Qiu Shou was about half a head shorter than Zhu Xiaojun.

Normally at school, in terms of physical strength, only Zhu Xiaojun bullies Qiu Shou.

He never expected that Qiu Shou would dare to attack him.

So he raised his fist and punched Qiu Shou in the face.

One person, one punch; the power is roughly the same.

In an instant, both boys had bruises on their faces.

A stream of blood flowed from the nostrils of Zhu Xiaojun and Qiushou respectively.

After taking a punch, Qiu Shou, drawing courage and strength from who-knows-where, rushed forward and started wrestling with Zhu Xiaojun.

They grabbed each other by the neck, as if they wanted to kill each other.

It was the scorching heat of July, and the cement playground was burning hot.

The two twelve-year-old boys, like sworn enemies, were rolling around and fighting.

Soon, a group of children of similar age gathered around.

Unfortunately, no one stepped in to stop the fight; everyone just watched with expressions of amusement and a desire to see who was stronger.

"Okay, let's fight and see who beats whom."

"Keep going, autumn harvest!"

"Go Zhu Xiaojun!"

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The group quickly split into two camps, one for Qiushou and the other for Zhu Xiaojun, cheering them on.

To the surprise of all the children, Qiu Shou, who was smaller, actually flipped over and straddled Zhu Xiaojun's body, repeatedly punching Zhu Xiaojun.

Zhu Xiaojun, who was being chased, had no choice but to cover his face with his hands.

Qiu Shou punched Zhu Xiaojun while shouting:

“Your dad is the real bad guy. He was arrested by the police.”

Time passes by in the blink of an eye.

The two children quickly changed positions again, with Zhu Dajun now riding on Qiu Shou's back.

What terrified Zhu Xiaojun was that Qiu Shou didn't cover her face with her hands, but instead stared at him with fierce eyes, tears streaming down her face.

Zhu Xiaojun only threw two punches at Shouqiu before daring not to hit him again.

He rolled off Qiushou, and then the two of them lay flat on their backs, looking up at the blinding sun in the deep sky.

As if struck by a sudden thought, Qiu Shou got up from the ground, gave Zhu Xiaojun a deep look, then picked up his own iron ring and push hook and ran towards his home.

When Qiu Shou was only twelve years old, the news that his father had been taken away by the police was like a bomb exploding in his mind.

During his fight with Zhu Xiaojun, he kept silently denying the claim that his father was a bad guy and the news that his father had been taken away by the police.

At this moment, he had to run home and ask his sisters.

What's wrong with Dad? Why didn't he come home last night?

Was he taken away by the police as Zhu Xiaojun said? Was his father a murderer as Zhu Xiaojun said?

Back home, Qiu Shou buried her face in the sofa and began to sob.

Qiu Chan lay in bed reading a comic book called "Railway Guerrillas," while Qiu Shui was in her room reading "Anna Karenina."

Hearing her younger brother cry, Qiu Shui immediately put down her novel and called out:

"Little brother, what's wrong? Are you crying? Did someone bully you?"

However, Qiu Shou ignored her sister.

Qiu Shui looked at Qiu Chan on the lower bunk and said:

"Autumn Cicada, go out and see what's going on with the autumn harvest."

Qiu Chan was engrossed in reading Lian Hua's paintings when she reluctantly put down her book, then dragged her slippers and opened the door.

When she saw her bloodied and battered younger brother, she screamed.

"Sister, sister, come out quickly! My brother's face is covered in blood!"

The cicadas chirped loudly and came up to ask about the autumn harvest:

"Hey bro, what happened to you? Who did you fight with?"

Autumn Harvest didn't answer, it just kept crying.

Right now, he feels like the world is about to collapse.

Upon hearing the cicadas' screams and hearing that his younger brother's face was covered in blood, Qiu Shou immediately put down his book and climbed down from the upper bunk.

When she stepped out of the room and saw Qiushou's face, she was terrified.

It was obvious that the younger brother had been badly beaten up outside.

Qiu Shou was the youngest in the family, the apple of her parents' eye, and the most beloved by her older brother Qiu Yang and her several older sisters.

"Autumn harvest, tell me who hit you, I'll skin him alive and whip him!"

Qiu Shui said something harsh, and her face turned pink with anger.

Having decided to become a writer, she has always enjoyed using literary language, whether intentionally or unintentionally.

She even thought that her younger brother would be very happy to hear about skinning the other person and whipping their limbs.

However, Qiu Shou paid no attention to her sister's harsh words. Instead, she wiped the blood from her nose, looked at Qiu Shui, and asked:

"Sis, do you know why Dad didn't come home last night?"

Qiu Shui sensed that the incident was related to her father, so she asked in return:

"Autumn harvest? Why do you ask that? Didn't Mom say that Dad is away on a business trip? Did you hear some rumors?"

Qiu Shou wept, her shoulders trembling.

"Sister, I'm asking you this: do you even know anything about Dad—"

"After the autumn harvest, don't ask about Dad yet. Tell your sister, who hit you? Your sister will skin him alive and pull out his tendons."

The cicadas chimed in:

“Yes, little brother, tell your sister who hit you, and why did they hit you so hard? Your sister and I will go and teach them a lesson.”

As she spoke, she quickly ran to the bathroom, found a towel, and then tried to wipe the blood off Qiu Shou's face.

The nose has stopped bleeding; the blood that was flowing from the nostrils has almost dried up.

Autumn Harvest shoved the towel out of Autumn Cicada's hand and shouted:

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