Sure enough, the person who frightened Wang Zimao the most walked in.

Tang Hong, his stepmother.

As soon as he entered the house, he twisted Wang Zimao's ears, and he vented to his heart's content.

Bang bang bang.

slapped Wang Zimao's face, neck, and back of his head one by one.

Wang Zimao was silent.

Kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, he didn't dare to move.

He neither dared to hide nor to block.

It is purely useless to do so, and it will also provoke the anger of the woman.

Although he was motionless like a fool, it would have provoked her anger, but it ended much better than resisting.

A meal to vent.

Revile.

After the fight.

Tang Hong finished breathing.

Like Wang Xuemin, he screamed hideously and told him to clean up the house quickly.

Wang Zimao didn't dare to delay, he didn't dare to answer despite the pain, and hurriedly cleaned up the sundries on the ground.

Tang Hong was so angry that he stomped his feet outside heavily.

After she left, Wang Zimao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he did not shed tears.

Despite the old and new scars on his body, he was completely numb, and he was like the kind of person who only stared at the ground with his eyes, and was disgusted by all the teachers and students even at school.

He was stupid, like rotten wood, with no soul in his eyes, and lived like a walking corpse.

Do you think people like him will be cared for at school?

On the contrary, the people at school sometimes bullied him harder, especially the teachers.

For Wang Zimao, the cold and piercing eyes of the teachers were more terrifying than the physical torture between the students, and he had no hope for the world because no one could save him.

Even a few teachers suddenly showed special concern for him.

But in the end, after contacting him, they gave up this idea.

He knows how disgusting he is, a normal person would not like him, his appearance is not pleasant, his personality is even less pleasing, and no one in this world will love him.

He also hated his name.

The prince prince, not a prince at all, is simply worse than the mud in the stinky gutter.

At first, his life was not so miserable.

When his father didn't have a second marriage, although he often beat him, he would occasionally be compassionate and chat with him.

It was one of the few cares he received, often false, but the only light that sustained his faith.

How he hoped that his father would get better one day, just like other people's parents, as long as he didn't hit him and stayed on him a little longer.

He promised that he could do everything well.

Doing laundry, cooking, housework, studying, he can do it all perfectly.

But it often backfires.

Especially the appearance of that woman.

At first, she pretended to be very good.

I care about Wang Zimao very much.

He thought his good days were finally coming.

As a result, before the two got married, she exposed her true character.

Wang Zimao didn't know where he provoked her, making her so disgusted and disgusted with herself.

So much so that after they got married, Wang Zimao's life had fallen into the abyss of despair, he couldn't see a little light, and his father's only bit of warmth for him was also taken away by her.

Wang Zimao cried many times, but to no avail.

He has been completely reduced to a vent tool for his father and stepmother, and in this family, he is just a drag bottle that is worse than a dog.

But if Wang Zimao grows up a little and his knowledge is a little broader, he will definitely know that his path is not only forbearance and please.

It's a pity he didn't.

His brain had been beaten dumb, there was an invisible cage that had shackled him tightly, and he was mired in despair, unable to imagine that there were many paths in the vast world.

At this moment, Wang Zimao was dragging his heavy and painful body, struggling to carry out the sundries in the house.

Very hungry and very weak.

Like a tattered old rag, it was already so painful, but it still caused Tang Hong's dissatisfaction.

It seemed that seeing his face would make him unappetizing, and for no reason, Tang Hong directly kicked him to the ground.

"Hurry up, when will you be able to clean it up slowly?!"

Tang Hong cursed loudly, completely ignoring the painful expression on Wang Zimao's face as he fell to the ground.

"Don't pretend to me, get up!"

Tang Hong angrily went up and kicked again.

made the already painful Wang Zimao even worse, a pair of hands was supposed to stand up, but this time he fell, but he couldn't move for a long time.

His body was so heavy that it didn't seem to be his own.

Wang Zimao hated to kill her at the moment.

Kill everyone in the world, all!

His eyes kicked the ground in hatred.

Tang Hong suddenly saw that in the field in the distance, Wang Xuemin suddenly had a conversation with a beautiful young woman.

She was so angry that she couldn't care about Wang Zimao, so she quickly killed him angrily.

After she left, Wang Zimao finally couldn't hold it anymore and crawled in the crook of his arm and cried for a while.

I haven't cried in a long time.

But this time he really couldn't help it, it hurt too much, and there was no place on his body that didn't hurt.

He doesn't know if it's a child whose parents are divorced to endure such pain?

If his own mother is still there, will she protect him and love him more?

It's uncomfortable.

He felt like he was going to die.

It's okay to be dead.

The lives of the province are beaten every day in the world.

But when such a thought flashed through his mind, he began to worry again that if he died, would his father be sad?

Will you find out Tang Hong's hateful face and then avenge him?

Definitely not.

He already knew.

Wang Zimao laughed mockingly, he felt that Tang Hong didn't come back so soon, so he decided to lie on the ground for a while.

It's also good to take a break.

A pair of eyes stared vacantly into the distance.

Perhaps he prayed that someone would appear at this time to save him.

But until he lay there for a long time, so long that he was afraid of being discovered by Tang Hong, who had gone and returned, and had to quickly get up and continue to work, no one stood up.

Forget it, you still have to rely on yourself.

……

Zhou Ping is working hard.

Sweating like rain, it's so hot that it makes people doubt life.

He and Lao Li had to put down their hoes and go to the yard to rest.

Although there is a big fan lent to them by the grandmother next door in the courtyard, the wind is hot after all, and there is no cooling at all.

Lao Li sighed: "I really don't know how those who do manual work live, even if it is the night shift, they are so hot that they panic." ”

He is now very glad that he almost had an accident at the construction site, so he was so scared that he quit and later opened a post station.

It's not that much, but it's easy.

It's fun to blow a small air conditioner every day, and then think about the days of hard work in the past, it's really hard.

Zhou Ping wiped his hot sweat and said: "Life is forced, there is no way." ”

"Ugh." Lao Li sighed faintly.