I was deeply in a dilemma, unable to make a choice, so I had to lower my head again and again, searching the ground with my eyes as hard as I could, hoping to quickly find a path that would allow me to get in and escape.
A crack in the ground, don't let me be beaten to death by my father who has already lost his mind and his eyes are red with anger.
"Young Master Wu, I'm asking you, can that slap be loud enough?
I'm still waiting for your reply."
An aunt who didn't know where she was in the ranking spoke in a high-pitched voice.
He spoke while using She covered her mouth with her sleeves and looked at the excitement with a big smile.
Looking at her posture, at this moment, I was afraid that she wanted to move her stool in front of me, so that she could enjoy the beauty of my face.
Look at the embarrassment for real, if it happens again Holding a plate of melon seeds and cracking them leisurely, then her life would probably be considered truly complete.
"Whether it can be louder or not, you have to tell me," the sisters and aunts all said in a very unreasonable manner. \ After those people tried to persuade me that it didn’t matter, my father His whole face was so dark that it was almost covered with thick ink.
He opened his eyes angrily, swung the daggers at me, and with a sharp voice, he asked me questions.
Said: "Whether it makes a sound or not, tell me" My father's extremely domineering aura shocked me so much that I couldn't help but feel like leaves blowing in the autumn wind, rustling and trembling with joy.
Like a child who had done something wrong, I lowered my head deeply, fiddled with my sleeves with my fingers, and couldn't stop swaying from side to side.
"Say."
My father yelled at me again, so intimidatingly that I was so frightened that my feet went weak, and I almost had no bones.
I fell to the ground and fell into a ball of mud.
"Uh uh uh uh uh, father, I, child, I."
For a moment, I didn't know how to speak or what to say, so that I could escape my father's firm meal.
Beaten.
"Wu'er is hungry and has been hungry for five full days.
Looking at her stunned look, I'm afraid that by now, she is completely starved and can't even turn her head.
No matter how hard I try to ask, I'm afraid I won't be able to find out.
Why don't we wait until she has eaten and drank enough before interrogating her properly?"
The mother's face was calm, like an outsider, and she kept pulling on her fingers that were covered with red cardamom, and said lightly Talking.
My mother's words were like the rain that came after a long drought, saving me from danger in time.
After seeing this step, I immediately nodded my head like a chicken pecking at rice, and kept echoing.
He took the opportunity to use the topic for a moment: "Yes, yes, at this moment, the child is completely starved and can't even turn his head."
I said seriously while scratching my scalp with my fingers, assuming a stupid and dumb posture, "After I woke up just now, if Xiao Dezi hadn't kept mumbling next to the child, the child would have almost died.
He completely forgot his own name and everyone else."
"You" my father raised his palm in the air, which scared me so much that I immediately crossed my arms in front of me, covering my entire face.
"Even if Wu'er is beaten to death, I'm afraid she is still a fool.
Why bother to interrogate her while she is unconscious?"
The mother snorted coldly, her tone full of hatred for her father that was so strong that she couldn't suppress it at all. ridicule.
After hearing this, my father's face became even more stinky, to the point where it was so stinky that it was beyond the scope of sight.
The corners of his mouth were twitching like a convulsion, on the verge of madness, but there was nothing he could do.
He took two deep breaths, and then yelled at me angrily: "Why don't you get back on the stool?"
"Yes, yes, yes" I responded hurriedly, stroking my butt that was almost like tofu just now and was smashed to pieces, while trying hard to step back with my short legs and running back with windy steps. on his own stool.
Just at this time, the butler, Uncle Zhang, came with a group of maids, carrying all kinds of plates.
Finally, the meal was served.
This made me so excited that I almost burst into tears.
The air is full of the scent of meat.
This is the real fireworks in the world.
From that smell, I can also taste the happiness in this world.
After the food was set, I carefully raised my head and looked at my father blankly.
I looked at him repeatedly according to the expression on his face.
After a long respectful exchange with my grandfather, my father glared at me angrily and said to me fiercely: "What are you looking at?
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You don't even understand the rules of using chopsticks?"
I looked aggrieved, said a long "oh", and then raised my chopsticks to pick up the braised pork in the bowl.
Although I longed for it from the bottom of my heart, I couldn't hold it back at this moment.
It's already crispy, and the whole body is soft.
He was lying on the ground, trying his best to support himself to prevent himself from collapsing into a pile of mud.
He couldn't use any strength in his hands, so he could only hold the chopsticks and poke at the braised pork.
Poking a little bit, swallowing saliva wildly.
My father gave me a look of disdain with his big white eyes that could pierce the sky.
He placed a whole plate of vegetables in front of me and said coldly to me: "Since you are so sleepy, It’s better to eat something light for a long time.
This will If you eat a lot of fish and meat, you will not be able to digest it.
If you think about food and clothing again, I don’t know which man will have your evil thoughts again.
You, just hang yourself in front of the Zhou Mansion together."
