She can't let the Qingshan couple keep Haihong in the dark and cause trouble.

Lin Haihong looked sideways and secretly glanced at Yu Feiwan.

Immediately after, he followed the old lady to the West Hall.

"Stop biting the tip of the pencil."

Yu Feiwan patted Yu Ping's little head.

Yu Ping blinked her eyes wide and muttered in a low voice, "There is a secret." ”

However, the secret excluded her.

You can guess with your toes, and you must know if it's not too late.

Alas, she eats dry every day at home with a big head.

Yu Feiwan raised her eyebrows and answered, "Grandma called my cousin alone, it must be about my cousin, and she didn't want us to know." ”

"Everyone should have their own space."

"Therefore, it is not allowed to open your mouth, you are not allowed to ask, and you are not allowed to sprinkle a lot of salt on your wounds."

"I didn't want to ask." Yu Ping snorted lightly and stretched.

She's just curious!

Yu Feiwan bent his eyebrows, turned his head, and said loudly to Yu Peng, who was happily picking up the paper bag and turning it over, "Is it lined up?" ”

Yu Peng: He thought the torture was over.

"Row ......"

"It's lined up."

Yu Peng said in horror.

……

Nishidoya.

The old lady opened the curtains, and the dimly lit room suddenly became bright.

As soon as the room is lit up, it seems that there will be a glimmer of hope in my heart.

"Haihong."

The old lady patted the back of Lin Haihong's hand, and her tone was a little hesitant.

Haihong's face is thin.

It seems that he was born to be a decent person.

The old lady took a deep breath and hesitated.

"Grandma." Lin Haihong's crisp opening.

"Grandma is trying to talk about my injuries?"

Lin Haihong's back was straight, and he pretended to tear open the secret with his own hands easily.

Being beaten, I'm really used to it.

When he was young, he would also cry at the top of his throat, and then in exchange for more severe beatings.

When he was older, his mother insisted that he should not speak out and not let outsiders hear.

Mom said, shame on you.

By now, his body seemed to have adapted to being beaten.

Even, after the beating, he was still having fun, and he didn't hurt before.

Is it for him, okay?

It should be for him, okay?

There was a shallow smile on the corner of Lin Haihong's mouth, revealing a blankness and bitterness that he couldn't see.

The old lady was startled, and her fingers trembled slightly, "You know?" ”

"Guessed."

"Grandma, just say whatever you want."

Lin Haihong squeezed out a bright and sunny smile at the old lady.

It complements this bright room.

At this moment, the old lady's resentment towards her eldest son and daughter-in-law reached its peak.

So smart, so sensible, what's not to be satisfied with?

The brains of those two people are not as good as one of Haihong's toes.

The old lady looked pity, "When I went to bed last night, my grandmother saw the wounds on your body." ”

"I had mixed feelings, a fire burned in my heart, and I didn't sleep all night."

"When the sky was white, grandma went to the health center to settle accounts with your parents."

"After some argument, your mother finally admitted that it was her hand."

"But, your parents don't think it's wrong."

Well, not a dispute.

In fact, it was she who unilaterally crushed.

"Grandma wants to tell you that those words who endure more hardships now and can live a good life in the future are basically fools, just listen to them."

"If you are accustomed to suffering, you will have endless suffering."

"Also, it is true that it is natural for parents to discipline their children, but the essence of discipline is completely different from violence that has been unprovoked for many years."

"Who said that grandma's Haihong is a good boy because he has been beaten a lot."

"You are sensible, polite, shameful, and studious, grandma's Haihong doesn't need the violence that is carried out in the name of your good."

"Haihong, don't be afraid."

"Grandma is still there, with the toughness of grandma's body, she can always protect you to grow up."

"You are their only child, and they must love you."

"But just because I love you doesn't mean they do everything right."

"You stupid boy, you've been beaten and beaten for so many years, and you don't know how to tell your grandmother."

"Who is grandma, grandma is the Dinghai God Needle in this family, grandma wants to protect you, can't you still protect it?"

The more she talked, the more scrappy the old lady became.

Glancing at the coffin covered with a red cloth on the wall, the old lady had no worries.

Lin Haihong's body kept trembling, and with the old lady's words of relief, those deeply hidden memories were awakened little by little.

For hundreds of days and nights, he was beaten almost constantly.

Except, the days when he got full marks.

Except, the day he went home with the certificate.

Mom also seems to care about his face and never slaps his face.

His face is always white and pure, just like him in the eyes of others.

But under his clean and well-fitting clothes, there were scars all over his body that he was afraid of.

Sometimes he wonders, can all these scars be washed away?

If it is cleaned, does it mean that he has never been beaten day after day?

"Grandma."

Lin Haihong's voice was a little choked, he lowered his head in a panic, and tears fell big drops.

How can you not be afraid.

"Grandma, if I wasn't the genius everyone says......"

"You, will you be disappointed?"

Lin Haihong didn't dare to raise his head, but he still stubbornly asked this question.

Mom always said that his biggest role was to make her and her father shine and get ahead.

Mom said that he continued to be a child who was envied and praised by other people's families.

Mom said that only if he has always been number one, will she always love him.

"Raise your head!"

The old lady demanded aloud.

Lin Haihong subconsciously raised his head obediently.

By commanding words, he had lost any thought of resisting.

The old lady stretched out her hand to wipe away the tears on Lin Haihong's face, and said solemnly, "Excellence is the result of being loved, not the premise of being loved." ”

"Grandma doesn't know if you can understand."

"Those words and deeds that hurt in the name of love are not love."

"That's hurt!"

"Grandma's Haihong, as long as you try your best to do what you can do, what you should do well, is it important to be a genius?"

Lin Haihong stopped sobbing softly, and began to cry loudly.

"Grandma, I'm scared."

"I'm afraid that I won't be able to do it well, and even my parents will be gone."

"I jumped three levels, not because of how smart I was, or because I was a genius in other people's mouths, but because I could only sleep four or five hours a day."

"I don't dare to play, I don't dare to sleep, I don't dare to stop."

"Grandma, I'm not a genius boy."

Lin Haihong cried while telling the words that pressed in his heart.

He himself dared to admit his ordinariness, but his mother did not allow him to exist.

Just because, when he first entered school, the volunteer teacher from the big city was a smart learner, and her mother stubbornly believed that his value was to glorify his ancestors.

But clearly, it was just a word of encouragement.