After making up my mind, my mind gradually calmed down.

After the courage to resist came, the cowering of sincere fear suddenly dispersed like a shrouded mist.

She had to be active and do something.

It was not possible to sit back and hide like this, although I didn't know what the odds were, even if it was to free her mother.

She reached for the quilt and tossed it aside, scrawling off the bed and stepping on the yellow-brown wood floor.

As he approached the door, he stopped for a moment.

She closed her lips, lowered her eyes and thought for a moment, then raised her face, looked straight ahead with a decisive and calm gaze, and secretly told herself over and over again in her heart to be clear-headed and clear-minded and not to be confused, and then slowly turned the doorknob and walked out.

The sound of the cyan steel door being opened again reached the ears of the parents, interrupting their tearing.

The mother's ginger-colored dress hung loosely like a sack from the fight, and the clusters of flowers printed on the skirt had lost their vitality as if they had been trampled by uncivilized tourists not long ago, and the suspenders on one side had slipped from the shoulder to the elbow.

The father was furious, his face was red, and the hairs on the top of his head stood up like a new seedling in the field, but unfortunately he did not have a tall stature and a big belly full of fat, otherwise the image of a brutal butcher could not have been complete.

A cursory judgment at a glance doesn't prove anything.

Judging from the dark red nail scratches on his father's body and the fact that his mother looked embarrassed but did not see any external injuries despite her disheveled hair, it was difficult to decide the outcome of the battle for a while.

The wind blew in from outside, carrying a free and unknown smell, and the pure cotton and white nightdress skirt of Che Song He, who was standing by the door, moved.

A gap opened in the door of the neighbor's house opposite.

The electric light in the entrance was on, and bright light leaked through the crack in the door and hit the stairs on the second floor of the public passageway.

The central battlefield of this parental scuffle, that is, the living room, at this time, the large chandelier illuminates the cups, ornaments, fruit plates, pillows, remote controls and other bits and pieces that have fallen to the ground.

Father and mother are still on the alert for battle, and it may be difficult to switch between them for a while due to the excitement of the battle.

After a while, the mother withdrew first from the winner's race. She wiped her face haphazardly, wiped her hand on the long dress, then brushed her messy hair, bowed her head and pretended to be looking for something on the milky white floor tiles, maybe a rubber band for tying her hair, or something inconsequential, and snorted a few times in the process to calm her mood.

"What are you doing there!"

The father scolded his daughter.

His hands were on his hips, his big black eyes were staring hard, and he might take a step in front of her in the next second.

The mother heard the angry rebuke and thought of something, and a gust of wind came and pulled her, pushing her in the direction of her bedroom a few times.

Che Songhe was dragged and shook by his mother, and his feet did not move.

She looked sideways at the crack in her neighbor's door, and her mother followed her gaze.

"Dad, I'm just scared."

She held her hand against the door and muttered, as if she was hiding behind the door because she was very timid.

"It's normal for adults to quarrel, what are you afraid of, what kind of door to open in the middle of the night!" Her father was very shrewd.

After a short period of deliberation, she began to cry, from low sobs to grinning at the top of her voice.

She was still standing by the gate, and she expected her cries to reach her neighbors' homes several floors up and down, and the residents of the bungalows on the first floor for rent should be able to hear them clearly.

Just as she opened the door by surprise, she distinctly heard footsteps in the hallway, and caught a glimpse of the neighbor's door slowly closing.

"I'm afraid that if I say something wrong and make you angry, you're going to beat me, I'll run out, Dad."

She continued to cry pitifully and movingly, "Dad, can you let my mother take me to my grandmother's house for a few days, I am scared when you always fight, I am scared to death, Dad."

I'm so scared when you're fighting, Dad. My homework is getting worse and worse, and the homeroom teacher said that she is going to invite parents, and she wants parents to accompany me to class, and you will be disgraced with me, right?

I don't have the heart to study, I'm done, I'm going to be the object of everyone's ridicule. Teachers and classmates hate students who don't study well, they will laugh and tease me, who would like a child with bad grades, you won't like me anymore, what if I repeat a grade and get dropped out of school, what can I do?

Daddy, allow me to go, I'll get my grades better, I won't disgrace you, Daddy, good Daddy. ”

That night, Che Songhe was in the first half of the second year of junior high school, and his grades were indeed not good, but he was ridiculed and teased by his classmates.

She, like all ordinary children in ordinary families, has no presence in the class, almost like a transparent one.

But her words tonight were magically predictable, and it wasn't long before her lies came true, but not entirely because of bad grades.

"Dad, I'm a good boy."

"Dad, I promise to study hard. I'll make your face shine. ”

"Dad, you love me the most, don't you, you're the best dad in the world."

She had to never mention her father's fault, because doing so would not be in line with her identity as a daughter, and would only make the other party more angry.

She only truthfully stated the practical difficulties she was about to face, and her expression was miserable like a megaphone repeating over and over again, tirelessly, and sincerely.

Her mother stood by and watched with a strange expression as her daughter desperately opened her mouth as she cried, the small tongue in her throat looming, and the few tears she struggled to squeeze out dried up on her face because there was no follow-up.

I felt unbearable in my heart, and at the same time I couldn't cry or laugh.

The anger and shame of the previous fight unconsciously disappeared mostly.

Che Songhe couldn't laugh at this time, her heart was pounding, that is, she was worried about the effect of this move, and at the same time, she didn't know how her father would react and was extremely panicked.

With the crying of a heartbreaking child, the father sat down on the couch.

He bent down to pick up the yellow cigarette case that had fallen at his feet and the disposable lighter printed with an advertisement for a certain restaurant, and lit a cigarette with great speed.

He rested his hands on his thighs, hunched over, his eyes narrowed, and he gulped down his cigarette and let out a deep sigh of bitterness.

He was really reluctant to end today's dispute in such a situation, the woman with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth that angered him so much that she still had the upper hand!

Her awe-inspiring appearance was so sacred that it was hard to swallow the anger in her chest.

But what to do now, the child's endless crying has disturbed more and more people, and they have not directly intervened for the time being, and the situation is probably already clear.

He will undoubtedly become a new round of conversation when the neighbors buy groceries, pick up the children, and play mahjong.