This year, Shen Yandong was only eight years old.

On a scorching summer day, the clamor of knowledge stabbed the cochlea.

The dappled shadows of the trees scattered on his body in bits and pieces, and the gentle breeze crossed the mountains, blew through the grape trellises, and brushed his face and went into the distance.

He lay quietly on the ground, the grass under him made his back itch, and even with the school uniform jacket under him, he still felt incomprehensible.

He skipped class again today.

The class teacher taught the class was really boring, and the disgusting shouting of his name was disgusting.

Since he was born, the people around him have always been trying to please him, and no matter what he wants, someone will send it to him.

However, there are also people who are ignoring it.

That person was also the only one, his father - Shen Fusheng.

His mother, Liu Yan, told him that his father was just too busy to pay attention to him.

But no matter how busy he was, his son wouldn't stand in front of him and say hello, he shouldn't have seen it.

He knew that his father hated him.

After knowing that his father hated him, he never greeted him again, even though his mother always tried to persuade him, but he still didn't want to.

No one is so stupid as to say hello to someone who will never respond to them.

He closed his eyes, and the gentle breeze on his cheeks was comfortable, making him drowsy.

Just as he was about to fall asleep, the rustling footsteps on the grass sounded, and a childish child's voice also sounded.

"Huh, are you asleep here? Beware of ants crawling all over your body.

(Markor Literature-)

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