"Dad, someone hit me!" The little boy's face was blue and purple, and his immature little face was full of grievances. He was wearing a somewhat shabby and obviously not the right size shirt, and the cloth shoes under his feet had a hole in it, and restless toes were peeking out of the hole.

The man's face was flushed, and his squinted eyes were sloppy, as if he hadn't noticed that the child in front of him was his son. He craned his neck and burped, the smell of alcohol spitting on the boy's face like a puff of mist, choking him to tilt his head.

The walls on all sides were empty, and the mottled skin was like the wrinkles on the old man's face, and cracks extended from the roof. Suddenly, there was a loud bang outside, and then the whole room began to shake violently, and the sand and dirt fell from the roof.

"Daddy! Someone hit me! You don't care! The man in front of the boy didn't seem to be going to pay attention to himself, and raised his voice and said it again, with anger in his eyes. He took one step and just stood in the way of the man's exit, looking at him angrily.

The drunken man suddenly slapped him in the face, and the strength of an adult was so great for a child that the boy's body suddenly tilted to the side and fell to the ground. He was visibly stunned, and then began to cry loudly.

"Useless stuff! People beat you and you can't fight back? You're just like that, it's not a good thing! A hint of disgust flashed in the man's hazy eyes, and he didn't even glance at his son, who had fallen to the ground, and raised the bottle in his hand to take a few more sips, but found it empty.

The bottle was casually tossed aside, and he walked out swearing, faintly hearing a word coming from outside.

"How can I have such a thing as you."

I don't know how long it took, the boy's crying voice gradually lowered, but he never got up from the ground, and his eyes full of grievances flashed with an inexplicable emotion, unwillingness, resentment, and confusion. He looked at the only decoration on the wall, a wedding photo with some paint off the frame, and a woman smiling softly at him.

"Mother, why don't you take me with you, why doesn't anyone love me!"

It was originally a gentle girl, and once she met the boy's father in a town market, perhaps in response to the old saying, men are not bad, women are not loved, and good women are afraid of being entangled. The man who had nothing to do all day long actually married her in the door not long after.

Even if many people persuaded her and stopped her, no one thought that the girl who was usually as gentle as water would become so stubborn. She borrowed some money from somewhere, bought two quilts and lived in the man's house, and then used the remaining money to drag him to the photo studio in the city to take wedding photos. Everything is so unreal, like a love story written in a book.

It's a pity that the final ending is not as good as it is written in the book. The distance between the two may have covered up the shortcomings of too many men, but since she lived in this family, everything has become a little different from the life she imagined.

Because the man has no serious business, she gets up early every day and works for others in the dark, and then I don't know when the man drinks with a group of people all day long, plays cards, and asks her for money, again and again, even if she cries that she is pregnant, this is saved for the child to read, and it is useless.

Seeing that she didn't give it, the man was furious and began to scold her for being shameless, sticking upside down, and even beating her. He shoved the woman's head into the water tank, picked up the brass scoop on the stove and smashed her head, slapping her white face one after another.

Later, the boy was born, and when he was just four years old, the woman ran away with a man from another village who often came to sell goods. Before leaving, he left a letter with some money stuffed into it, which was for the boy to study when he grew up. But the angry man tore up the letter and spent all the money, and he was already a heavy drinker, and he hid at home all day drinking inferior loose wine from the village commissary, and he couldn't even remember that he had a son.

When I saw him occasionally, I also looked disgusted, as if I saw that woman betraying him and being pressed under others. His mother was restless, ran away with people, and threw a burden to me, which is not a good thing, and causes trouble all day long.

That's all a man thinks about his son.

As the days passed, the boy grew up day by day, and he went to his father again and again to complain, and all he got was verbal abuse. Gradually, he began to hate, hated those who bullied him, hated his father who didn't care about him at all, and even hated the mother who left him alone. It's like a volcano that is getting more and more depressed, and finally one day it can't be suppressed anymore.

It was a sunny spring, and he was walking on the way back as usual, when several children who were slightly older than him surrounded him, laughing and asking where his mother was, and some people said that they had heard that he had run away with someone. The boy's hands clenched quietly, and he kept his head down.

Several people began to push him again, and the boy's thin body kept backing down, accidentally stepping on a fist-sized rock, and his body shook and almost tripped. He suddenly lowered his body and picked up the stone from his feet, and threw himself on the man in front of him.

Before the people who surrounded him could react, they saw that the boy who had always allowed them to bully him suddenly fell down, and they wanted to step forward and pull away and give him a few more long memories. But he saw the stone in the boy's hand raised high, and then smashed it the face of the person who was thrown down.

"Ahh Pull him away! Pull him away! Help, help! A red flower bloomed on the face of the man below, and the blood flowing from his forehead and nose blurred his vision, and he only felt that something hard kept smashing on his face, and the severe pain made him unable to control his emotions anymore, and after screaming a few times, he began to cry and beg for mercy.

The few friends next to him were also frightened by the boy's fierce appearance, and it was not until the boy stopped throwing away the stone in his hand and spat at the person who was already crying that they hurriedly helped the man on the ground up. After all, it's just a child of a few years old, the strength in his hands is limited, and the child who has been beaten on the ground for a long time seems to be covered with blood, but in the end it is just a bandage on his forehead.

But from that day on, no one dared to provoke this crazy boy anymore. They watched in horror as he walked past them, and there was even a hint of flattery on their faces, for fear that he would suddenly go mad and give himself a few blows.

And the child who was beaten on the ground before, aggrievedly returned home to complain, and when he ran with his mother to find the boy's father to apologize, he only saw a drunk lying on the kang and fell asleep, so he had to give up.

And the boy, who was still a little afraid that his parents came to the door, found that he had not been punished in the slightest after being frightened for a few days, and his hanging heart gradually relaxed, and even a trace of pride appeared on his little face.

He learned the most profound truths later in life.

It turns out that violence is the most direct way to solve the problem.