"Smack! Syllable! Smack!"

This crisp voice is really familiar to Si Nangui.

With the hysterical cry, the deep fear in Si Nangui's heart was finally awakened.

His body trembled uncontrollably.

Not even the courage to open your eyes.

He involuntarily curled up, as if nothing existed as long as he didn't open his eyes.

Like a frightened ostrich, wishful thinking buries its head in the sand.

The sound of the belt whipping on his body still sounds so clear.

The sound of his father's swearing, savage and vicious.

"***, you goddamn ***! What about the money! Where?"

"Woooooooo......oo I have no money......" This was the mother's voice, accompanied by the sound of the belt falling on the body, and the mother's screams were heard, "Ah! I really don't have any money...... Woo, no money! Don't go!"

"Get out of the way!" Then he heard a bang, Si Nangui knew that it was his mother who was kicked to the ground, and suddenly, his father seemed to suddenly think of something, and his voice became excited, "That's right! Bracelet! Where's the bracelet your mom gave you? Where is it? Take it out!"

Sinan returned to me.

When I was a child, my mother always wore a jade bracelet on her wrist.

I heard my mother say that it was given to her by her grandmother when she got married, it was ancestral, very beautiful, and her mother was also very precious, and the words that often came to her lips were: "Anan, when you marry your daughter-in-law in the future, this table will be given to your daughter-in-law, okay?"

Every time he did housework, his mother would take off the bracelet, carefully wrap it in cloth, put it in a small blue box, and put it back on when she was done.

But later......

When did it start that my mother stopped wearing it?

He remembered.

It was my father who did a little business, and then he was targeted by some people.

They took their father in and out of the casino, and when their mother found out, she persuaded her, always saying that gambling is a bottomless pit, a man-eating tiger, and as long as you go in, you will be bitten off half of your body.

At first, my father swore that he wouldn't, he just made some friends and expanded the scale of his business, and he had self-control and knew that this thing was unreliable, so he was always making a small fuss.

In the next short period of time, my father was very happy when he came home every day, full of red face, full of spirit, and very generous to his mother and him, every time he came back from outside, he would not only buy jewelry for his mother, but also buy himself some toys that his classmates would envy.

He would never bring those toys to school, because those people led by Ran Ziming would always snatch them directly with domineering means.

Later, when my father came home, his face became worse and worse, and he no longer prepared gifts for them, and his mother would chatter, and at first my father was silent, but just shouted, "Today's luck is not good, tomorrow, I will get it back tomorrow!" If you lose, you don't want to make a profit, do you have gold bars at home?"

Later, when my mother chattered, my father would slap my mother in the face.

"Tell me! Let you speak! Damn, I'm lucky to be out of the way!"

After a while, there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

Even if he closed his eyes, Si Nangui knew what was going on in this room.

"Damn, where's that? Where the hell did you put it? Take it out for Lao Tzu!"

"***, you're a ***! If you hadn't cried and mourned every day, how could you have stopped Lao Tzu's fortune!"

"My mom was right, you're a broom star!"

Finally, after some tossing, my father found the box pressed at the bottom of the box.

The mother rushed over and tried to stop her, but was kicked in the heart by the father.

With a scream, there was another crackling sound, okay

It's like something has been knocked over.

Si Nangui's body kept trembling.

He closed his eyes tightly, not wanting to be swept up in it.

Now he still has a faint pain in his body. xь.

Finally, when my father found the bracelet, he slammed the door and went out, and my mother followed her, still begging and begging.

Si Nangui really wanted to catch up and tell his mother that it was all in vain.

But in the end, he didn't.

Waiting until the surroundings were quiet again, Si Nangui slowly opened his eyes.

He stood up and pulled back the curtain between the two beds.

In the past, the conditions of their family were still good, and they lived in a small building, but now, the house has been taken away, and the family of three has moved into this small house of less than 30 square meters.

He was thirteen years old, but he still had to live in the same room as his parents, separated by a curtain.

He stood up, put on his slippers, and walked to the mirror.

In the mirror, his eyes were still a little bruised, and the corners of his mouth were oozing with blood, and he felt a chill when he thought of everything that happened in school today.

The wound on his face was caused by Ran Ziming and them.

The wounds on his body were pulled out by his father with a belt.

He just told his father that he would have to pay fifty dollars at school tomorrow, and in exchange for a flurry of punches and kicks, which was not enough, his father also pulled out the belt and slapped him on the back, and the metal buckle on the belt smashed on his back like a broken bone.

