When we arrived at the bay, I stopped my thoughts and stood on the shore to look at it. The water was green and clear, like flowing emeralds. A few small fish were clearly visible swimming in the water. This is much better than the "pond" in the yard after the rain.

, I thought this way. Looking around, there was no one around, and I slowly walked into the pool. The water in the shallow water area was warm, and the soft mud squeezed into the cracks of my feet. It felt very comfortable.

Walking further inside, my feet were hidden from view by the deep green water. The water became cool, and waves of comfort spread from the soles of my feet through my legs. I was hesitant, should I lie down in the water? I bent over.

He bent down to test it out.

Suddenly, a thunderclap sounded in my ears, "Come up here!"

I was startled, and suddenly looked back, and saw my father standing at the entrance of the village, frowning, extending his index finger, pointing at me as if he were an sworn enemy. I felt guilty for a while, and started to shiver while standing in the water.

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"Why don't you come up quickly!" the father continued to roar.

I had no choice. I was not a fish. I could dive under the water and escape with a flick of my tail, so I had no choice but to turn around and walk ashore anxiously. My father had already come to my side.

"What do you want to do!" My father pointed at me and yelled, "Do you want to be drowned? You don't know how to swim, and no one is watching. If you slip down all of a sudden, your life will be ruined.

No!"

I stood there, unconvinced, feeling aggrieved and scared.

"Today, I have to make your memory long... It's not a big deal. I ran to the bay to take a bath alone..." After saying that, he swooped over, pressed me onto his thigh, and held me high.

He raised his right hand and hit me with two "slap" palms on my raised buttocks. Half of it was pain, half of it was fear, mixed with some helplessness, and I cried loudly.

The fact that I was able to cry proved that my heart was still warm at that time, and I had not yet reached the point where I was completely indifferent and stubborn to fight against the world.

I walked in front, grinning and sobbing, wiping my tears with the back of my right hand. My father followed closely behind, and I could imagine that expression, as if he had saved a living life.

Feeling complacent.

When I got home, my mother was awakened by my crying. She sat up and asked, "What happened! What happened?"

It would be most appropriate for me to cry non-stop, so as to gain sympathy and exaggerate the punishment I have received.

The father said loudly, "What's going on? You just know how to sleep. The child ran out by himself. You didn't know? He ran to the bay to take a bath by himself. You don't even know. What do you do for food? Even a child doesn't know."

I can’t stand it!”

My father yelled and cursed and told me the whole process. My mother rushed forward and hugged me, took off my shorts and checked, and sure enough, five clear bloody handprints appeared on my buttocks.

"You are too cruel, aren't you my own child? This is your way of fighting!" My mother felt sorry for me and began to fight back at my father, "You also said that you have been unable to see me day by day, and it's not easy for me to do so.

I went home before dark and beat my child like this..."

"If I don't beat him, will he remember it? Isn't it a good thing to sneak out and take a bath in the bay by myself? What if he drowns? Even if I beat him to death, it's better than drowning!"

"Then just beat him to death and you won't have to drown him again..."

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I quietly left and went outside, turned around and hid in the small east room used for summer cooking, and sat down on the firewood. There were only two of them left in the room, and the battlefield had nothing to do with me.

Maybe, when I come back, there will be another shabby tea bowl missing from that shabby dining table. When I was thinking this, I suddenly heard a "bang" sound, which came from the north room.

The sound of breaking on the hard mud. Well, I couldn't help but shiver on the firewood.

I just heard my mother shouting, "Throw it all away, throw it clean, and you won't have to live anymore..."

It seems that I am the culprit and the fuse that caused the war. This may be the only meaning of my coming to the world. Sometimes, I would rather be that tea cup, which will break as soon as I drop it, and everything will be over.

Another time, it was late autumn, the wheat planting season, and the second uncle and my family were partnering to grow wheat. He waved his long whip, yelled "inside..." "outside...", set up a plow, and drove two animals.

