The next day I went to school, but Li Yaowen naturally didn't come. I don't know how long he took leave, I just know that he didn't come to school after school on Friday. I think he must be very sad, I don't know how strong he has to be to not think about it......

If it were me, I wouldn't have been able to do it...... Or it will collapse, or it will ...... I can't even imagine it myself......

On Sunday, when my dad and I were at home, one of my eldest brothers who taught in Zhuangzi suddenly came to play with my dad. Because he has been teaching at the No. 1 Middle School in the city, he rarely comes back. When he came, Dad was visibly pleased. immediately put down the work he was doing, and greeted him while taking out a cigarette.

I always knew that my father liked learned people, and when I was in elementary school, I often heard him talk about my big brother. Their family has been teaching for generations, and the family style is very strict. It is a typical talent under the stick, including him, his son, his daughter and his two nephews were all beaten by him.

"What are you doing on your busy day? Isn't all the land at home done for others? After Dad lit a cigarette for him, he said, "You are a key high school, you don't stay in school to make up for students, what are you doing when you come back?" ”

"Alas...... I'm old, I want to quit......" He took a puff of the cigarette my dad handed him, shook his head helplessly, and sighed. Then when he saw me, he greeted me with a loving smile, "Is this a little one?" Have the girls grown so big? I heard your dad say you're in junior high school? Is it possible to keep up with the lessons? ”

"Well, my eldest brother ......" I called him, although I didn't see him often, but I had been listening to him since I was a child. And I'm a little afraid of the teacher, so I always feel a little pressured to talk to him.

"Okay......" I replied. He nodded, and asked me again, "You have English in junior high school, but you couldn't get into it in elementary school before, this is a new subject, you have to memorize and memorize more......"

I nodded and agreed, and then I heard my dad say next to me, "This girl is smart, her foreign language score is okay, and she scored more than 90 points in the last exam......

I listened to my dad and suddenly felt bad. And what the eldest brother said next made me fall into hell...... "More than 90 points are not good, 120 points in junior high school English, at least 110 points or more......

I didn't dare to look up at my father's face, nor did I dare to listen to it anymore, but I felt that my whole head was buzzing, and my ears seemed to be deaf......

I...... I'm so scared......

"Let me ask you, what is your perfect score in English?" After my eldest brother left, my father asked me. My heart was cold, knowing that what should come will come, and lies can never be hidden. When he saw that I did not speak, he continued to question me. "Say! What is the perfect score? Is it one hundred or twenty points? Dare to come back and be proud of me after scoring 89 points, you almost failed, don't you know? ”

"Isn't that ...... Didn't you just fail to do well this time......" I said, bowing my head. Dad was even more furious when he heard me say this, and as soon as he opened his eyes, I was so frightened that tears fell from my eyes.

"Didn't you just fail the exam this time?" Dad repeated my words, and said to me with a look of hatred that iron is not steel, "You didn't do well in the test once, and you still want to do well in the future?" If your eldest brother hadn't come to our house to play, I would still be kept in the dark by you! What are you going to do if I pay you to go to school? Your dad is reluctant to eat and drink every day, tired like a dog all day long, and you still come back to lie to me with so many points! ”

"I just didn't do well in the exam this time...... I cried, "I will definitely do well next time, and I can't represent all ...... again"

"I'll Kill Your Bear's !!" Dad clenched his fists as he spoke, and slammed a fist into my head. I staggered a few steps back, dragging the board and nearly tripping me. Although my tears kept falling, I just bit my lip and didn't dare to cry.

"You don't read it tomorrow, bring me the table back!" Dad yelled at me, he didn't care if I was crying to death or crying, he came up and pressed my legs and feet. The more I cried, the harder he hit.

"What I told you to learn is not good, learn to lie! I took the money to let you go to school to learn to lie? Dad gasped and looked at me hatefully.