FBH Chapter 38

Back home, I decided to tell my mother about my misfortune, hoping she would reflect on her absurd behavior.

“What is it?” She turned her head and glanced at me, her long hair instantly covering half of her cheek, her hands not stopping.

I walked a few steps into the room, stood still, and said, “I was laughed at by my classmates. They know about you and Li Yuehua…”

I touched my burning cheek, turned around, and walked out quickly, my mood hitting rock bottom. I didn’t expect my mother to treat me like this.

“I…” I hesitated, “Nothing.”

“Really nothing?” My father looked at me suspiciously, his gaze like a sharp searchlight.

I lowered my head and didn’t dare to speak, opened the door and went out.

Ever since my classmates used the romantic affair between my mother and Li Yuehua to make fun of me, I was most afraid of my mother coming to school, because I knew that once my classmates saw my mother, I would inevitably be ridiculed by them.

So, that afternoon I told my mother not to come to school to find me in the future.

My mother was painting her fingernails. When she heard what I said, she suddenly raised her head, looked at me in surprise, raised an eyebrow, and said softly that I was eating too little, otherwise why would I come to school to find me.

I felt a little relieved.

However, the thing I didn’t want to see still happened.

A male classmate saw my mother, chuckled, and ran over to say to me, “No wonder my mom is attracting bees and butterflies. Which woman can stand her charming look?”

“You… what are you talking about!” I wanted to pat his head to show my dissatisfaction.

Her brother pointed at my mother who was standing in the corridor talking to the teacher, tilted his head and smiled at me, the smile as disgusting as maggots in a pile of dung.

Another female classmate pushed me unexpectedly, saying in a strange tone, “Hey, my mom has been talking to that female teacher for a long time. Could it be that she wants to seduce the teacher?”

My body trembled uncontrollably, and I couldn’t help but bite my lips until they bled. My heart was filled with anger, but I only dared to say softly, “You are bored… bored!” After saying that, I lowered my head and walked away quickly. I knew that if I stood here, I would only be teased by them like a monkey.

Just as I turned to leave, I heard a harsh voice coming from the front: “Xiong Tong, I’m trash!”

I am trash, I have been trash since I was a child.

After I was nine years old, I lived and died with my widowed grandfather. My grandfather had a violent temper. When he drank alcohol, he went crazy. When he went crazy, he would beat and scold me, which was simply inhumane.

Fortunately, the neighbor returned home in time to stop him, otherwise the consequences would have been very serious.

I don’t know how many times I was fiercely beaten and scolded by my grandfather. Every time I felt like I was passing through a mountain of flames, experiencing life and death.

In addition, the girl in the neighbor’s house who was much taller than me also bullied me in various ways. I told my grandfather about the situation of being bullied, but my grandfather used his loud voice to scold me, saying that it was very normal for children to fight, which made me completely disappointed and heartbroken.

The reason why the two of them were so blatant was because her husband was still in jail.

I returned to my parents’ side because my grandfather died suddenly – he drank a bottle of “Shao Daozi” liquor, holding a folding fan in the yard to learn to sing “The Drunken Concubine” on TV, suddenly staggered and fell to the ground, never to get up again. He died of a cerebral hemorrhage.

Before he died, it was as if the rope tied to my body suddenly tightened. I called my mother to report the funeral, but because my tone was too light, I was scolded by her.

After returning to my parents’ side, my mother returned from my father’s decoration company to the family, completing the transformation from a social role to a family role, and took on the responsibility of taking care of me.

At that time, I was already in the fourth grade of elementary school, and my mother went through the transfer procedures for me. On the second day I went to the new school, I was bullied by two male classmates – they saw that I had a stutter, so they forced me to recite tongue twisters.

The tongue twister was:

Hu Tu draws gourds with a pen
The gourds are painted falsely muddled
Muddled cannot be counted as gourds
If you want to draw gourds, don’t be muddled
Hu Tu is determined not to be muddled
Draw a small gourd

In fact, inferiority was already engraved in my bones, it just didn’t come out to make trouble casually. When they laughed at me, it was like the wound was stabbed with a sharp blade, and I felt extremely uncomfortable.

Of course, if they bullied you, you wouldn’t stand there like an idiot without moving. You would find an opportunity to leave quickly, leaving them with an embarrassed back.

My parents said that I was well-behaved and sensible, and never caused trouble at school, which saved them a lot of trouble. They were also proud of this and told the neighbors about my good qualities. The teachers also gave me a “good boy” award, and the neighbors also looked at me with admiring eyes, saying that such children would be successful in the future.

I don’t know if a person’s success is necessarily related to the qualities of being sensible and well-behaved, but I know that they misunderstood me, but I won’t tell them the truth. I think letting them die in illusion may not be a bad thing, just like I initially thought that my parents’ relationship would not have a huge rift.

If it weren’t for the classmates using my mother and Li Yuehua’s “scandal” to provoke my nerves, then I wouldn’t be so painful and ashamed that I wanted to escape school and never step into the school gate again, anyway, my academic performance was not good.

My father looked at me in surprise and asked with a slightly stern tone, “Why?”

“I…” Just as I was about to blurt out a lie, I dispelled the idea of telling the lie, “Reading… is not… interesting…”

I didn’t feel surprised when he said this, because he had told me that there are now some intelligent construction robots in the construction industry, and robots replacing traditional workers is a trend in the future.

I drooped my head and walked away without saying a word.

While my mother was not at home, I quietly took some eye patches out and threw them into the trash can to vent my dissatisfaction.

Later, I saw my mother squatting on the ground counting the number of eye patch boxes, while wondering how the numbers were wrong.

This day, my parents fought again.

After my mother injured my father, she quickly drilled into the nearby bathroom to avoid being attacked by my father’s storm-like counterattack.

My father’s wound was bleeding profusely, staining half of his cheek and blue T-shirt red, but he didn’t bandage the wound.

My mother readily agreed: “Okay, the property will be divided equally!”

My father gritted his teeth, no longer arguing, turned around and walked to the entrance, changed his shoes, opened the door and went out.

I stared blankly at the blood stains on the ground.

In fact, my parents put the word “divorce” on their lips every time they had a conflict, but their opinions have been inconsistent on the issue of property division, so the divorce has been delayed.

I weighed the pros and cons of their divorce for me:

The disadvantage is that I no longer see them arguing and affecting my mood, and life returns to peace; the advantage is that I have entered the ranks of single-parent families, and every day after school, I have to cook the meals myself.

There may be other disadvantages.

After my father was injured by my mother, he was admitted to the hospital.

I replied without hesitation: “With dad.”

I nodded, in fact, I really wanted to tell him that I had long been ashamed of having such a mother, and I also wanted to tell him that I had been laughed at by my classmates because of my mother.

My father said, “My son.”

My father cursed “damn it” while watching the video, his anger written on his face, and said to me, “Tongtong, go out.”

I suddenly looked up and saw a group of hideous dark clouds instantly swallowing the panicked sun.

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