I glanced at my father helplessly, convinced that I was definitely not his biological child.
Otherwise, he would never have been so heartless and so heartless that he had no trace of humanity at all, and he would have been so cruel and cruel.
Treat me politely The wise and wise Buddha said, "To say too much is wrong, to say too much is calamity."
At this moment, I am afraid that no matter what I say, it will be just a capital "wrong" to my father, and it will also add to his understanding of the truth.
My anger, in this case, I might as well pretend to be mute and continue to remain silent.
In order to please my father in silence, I put the plate of green vegetables to my mouth in front of my father, and then took the chopsticks and kept plucking it into my mouth, almost crazy.
He was pulling on the ground, and he was very happy, and he was smiling at his father in a very flattering manner, even though he only got a bad look from his father.
After I stuffed the entire mouth firmly, I remembered to chew the clinker.
This chewing was not important.
The green leaves were really tough.
No matter how hard I held my chin, I chewed them.
I bit it, but I couldn't bite it at all.
Every tooth in my mouth couldn't help but ache for a while, and tears were still rolling in my eyes.
I covered my mouth with my sleeves and was just about to secretly spit the vegetables on the ground.
At this time, my father suddenly glared at me fiercely and spoke to me in a low voice: "Who knows that every grain of rice on the plate has been hard work today?"
, if you dare to waste even a little bit of food, later, the new account will be included with the old account, and I, as my father, will settle the whole account with you."
Every word is pronounced, every word is sonorous, and it sounds solemn.
After listening to my father's extremely cruel warning, I couldn't hold myself back and almost choked to death on the green vegetables in my mouth.
At this moment, it wasn't a cough or a cough.
That mouthful of vegetables could only be like that.
It was stuck in my mouth without going up or down, and it made my whole face turn red.
I chewed it casually, and then regardless of whether it was whole or not, I straightened my neck and swallowed it directly, even though it made me choke quite badly, and my whole throat almost burst alive.
After swallowing that mouthful of food, I felt relieved.
The big stone in my heart fell steadily to the ground.
I breathed a long sigh of relief.
Then, I naturally and calmly raised my chopsticks and pressed the braised dishes again.
Meat, keep poking it here and there No matter how hard I tried, no matter how many tricks I tried, the braised pork just wasn't as good as I wanted.
I refused to be pinched away by my chopsticks.
I looked like I would rather die than surrender, so I couldn't help but be completely satisfied.
Annoyed, directly He stood up, like harpooning a fish, and stabbed the braised pork in the bowl fiercely, but every time he happened to pass by the piece of meat, and he even managed to skewer the meat inside.
The meat juices splashed everywhere and stained my sleeves firmly.
"If you don't want to eat, get out."
My father couldn't stand it anymore and yelled at me in a loud and rude voice.
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"Uh uh uh uh uh, eat, eat, of course eat."
I reluctantly took back my chopsticks and smiled coquettishly at my father.
I immediately threw down my chopsticks and was just about to bring the bowl of sea food directly in front of me.
Then, as if I were just eating vegetables, I vigorously pushed it into my mouth and ate it to my heart's content.
As soon as my two hands grabbed the edge of the sea bowl, my father came out with a cold face to spoil the fun.
He opened his mouth and said "what a shame" and said "what's the right thing to do" when he said it, and shook it at me.
His face was really ugly.
It's awesome, it's like I poked the graves of eight generations of his ancestors in my previous life.
So I had no choice but to give up, with an aggrieved and pitiful look on my face, and glanced at the food on the table.
While my father was chewing the shrimp slowly in his mouth, I unexpectedly grabbed it with my left hand.
A big sauce-flavored elbow, I grabbed one with my right hand Then he happily sat back on his stool, completely abandoning any sense of propriety or improper manners, as well as the extremely contemptuous looks of his sisters and aunts, and chewed one bite after another, eating.
I was so happy to relish it, my hands and mouth were full of oil.
When my father saw my posture, he was so angry that he almost knocked his chin to the ground.
After a long time, he recovered slightly, and he cursed me angrily, and said that I was reincarnated as a starving ghost.
He also asked me if I was rushing to be reincarnated because I was eating in such a hurry.
He also said that it seemed that he had to teach me the rules.
He also said that if he didn't hit me for three days, he would uncover the tiles like this.
Under my father's anger, I was like a wounded little animal, curling up with my body in grievance.
While looking at the expression on my father's face, I carefully nibbled on the sauce-flavored elbow in my hand.
My father was still unwilling to let me go.
He kept pulling out all the unpleasant words and threw them at me without hesitation.
At this time, my mother, who had always been silent, couldn't help but She started to speak, "No words when eating, no words when sleeping."
At the end, she did not forget to add solemnly, "This is the rule of the Zhou family."
For a moment, everyone present was silent.
My father used his sharp eye knife to gouge me hard twice.
Then he had no choice but to remain silent, venting all his anger on how innocent he was.
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