His father had plenty of self-esteem, but his business partners sometimes laughed at him for giving birth to such a cold-blooded monster.

So he was slowly infected by these words, and he really thought that he was an indifferent monster, and even sometimes had the idea of pushing himself into the river.

Because I'm a cold-blooded monster, maybe I'll want to kill my parents one day, but it's better to strangle them in the cradle now.

Since that test, Tian Yingyang has been treated very unfairly, his father has a big mouth, sometimes likes to drink, and often talks about some things at the banquet......

In this way, business partners, relatives and friends all know that the Tian family has given birth to a cold-blooded monster, and the mother washes her face with tears all the year round and looks at herself with resentment.

Because outsiders also have some gossip, saying that the mother gave birth to a monster, that she did it on purpose, that she did not teach her children well.

And so on, there are still some unbearable words, Tian Yingyang has already heard those words when he was a child.

Finally, one day, the timid child watched his mother cry and tried to hold his heart to comfort his mother, but the mother yelled hysterically at him: "You are a waste!! Cold-blooded monsters! If it weren't for your family, it wouldn't be like this!! ”

The mother broke out, and the outburst was caught off guard.

The child was a little stunned by the scolding, and stayed in place in a daze, not even knowing how to put his hand.

The mother's face was covered with tears, and she yelled at Tian Yingyang and scolded and beat her, but after the beating, she hugged the young child.

She cried: "Woo woo woo I am sorry for you, my mother beat you because I can't help it...... Woo woo woo do you know how people outside look at their mothers now? They call me a bitch, a piece of waste, a fool!! ”

"Mom can't help it, Mom is really too tired...... I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... Woo sorry ......"

Tian Yingyang also hugged his mother back at that time, and comforted him ignorantly, "Mom, don't cry, don't cry." ”

He thought about it, ran out with a puff, and ran back with a candy in his hand, and smiled at his mother and said, "Mom, the candy is for you, don't cry." ”

Young children firmly believe that if they give candy, they won't cry.

At that time, my mother laughed.

It's nice to laugh at.

And then...... Gossip and malice between relatives poured in on the child, Tian Yingyang's father loved face very much, and he married his mother only because the other party was good-looking and could fight for him face.

So every time my father returned home with a body of alcohol after socializing, he rushed directly into the room and pulled up the sleeping Tian Yingyang, and kept scolding in his mouth.

"You tmd little cub, I knew that you were born to collect debts from me, do you know what outsiders think of me? Always tmd laughs at Lao Tzu, you TMD is a money-loser, and those who don't have a good life are more useful than you. ”

"You're just fucking following your shitty mom, why did I fall in love with that shit? It's disgusting to be born with such a monster. ”

Tian Yingyang, who was only 10 years old at the time, didn't know what those words meant, but it didn't prevent him from understanding.

He sensed that his father didn't seem to like him.

It's okay, if you don't like it, don't like it.

Young children think it's good that their mother likes them.

At that time, the mother cried and stumbled down from the upstairs, crying and hugging her father's thigh, "Don't hit my child!" That's our flesh and blood......"

The father shook off his mother's hand, the belt in his hand shining brightly, and the former scolded angrily in a dialect: "What fart flesh and blood? I don't have such a son! I'm telling you, if you stop me again, I'll beat you up. ”

The mother didn't dare to come, because the person who was pumping the belt was so painful that she just flicked it lightly, and a red mark immediately appeared on her skin.

She saw it clearly.

Because his child's body is covered with slender red marks, and some places have been bruised and swollen, and he must have the same fate when he goes up.

So the mother cried silently on the side, letting go of the child's eyes and complaining, and there was a kind of complaint.

But the young child couldn't think of this, he didn't cry, just looked at his mother puzzled and said, "Mom, don't cry." ”

His tone was innocent, "I didn't cry, why did my mother cry?" ”

Mother's tone froze.

The father was tired after the beating, so he casually threw the belt aside and scolded the child again.

After scolding, my heart was also comfortable, and my father went to bed without even taking off his shoes and fell asleep snoring.

The child shrank for a moment, and there was a fiery burning sensation all over his body, and he hugged his mother, and said in an affectionate tone, "Mom! ”

But the mother shook off his hand fiercely, slapped the child again, and roared: "If it weren't for you!! If you weren't born so cold-blooded, how would I have ended up here?! ”

The mother showed him a deep red mark on the palm of his hand, and the child looked blankly, a little confused by what the mother was doing.

"If it weren't for you! How did a good home of ours come to be like this? Your dad is right!! You're a monster......"

The mother was whimpering and crying, her eyes were red, and she looked a little frightening.

The child was even more dazed, and he stretched out his bruised little hand, wanting to hold his mother's hand and blow it.

But the latter did not hesitate to avoid it.

The child stared blankly at his mother's departing back, and he stumbled out, hot all over, and every step of the movement touched the wounds on his body.

The little Tian Yingyang tried to apply the red potion to his body, but accidentally spilled the potion bottle, he clumsily cleaned up the mess, and went upstairs with the potion to find his mother happily.

I was also pumped, it hurt, and my mother was also pumped, so it should hurt too.

Tian Yingyang knocked on the door, and after some squirming movements came from inside, her mother opened the door with a haggard face.

She looked down at her son.

The child's body was covered with red potion, and even the bloodstained clothes were stained red with red potion, and dusty hands were sent to her.

He held a bottle of potion in his hand.

The child's eyes were bright, and he hoped that his mother would accept it.

He was met with a merciless slam of the door.

"Peng!"

The light in Tian Yingyang's eyes dimmed.

Why?

He blankly wiped the blood spots on his face with his hands, and suddenly found that the corner of his forehead had been knocked by the table, and blood was gurgling out.

Tian Yingyang didn't care, he just squatted at the door all night.

Following.