When I was six years old, three major events happened in our family: my grandfather was shot, my parents divorced, and my uncle went to prison.

These things may seem unrelated, but they are actually closely connected.

My dad and my mom divorced because my dad knew that my grandfather had been shot and my mom had no backer.

My uncle went to jail because my dad divorced my mom and my dad was beaten and crippled by my uncle.

And it's all about me.

Here's how it happened.

In 1990, my mother went to a song hall to dance and was targeted by my father.

My dad got my mom drunk and forcibly had sex with my mom, and that's when my mom got pregnant.

My dad never expected that my mom had a hard background.

My grandfather was a well-known bastard in the area.

My grandfather almost beat me to death by locking my dad in a dark house, and it is said that he walked in vertically and was carried out horizontally.

In the 90s, it was a very shameful thing to get pregnant out of wedlock, and my grandfather couldn't afford to lose this person.

My dad was afraid that my grandfather would die, so he married my mom.

The twisted melon is not sweet, and my dad is forced, so my dad and my mom have no feelings at all.

For as long as I can remember, there hasn't been a day when they haven't quarreled, almost as soon as they met.

My dad called my mom a broken shoe, and my mom called my dad a rapist.

Every time they quarreled at their most intense, they could almost knock the roof over.

But my dad never dared to do it.

My grandfather once said that if his daughter lost a single hair, she would kill my father.

My dad didn't dare to hit my mom, but he often poured his anger on my head and punched and kicked me at every turn.

Especially when my dad was drunk, he would take out his anger at me every time, and he looked like a madman with red eyes.

One time my dad got drunk and whipped me all over my belt and scolded me for being a mongrel.

My mom didn't care about me when she came back, sitting on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, looking at me and my dad with indifferent eyes, like watching a monkey show.

I shouted, "Mom! Mom! ”

My mom ignored my cries, took out a lady's cigarette and lit it, smoking leisurely, with a sneer on her face.

Not only that, but my mother even sneered: "You have the ability to beat him to death!" ”

My dad was even angrier and pumped harder when he heard my mother's words, and it wasn't until he was so tired and sweaty that he put down the belt in his hand.

But I was just five years old.

In the eyes of my dad and my mom, especially in the eyes of my dad, I was not only superfluous, but also a burden.

Since that time, every time I see my dad, I've hid, like a mouse meeting a cat.

This traumatic childhood finally came to an end when I was six years old.

My grandfather locked the creditor in a dark room and beat him to death because he was collecting debts for others.

In fact, it should be said that he was tortured to death.

It is said that the creditor was unrecognizable when he was carried out of the house.

Because of his cruelty, my grandfather was sentenced to death and immediately executed.

On the day my grandfather was executed, my father grabbed my mother's hair, beat my mother all over her body, and dragged her to the Civil Affairs Bureau to forcibly go through the divorce procedures.

When my uncle found out about this, he led someone to beat my dad to pieces in the dance hall that night.

My uncle was arrested and put in prison.

I still remember vividly rubbing my hands together excitedly when I learned that my grandfather had died and my dad had become a cripple.

Because these two people are demons in my mind, I don't have to be beaten anymore.

Soon, I was in elementary school.

My classmates laughed at me and gave me all sorts of nicknames, they called me the rapist son, the murderer's grandson, and the violent nephew.

One of the things that infuriated me the most was that they called me a mongrel.

For this reason, I often got into fights with my classmates, either to make my nose and face swollen from being beaten by others, or to be bruised and swollen by others.

Because of the fight, the teacher often asked me to call my parents.

At first, my mother went back, but then she didn't go because she was embarrassed, and even in the end, as long as I fought, whether it was justified or ignored, my mother would beat me.

I hated my mom in my heart, I hated how I could have been born into such a family.

I secretly made up my mind in my heart that when I grew up, I would definitely leave this home without the love of my father and mother.

Before I knew it, elementary school had passed, and I was in junior high school.