And that's not even the scariest of all.

The fifty yuan was not what the school wanted, but what Ran Ziming wanted.

They said that if they couldn't bring fifty dollars with them tomorrow, they would put their heads in the toilet pit.

Si Nangui knew that they really dared to do this.

Touching the wound on his face, he bared his teeth and grinned.

Just then, he heard footsteps.

He quickly hid in bed, with his back to the door, and in a short time he heard the sound of the door opening and dull footsteps.

With bursts of sobbing, Si Nangui's fists were clenched together, and his heart hurt as much as a knife.

After a while, the sobbing slowly stopped.

Only then did Si Nangui whisper, "Mom, I don't want to go to school anymore."

Hearing this, the mother was stunned for a moment, and then the footsteps got closer and closer.

A warm hand, slowly resting on his back.

Even through his clothes, Si Nangui could feel the temperature from his palm.

"Anan, why don't you want to go to school? Did someone at school bully you?"

"No, no!" Si Nangui's emotions were suddenly a little excited, as if someone had torn off the fig leaf, he was a little irritable, sat up suddenly, and said, "I just don't want to go to school anymore! Can't you?"

The mother looked at him with red eyes, and the good-natured woman was not angry even when she heard that her child did not want to go to school, but gently rubbed his arm.

"If you want to go to school, Anan, if you want to go to school, if you don't go to school, you won't be able to get out of here."

Si Nangui became more and more angry in his heart, pushed the woman in front of him away, and rushed out of the door.

The moment he walked out of the house, he heard a voice coming from behind him.

"Anan, you're the only one who wants to go to school......

Si Nangui walked in the dark and damp corridor, his breathing became short, and his hand pressed on his chest.

The pain became more and more intense.

But it was a feeling he had never experienced before.

Walking out of the corridor and into the bustling street, he listens to the laughter around him, but finds himself out of place in this world.

He saw a little boy walking out of a small supermarket with his father in one hand and his mother in the other.

He looked at them, and kept looking, listening to the boy's coquettish voice, until they were completely out of sight.

Raise your head and look at the black

Dark sky.

Only the dim street lamps emitted a warm glow.

The world is good, it's just that I'm not happy enough.

Stumbling down the street, aimlessly, just walking, as if as long as you are far away from home, you can relax yourself.

Before he knew it, he walked into an alley where many electric bikes were parked.

It's an internet café.

Although he is only thirteen years old now, he has many adult ID numbers in his mind, and now in these years, Internet cafes are not strictly controlled, as long as he can report his ID number, he can open a temporary card.

Si Nangui likes to come here, as long as he puts on his headphones and turns on the computer, whether he is watching anime or playing games, he can experience another kind of life.

That blood-boiling, sparkling life!

When the curtain was lifted, the smell of smoke made him a little dizzy, but he quickly got used to it, went to the bar, took two steel hammers from his pocket, and opened a temporary card.

Sitting in the corner, putting on the headset, turning on the game, and just after a few plays, a hand slapped heavily on his shoulder.

Si Nangui's body shook, and as soon as he turned his face, a puff of cigarette spit out on his face.

He saw a familiar face, one with a mocking smile on it.

"Yo, dead fat man, why don't you come home so late to surf the Internet?"

Si Nangui was just about to speak, when the other party's hand slapped the back of his head again, and the headphones also fell off.

The face that had been smiling a moment ago suddenly turned hideous, one hand grabbing his hair, and the other hand slapping his face.

"Didn't you even say you had no money? Well? Don't have the money to go online?"

Si Nangui looked at the other party's eyes full of fear.

"I ......"

"Get up!" Ran Ziming grabbed him by the hair, picked him up from the chair, kicked him again, and then sat down in his place, "Go buy me a bottle of Coke, and get two point cards by the way."

Si Nangui stood beside him at a loss, his face pale: "I...... I really don't have any money."

Ran Ziming cast a murderous gaze at him.

"You're not honest, are you?"

Si Nangui was in a hurry and pulled out his pockets.

"I'm just the last two dollars, I turned on the machine, and now I really don't have any money......

Ran Ziming stared at him for a while, then looked at the pocket of his clothes that he turned over, and smiled angrily.

"Get out, remember to bring money tomorrow, damn, poor, if I were you, it would be better to die."

Si Nangui was not angry when he heard this, but left as if he had been pardoned and fled.

But in his ears, Ran Ziming's words still echoed.

"If I were you, I might as well die!"

"If I were you, I might as well die!"

"If I were you......"

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