Chapter 451 My Mother is a Fool (4)

He tried to raise a smile and looked at the woman on the ground, trying to tell her that he was fine. But

the screaming woman rushed forward and hugged him. Liu Zhanben, who had just slapped his son, also felt a little regretful. His son was the lifeblood of his Liu family. It was not easy to have such a son in his old age. If he was really beaten or made stupid by him, how would he explain to his ancestors in the underworld?

He looked at the woman again, and his anger became even greater. He punched and kicked her again, and only after venting all his regrets did he pick up his pipe and leave. The woman held the boy tightly in her arms from beginning to end, and did not let him get hurt at all. However, from the degree of her body shaking, the boy could still judge what kind of violence she was suffering.

"Baby, does it hurt... Can you hear me?"

"Can you still hear what your mother is saying?"

"Does it hurt a lot? Let me blow on you, and it won't hurt anymore..."

"Next time he hits me, don't worry about it. You are his son. No matter how bad he is, he won't do anything to you..."

The woman cried and said as she hugged him and blew on the wound on his face. Liu Zhanyan felt that the fool was not a fool at all. She was just like the mother of every child in the world, always doing good for her children and always loving them.

He reached out and touched the scar on her face, and whispered, "Does it hurt a lot?" The man hit him so hard, not to mention her. What he wanted to say more was, "I'm sorry, mom. I didn't help you once before and watched you get beaten." He was really not a human being before. He couldn't help but want to throw stones at himself. He deserved to be beaten by those children. There was actually such a heartless person like him who despised his own mother.

"It doesn't hurt... Mom, it doesn't hurt..." The woman half-knelt and hugged him, tears dripping from the air in arcs onto the wound on his face, bringing a burning pain. He actually felt that this pain was more uncomfortable than the one

he had just received. "It's all Mom's fault. You got beaten." The woman hugged him and cried with guilt. Liu Zhanyan felt as if his heart was cut by a knife. How could it be her fault? It was obviously the father who beat him. He secretly told himself that he must grow up quickly and never let his father beat her again. The woman cried so sadly, but he, who was only seven years old, did not speak out his inner thoughts. Because he wanted to speak with actions. He believed that he could do it.

The man who had smoked a cigarette outside came back again. The house had been cleaned up. He looked at the woman who was huddled in the corner to cook and felt a little satisfied for the first time.

"Zhanyan, do you want to eat anything? Dad will buy it for you at the market tomorrow?" He looked at the child who was busy doing homework under the kerosene lamp and wanted to please him. He had never touched this kid since he was little, but today he was possessed by evil spirits and actually wanted to beat him. He didn't know how much this beating would hurt the relationship between father and son. But on second thought, they were all rural kids, and they would not become talented without beating. He had spoiled him a lot in the past.

"I don't want anything." The boy, with the marks still on his face, looked at his father standing at the door with a complicated expression and said angrily. In fact, he was really a very good child. Knowing that his family was not well off, he never asked for anything. Even if he was really envious of other children's painting books, candied haws, and Taizi music, he would only look at them from a distance and never approach them.

"Kid, Dad is not sincere." Liu Zhanben came over with a shameless face, and said to the boy almost head to head: "Just say it, Dad will buy you whatever you want." What

he didn't know was that his mouth was full of stench from smoking a dry pipe, and his old face with one eye blind looked even more scary under the kerosene lamp. Liu Zhanyan resisted the discomfort and did not step back. His eyes drifted to his worn-out schoolbag and said, "Buy a schoolbag. There's a hole at the bottom of my schoolbag and it can't hold anything anymore."

"Okay. Wait, kid. Dad will buy it for you tomorrow." The man walked away happily. Why not use a schoolbag to please a kid? Although Liu Zhanben didn't have much money, he could still afford a schoolbag. He walked towards the fire pit in a good mood. The aroma of vegetable porridge from the pot made him hungry.

Maybe he had vented his anger today, and now he thought his silly wife was a bit beautiful. He couldn't help but think of when she first came, she was young and slender, with a waist as thin as a willow, and her whole body was as white as milk squeezed out of a cow. How beautiful she was at that time. After he beat her silly, she didn't change her clothes or take a bath, and her face was covered with black crusts. She also smelled of chicken shit, cow shit, and pig shit from time to time, which made him lose interest.

He couldn't help but get closer to the woman, but the woman trembled and moved to the side. Of course he felt the woman's fear of him, very good, he was very satisfied with this. He turned his head and looked at his son, who was concentrating on doing his homework under the kerosene lamp and didn't notice him at all. The dim light gave him different ideas. He stretched out his hand to the woman.

"Son, it's time to eat." The woman dodged to the side and stood up, just avoiding him.

His hand fell into the air, and he didn't ignore the movement of his son's stool when he stood up. It doesn't matter, let's eat first. He told himself.

The woman exhaled unconsciously. To have unnecessary physical contact with such a wretched man would be more uncomfortable than death. Liu Zhanyan, who had been secretly paying attention to her, noticed her subtle little movement and blinked his eyes, but pretended to know nothing when the woman looked at him. He suddenly had a bold idea. The woman was not a fool, but was she pretending to be stupid?

"Son, come here quickly and warm your hands. Don't do your homework after dinner and go to bed early." For the first time, the man urged his son to go to bed instead of doing his homework for the sake of his own thoughts.

"Okay. I've finished my homework." Liu Zhanyan trotted over and sat on the bench next to him. He was also curious about what his father, who always paid attention to his studies, was going to do this time and urged him to go to bed.

"Bowl, chopsticks." The woman handed the things in her hands to them one by one, and she really looked like a normal person. At this moment, even the man doubted whether the woman's stupidity had been cured.

But the next second, he immediately widened his eyes, and the woman actually picked up the chicken shit on the ground and fed it into her mouth.

"Ugh..." He couldn't help feeling sick, and hurriedly drove the woman out the door, "Don't let me see you."

Eating chicken shit, just thinking about it is disgusting. The smell of chicken shit before couldn't be left by her eating chicken shit.

Those original thoughts were gone at this moment.

(End of this chapter)