In the plowing fields, the animals walked forward compactly and steadily, and the soil under their feet was turned up in a beautiful wave of soil. The plows were sharpened to a dazzling light, and the "swish" sound was accompanied by the "swish" of the grass roots being cut off.

"The sound, like music, makes people dream and yearn. The earth is filled with the freshness of newly turned soil.

After both pieces of land were plowed, the second uncle sat on the edge of the ditch to rest. His father handed him a cigarette, the kind without a mouthpiece, and he lit one himself. For a while, the smoke filled the air, and the breeze on the earth made him sweat.

The smell of crushed grass and the fragrance of earth were all intertwined. I stood aside and inadvertently took a deep breath, feeling comfortable and comfortable. My cousin Zhang Jianqiang was catching grasshoppers farther away.

The second uncle looked up at Tianqi and said, "Well, there is still time, rake the ground again is okay!" After saying that, he approached the animal and unloaded the plow. His father unloaded the wide iron-toothed rake from the tractor.

The second uncle put on the rake, looked at his brother in the distance, then looked at me next to him, and said to me, "Xiaoqiang, come on up, you can press the rake!"

The rake is a good thing. It is one and a half meters long and one meter wide. It is a frame made of wood. Drill holes in each crossbar and insert large iron nails as thick as a thumb. The lower part is sharp and the upper part is blunt. The animal pulls it.

While traveling, you can chop up the soil and garbage on the newly cultivated soil to make the soil finely chopped, soft and smooth. The large rake itself is not light, so it would be better to place some heavy objects on it. You can increase the weight of the large rake and remove the mud.

The blocks will break into pieces even more. Many people place stones on it, but the stones will not move. It is best for children. He can grab the upper part of the iron nail and squat on the rake. He can lift or place his feet as the rake moves.

Make the path of the big rake swing left and right, applying rampant force to break more dirt and debris.

But I don't want to do this work. My back and legs hurt when I squat on it, and there's a risk of being thrown out.

"Let my brother go." I said.

"Your brother? Your brother has gone far away to catch grasshoppers. You have to call him... Come up quickly!" said the second uncle.

"Why should you let me go up instead of my brother? He is older than me!" I protested.

"Come on, stop talking nonsense, it's almost dark!" The second uncle looked up at the sunset on the horizon, very impatient.

"I'm going to catch grasshoppers too!" I said.

My father couldn't stand it any longer. He ran over and shouted, "Let me do some work for you. You'll see how cunning you are. If you were capable, I wouldn't bother using you!"

I reluctantly walked to the rake and muttered as I walked, "Damn it, next door!" But as soon as I said it, I regretted it. I quickly lowered my head and reflected on who I learned this swear word from!

My father still heard it, and he said angrily, "What are you talking about! If you don't learn from me, you just want to curse!"

I was unhappy at first, but then I suddenly thought that I learned this curse word from him, and I couldn't help shouting, "I learned it from you. I can't learn it well from you!"

My father was angry. To him, I was openly challenging his authority in front of the villagers in Manpo, and contradicting his good brother, who he relied on for a living. This made him lose face. Without saying a word, he rushed up to me.

He came forward, suddenly lifted me up and threw me outwards. In an instant, I felt like I was floating gently like a piece of dirt.

With a "pop" sound, I fell onto the freshly turned soil two meters away. I felt pain and touched my butt and waist. Fortunately, it was not broken, but because of fear and grievance, I burst into tears in revenge.

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At that time, I always felt that my father was so tall and had strong arms. He was like a god. So every time I would brag to my friends, I would always say, "You don't know how powerful my dad is. He just threw it lightly."

, just threw me five or six meters away...The strange thing is that I was not thrown to death..."

After hearing this, the friends were amazed and envious. They felt that my father and I were both heroes. Because we had never been thrown, we felt inferior and felt that the friends could no longer play together.

Being beaten this time made me feel like a hero, so I didn't take it seriously but felt proud of my father's violence.

Later, when I grew up, when I stood with my father, I was even two centimeters taller than him, and my spirit was fresh and powerful. When I thought about the past, the myth about my father's power was shattered, and I seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream.
Chapter completed!