he was about to catch up with his size. When he took his son to Dr. Luo's Chinese medicine hall, he didn't feel anything because he was anxious, but now he thinks that his son is so strong that he almost can't hold it.

Mang Kui remembered that when he kicked Doctor Luo in his arms with his son, his heart was beating as if he was about to jump out of his chest. He clearly felt that his son's body was getting cold, as if his son's life was about to be lost in his hands, and he was so frightened at that moment.

I used to be overwhelmed by my petty feelings, I felt that everything was hopeless, and I felt that life was just eating and waiting for death, and now I feel that there are still things in my life that I feel distressed and concerned about.

His son was his hope, but he almost destroyed it. Mang Kui banged his head on the head of his son's bed in annoyance, he was really an unenlightened braincase.

Lying on his son's bed, he remembered the feeling of his son in his arms when he was a child, and that fleshy little life had brought him so much warmth and touch.