I went to junior high school in another place, and I couldn't ask for it.

No one knows that my grandfather is a murderer, my father is a rapist, and that I am a child born out of wedlock.

No one is pointing fingers at me behind my back anymore.

I can say that I feel that the whole world is full of hope.

At the same table with me was a very, very beautiful girl, her name was Ma Jiao.

It is estimated that I grew up and began to develop, and I had a good impression of Ma Jiao in my ignorance, and I always looked for opportunities to talk to her.

But Ma Jiao didn't have a good impression of me, not only disgusted me for being dirty, but also always said bad things about me behind my back.

At that time, my mother didn't care about me, and I washed all the clothes on my body.

Every time I wait until the clothes on my body are particularly dirty, I will sprinkle some laundry detergent and rub them a few times, except for some sweaty and earthy smells, the clothes can't be washed at all.

In fact, my pursuit at that time was not high, as long as I could see Ma Jiao every day, I would be satisfied.

But those days ended when I was in my third year of junior high school.

There was a classmate of mine from elementary school in our class, her name was Han Xue, and she knew everything about me.

I still remember vividly that when she walked into the classroom, I was frozen.

I was terrified that she would tell my classmates everything I had, and I would be the laughing stock of others again.

What I feared happened anyway.

In the next few days, there were always people pointing fingers behind my back, and I vaguely heard someone saying, do you know, Zhang Nan turned out to be a wild child, his grandfather was a murderer, his father was a rapist, and his mother was a young lady.

Since Ma Jiao knew these things, she didn't want to be at the same table with me.

All this must have been spread by Han Xue.

I hated Han Xue in my heart.

One day, when I was about to walk into the classroom, there were many girls around Han Xue, and Han Xue was telling them about my tragic past.

Ma Jiao is among them.

When the female classmates heard about my "brilliant" deeds, they burst out laughing.

At that moment, my lungs were about to explode.

I walked up to them and roared loudly: "Han Xue, you slut, what are you talking about?" ”

I guess I was so angry that when I shouted, the whole class fell silent, the hair was falling, and everyone's eyes hit me in the face like a spotlight.

Han Xue looked at me blankly.

It took a while for people to start talking.

After Han Xue reacted, she immediately glanced at me contemptuously and said disdainfully, "Zhang Nan, what are you yelling at?" ”

I gritted my teeth, clenched my fists, pointed at Han Xue and gritted my teeth and said, "Why are you slandering me? Slander me? ”

Han Xue raised her head, her nostrils turned to the sky, and said contemptuously: "Slander? Slander? Make no mistake, it's true! ”

"I'll fuck you!" I raised my fist and punched Han Xue in the face.

Han Xue's nosebleed immediately spurted out.

Everyone was stunned, including me.

I don't know how long it took, but Cheng Yu, a boy in the class, stood up, pointed at me and said, "Zhang Nan, are you still not a man?" Actually hit a woman! ”

Since Cheng Yu came to our class, he has nothing to do and is always courteous to Han Xue.

Cheng Yu came forward to Han Xue, definitely to curry favor with Han Xue.

In fact, I am also a little uncomfortable in my heart, after all, I am a man.

But instead of bowing my head, I craned my neck and sneered: "What's wrong with the woman? Who made her mouth cheap! ”

"Wow", Han Xue cried loudly, pointed at me and said, "Zhang Nan, you wait, I'll tell my brother to beat you to death!" ”

Han Xue rushed out of our class and left the classroom.

I secretly screamed in my heart that Han Xue had a brother who was a gangster, and I was beaten by him when I was in elementary school.

If Han Xue called his brother, I would definitely be beaten to death.

I didn't know what to do, and I knew I was in trouble.

Cheng Yu saw Han Xue rushing out of the classroom, walked up to me and pushed me, looked at me condescendingly and said, "Zhang Nan, you kid dare to talk back to me!" ”

I stumbled and hit the table behind me.

If it weren't for the table blocking me, I would definitely have fallen.