Chapter 81 Mint Chocolate
In fact, Xu Wenyao was very casual when he beat him.
I use whatever I can grab. When I was a child, they were clothes hangers, belts, and the long cord from the rice cooker. When I grew up and became stronger, they became mop handles.
This is not enough.
The factory had good revenue in the early years, and the compound was filled with children who did not go to school, and they wandered around with stray cats and dogs.
Xu Jiqing had seen them bullying a stray dog. Its fur was so gray that its base color couldn't be seen, its bony back was covered with protrusions, and it was as thin as a skeleton. It was twitching and whimpering under a group of boys' flying clothesline.
The ulna is the longest bone in the forearm, running from the wrist to the elbow.
Xu Jiqing gestured with his wrist, which he could circle with his index finger and thumb, but it should be stronger than the bones of a half-grown wild dog.
What's harder than a metal clothesline?
Eight forty.
Xu Jiqing went to the construction site downstairs and picked out a suitable steel bar with edges.
Nine o'clock.
A drinking buddy who was working with him helped Xu Wenyao home. The man was so drunk that he couldn't sit on the sofa. He was swearing and vomiting all over the floor.
Nine ten.
Xu Jiqing, who was silently cleaning up the mess, finally caught his attention.
Xu Wenyao was annoyed that he was slow and smashed the kettle on the coffee table.
The broken glass flew far away, and several large pieces crashed near him. Xu Wenyao squinted his eyes and, like the group of children beating the dog, picked up the broken glass and threw it at Xu Jiqing.
Nine fifteen.
Xu Jiqing bent down, without saying a word, grabbed Xu Wenyao's hair and lifted him up.
Once, twice.
Three times.
Like dragging a fish to be slaughtered, banging it against the wall.
Nine forty-five.
Outside the window, there was a faint sound of a police car siren, and red and blue lights swirled and landed on the fourth-floor windowsill.
Xu Jiqing squatted in front of the unconscious Xu Wenyao, with no expression on his face. He lowered his head and patted his face until Xu Wenyao snored and woke up with his mouth open.
There were no lights on in the living room.
Xu Jiqing's back blocked the dim light from outside the window. Xu Wenyao felt dizzy and could not see anything clearly. He only felt that the ground was sticky and the hand that was patting himself was also sticky.
There were faint sounds of footsteps in the corridor.
They should have just entered the first floor, there was more than one person.
"You know, everyone in the compound looks down on you."
Xu Jiqing opened his lips.
His face was expressionless, and his voice was gentle, "Having a father like you makes me feel sick just thinking about it."
"Tell me, after driving a taxi for so many years, does anyone still treat you as a college student?"
Xu Wenyao's cloudy eyes widened, vaguely focusing, and the corners of his mouth twitched twice, "You little...little beast! You're rebelling!"
Xu Jiqing pretended not to hear, "People who drank with you looked at you like a fool, the people in the casino treated you like a monkey, and only my mother thought you were still a human being."
"I'm so lucky to marry you. My mother's greatest blessing in her life is to watch other people's husbands making money outside, and then you come back and beat her up when you lose the bet."
"That Uncle Liu who just sent you back home, what do you think he will say about you when he gets home? Do you think he's a good drinker or a good blower?"
"He will certainly say..."
The footsteps in the corridor are getting closer.
Xu Jiqing paused for two seconds, moved closer, and his sticky forehead touched Xu Wenyao's.
"Xu Wenyao, he's just a piece of trash."
He spoke the last sentence very slowly.
His thin lips curled slightly, and a hint of provocation came to his face.
Xu Wenyao was furious. He struggled to stand up, picked up the steel bar standing beside the sofa, and swung it at Xu Jiqing's shoulders and hands.
Xu Jiqing was caught off guard and was immediately knocked to the side. He held his head helplessly with both hands, as if he was frightened by his father's overwhelming anger. He just curled up there motionless and let him beat him.
The ulna shattered and penetrated the flesh, making a very scary sound.
Xu Wenyao was drunk and couldn't hear clearly. Xu Jiaojiao, who was hiding in the master bedroom, couldn't hear it either, but the police who happened to arrive at the door heard it clearly.
It was late autumn of that year when the police broke into the house wearing law enforcement recorders, twisted Xu Wenyao's arm and pinned him down.
Xu Jiqing’s fifteenth birthday.
No cake, no candles.
No blessings.
There was only the dry and cold cold wave, the desperate calculation, the dazzling police flashlight, the sharp screams and gasps, and the cold and gleaming handcuffs.
The lights in the living room suddenly lit up, and Xu Jiqing's body and head were covered in blood. The color of his school uniform and the floor tiles beneath him was almost invisible.
After a moment of eerie silence, Xu Jiqing's pupils narrowed and adapted to the light.
He lowered his hands and crawled forward two steps.
Amidst the thick and sticky smell of rust, he looked up at the middle-aged female police officer who looked the kindest and softest at first glance, tears streaming down his face.
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There is actually a prize money for the four-school simulation competition.
Last year, Xu Jiqing was suspended because of Li Rui's incident, and Jiang Zhihao, a senior in high school, didn't even make the provincial team. Lin Lang, the only one who went to Beijing to take the exam with the provincial team, ranked outside the top 100 in the final, far from the top 60 of the national training team.
With this incident in mind, Xu Jiqing's victory this time was particularly morale-boosting.
No. 1 Middle School was willing to compensate him, and the prize money they gave him was even more than the promised provincial competition prize money.
Forty thousand yuan in cash was left in his backpack overnight.
Xu Jiqing sat with his eyes open all night.
The next morning, he got up and took a shower. After sending Xu Jiaojiao off, he deposited the cash into his bank card.
When I rode my bike to school, morning self-study had already started.
There is no requirement for reading aloud in the mathematics competition class. As long as Zhang Jianyuan does not come to patrol, everyone usually takes a nap together and the corridor is quiet.
The school recently gave them lockers like the regular department.
The one on the highest point, on the far left, belongs to Xu Jiqing, and is wearing a kitten lock with a bow.
Xu Jiqing stood there and watched for a while. He originally just wanted to touch it, but someone dialed 415 for the combination lock, and it opened with a light touch.
He didn't have many things to begin with, and after leaving Class 4, many of his belongings were just piled up there, gathering dust and no longer of any use.
He didn't think about the direction where someone had been, he just wanted to throw away the pile of expired study cases.
Remove the lock and open the cabinet door.
In the gentle spring breeze, Xu Jiqing suddenly stopped moving.
There was a transparent plastic cake box in the cabinet. With his height, he could see the entire cake clearly.
Light green mint cream, surrounded by a circle of delicate chocolate glaze and sprinkled with fine icing sugar.
There was a small bag next to it, tied with a bow using a ribbon in the same mint chocolate color.
Pretty stupid way to tie shoelaces.
But you can see that I put a lot of thought into it. I used scissors to carefully cut a small triangular notch on the bottom edge, which looks cute and curled up.
Someone who knows the combination to this lock.
Even if there is no reason, someone would still give him such a beautiful gift like coaxing a child.
Who else could it be?
Xu Jiqing's gaze remained fixed on the bow, his heart beating so fast that his throat felt congested.
He pursed his lips and scraped his rough fingertips across the ribbon.
There was a bunch of colorful candles in the bag. After being opened, each candle wick had a small round and plump flame drawn with colored pencils attached with transparent tape.
A greeting card as big as his palm was stuffed next to it.
There were fireworks and puppies dancing hand in hand on the outside. When it was opened, there was a three-dimensional mechanism, and out popped out a little girl holding flowers. Her cheeks were rosy and she looked very much like her.
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