Ma Daquan watched his son walk out of the shop door, turned another corner, and walked towards their home to the west. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info There were a few children squatting there on the street discussing something, giggling and laughing from time to time. When he saw Mark approaching them, the children suddenly attacked them, one of them deliberately slammed into Mark, and the other immediately became furious, shouting in a childish voice, "You don't have long eyes when you walk." Mark immediately took a step back to the side, lowered his head, and seemed to say something, without hearing or seeing, Ma Daquan knew that what his son said must be sorry. Mark was cowardly and soft-hearted, and sometimes he didn't know how to educate him, and after his mother went mad, he was decadent for several years, and barely cared about the poor child. Now I look at him but I feel strange, I don't look like my own child. It seems like he's grown so big overnight.

At this time, the child who deliberately bumped into it pushed Mark, who was thin and weak, and hit the gym equipment next to him with a push. He frowned slightly, but didn't say a word. "You're going to find your crazy mom?" the boy yelling at him asked him in a shrill voice. Mark looked at him and didn't speak. The boy looked at him silently, as if he felt that his authority was being challenged, and he glanced at the two boys beside him, who immediately rushed up and grabbed one of Mark's arms in an attempt to take him away. When Ma Daquan saw this, his heart was already angry, and Mark didn't resist from beginning to end, nor did he run away. What the hell did he teach his children to be? Ma Daquan turned around and hurriedly grabbed a box of nails, then stepped out of the door, slammed the door, and locked it. By the time he turned around again, he couldn't see the kids, and he couldn't see Mark. But he knew they had taken him there. Yes, he knew, it was a few times he had seen it, oh, he didn't remember. He didn't stop him, Mark didn't tell him, and when he asked where the injuries on his body came from, he only said that he had accidentally fallen. But will he let those little rascals bully his son this time?

Ma Daquan walked briskly past the gym, he looked at the messy marks on the dirt on the ground, then turned to the left, walked to the side of the oil press shop, and then turned to the path that no one would go, because it was full of garbage thrown by the owner of the oil press shop, he never threw the garbage to the garbage dump in the forest, but let Du De collect it, he gave Du De 10 yuan every time, Du De was happy to do it.

When Ma Daquan just turned the corner, he saw one of the children pressing on Mark's body menacingly, Mark's face was facing the smelly garbage heap, his hands were pressed against his back in reverse, and the boy was grinning and saying, "Say, my mother is crazy, I'm a crazy mongrel." Mark never spoke, his eyes closed, his brow furrowed, and his teeth grinned. No matter how the boy riding on his back pressed his arm.

"What are you little rabbits doing?" Ma Daquan looked at his son and rushed over with a roar. The children who were watching the excitement on the side ran away at the sight of him, but the boy who was riding on Mark did not run away. Martha was tall and big, with tendons and flesh, and lifted the child up with one hand.

Mark up. He yelled at his son, who was lying on the ground, and he was very angry, not knowing whether he was angry with his son who was unproductive and slaughtered, or angry at the little rascal who beat his son, or angry at himself. But what happened next gave him the answer.

He grabbed the child's collar with one hand as if he were carrying a rabbit, and the child's face was red because of the sudden tightening of the collar, and his feet kept moving, trying to break free from Ma Daquan's shackles. "Let go of me, you pig who keeps a madman in captivity, an accomplice in killing your own son. The kid shouted with a red face.

"Who taught you?" Ma Daquan threw him against the wall with a hard effort. Even if he was covered in tendons, it was impossible to carry a teenager all the time. "Say, who the taught you?" he blushed his neck, the bruises on his forehead bulging, and his other hand clenched into a fist at a distance of 1 centimeter from the child's nose. With an expression of wanting to swallow him, he roared loudly as if he was not afraid to attract other people. His expression was like saying, "If you don't say I'm going to kill you today." The child seemed to be frightened, and no longer had the arrogance he had before.

"Daddy—" Mark was also terrified by his father, who was terrified that his father would actually kill him. He had never seen such a father.

Ma Daquan ignored him, he looked directly at the child.

"Your dad is in town, isn't it, your mom? Boy, no one is coming to save you. Say, Who taught you?"

Ma Daquan felt a hot sensation on the leg of the child's thigh with his knees, and he was about to look down when Mark said in a trembling voice:

"Daddy, he's peeing his pants. ”

He was really frightened, "My dad, my dad." The boy yelled with his eyes closed.

Ma Daquan was stunned for a moment, he originally thought it was spread by some idle old woman on the street, but he didn't expect it to be the child's father, they drank together yesterday, he called him brother, saying that it was not easy for him to take care of the child alone, and he could open his mouth if he had something. He suddenly understood why Mark didn't fight back, why Mark didn't tell him, because the child's father was one of the few men in town who was willing to go to his house and have a little drink with him. Zhao Yishun, * is really human-faced and beast-hearted.

"Zhao Erwa," Ma Daquan shouted the child's name, "I warn you, if I see you bullying Mark again, it won't be like today's treatment, what is it to pee your pants, I will let you pee." Also, if you tell your father, I'll go to the police, your father sold black-hearted coal that poisoned people, and your father is a murderer. Tell you, you think you're wearing a clean aura? Boy, there's no family in this town, there's no story. You be honest with Lao Tzu. After he finished speaking, he let go of his hand, and at the same time removed the leg that was pressing him, "Get out of here!"

Zhao Erwa ran away with a roll.

Ma Daquan turned to look at Mark and sighed, "Go back and wash yourself up and do your homework." With that, he turned and left.

"Daddy—" Mark called out to him, and he stopped, not going any further, nor turning around.

"Really, what I'm saying is true, our family won't welcome his father in the future. After he finished speaking, he left, and as he left, he said, "Hurry up and go home and do your homework." ”

Mark watched his father walk farther and farther away, and he stood and watched for a long time before he remembered something, and then immediately turned and rummaged around the already foul-smelling garbage pile, and in a moment he found it, a ring that was a little blackened. (To be continued.) )