Chapter 417 Parental Love

From that day on, the boy lost all the opportunities to go out and play, and studied at home every day.

Every time the boy looked at the children playing together outside, he couldn't help showing an envious expression, and then his mother would appear in front of him.

"Baby, I have endured so much for you, you must study hard, you must strive to be good, there is nothing fun outside, you study hard, one day your father will definitely regret it."

Dad has not been home for several days. I heard from my mother that he was attracted by the vixen outside.

Soon the boy went to kindergarten, and he could get a little red flower every day in the kindergarten. Every time he brought the little red flower home, he would be taught by his mother.

You must be excellent, you must work hard, you must study hard, and you must be the best one.

His mother would say such things every day, and even hired a tutor.

When he was in the senior class, he had already started learning second-grade knowledge.

He didn't have any chance to go out. While other children of his age were playing happily outside, he was taking classes at home.

Mu Li watched the light in the boy's eyes slowly go out, and those eager eyes gradually became dim and lifeless.

He felt inexplicably distressed in his heart and wanted to touch the little boy, but he just walked past him.

The younger brother next to him looked at the scene in front of him with a blank look, and his emotions did not change at all.

The scene in front of him slowly began to become illusory, and when it became clear again, Mu Li saw a little boy who had grown up a little.

It seems that he is already in the fourth grade, and the fourth-grade boy came back with a test paper.

The test paper clearly showed a score of 98.

Despite such a high score, the little boy did not show any joy on his face, but was afraid.

He was clearly ranked first, but he was not excited at all, only afraid and nervous.

Mu Li followed the little boy and watched him return home with the test paper. As soon as he got home, he took out the test paper and gave it to his parents.

When his parents saw the test paper, they did not ask anything, but just looked at the score seriously.

"Why only 98 points? Why did I get this question wrong? Why can't I get 100 points?"

The boy whispered, "But I'm first."

"So what if you're first? Can you guarantee that you'll always be first? Can you guarantee that you can't do this question? First place is not an excuse."

Then he took out a long ruler from somewhere.

The moment he saw it, fear in the boy's eyes almost overflowed.

"Mom, can you please stop beating me?"

But the mother refused sternly: "No, I just want you to learn a lesson. You can get such a simple question wrong. If you get this question right, you will get 100 points, the undisputed first place."

The boy looked at his father with a look of help, but his father just watched coldly: "Your mother is right. We have spent so much money and energy on you. You have to be the best, so that you can be my son."

The boy was desperate and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

Snap!

The boy's hand was red and tears were about to fall.

Originally thought it was over, but who knew that in the evening, his parents did not cook for the boy at all.

"Because of your mistake today, you only got 98 points on the test. As a punishment, you are not allowed to eat dinner tonight. You must learn from this lesson next time. If

you get such a low score again, it will be more than that." "Also, copy the wrong questions 100 times right away. Next time you make a mistake on this question, copy it 1,000 times. When you remember it thoroughly, you will not make mistakes again."

The boy nodded and returned to the room with his head down.

Tears fell drop by drop, and the despair enveloped him.

The boy's room was very depressing, with black and white colors, and bookshelves full of books all around, full of asexual style.

Normally, boys of this age are full of imagination, with very strong imagination, instead of sitting in their seats like now, staring at the blank wall in front of them, not knowing what they are thinking.

Then, the scene changed, and the boy became bigger.

The boy was sitting in a corner doing his homework, and his parents were arguing hysterically in the hall.

The two parents were arguing very fiercely, but the boy was unmoved.

Things were already being smashed outside, but he was still able to do his homework quietly.

Until the noise outside slowly stopped, the boy did not go out to care about the people outside.

His face was terribly indifferent.

At this moment, the door was suddenly opened.

The mother was at the door, looking at the boy who was doing his homework, and directly overturned all the homework on the table to the ground.

She pushed over the table and looked at the boy with extremely terrifying eyes.

"Why did you do this? Why did you do this?"

"I have paid so much for you and lost so much. Why did you do this?"

Mom took out a bunch of paintbrushes in boxes with painted pictures on them. It can be seen that these paintings have been made with great care.

The pictures on them are very beautiful, and each one can win praise.

But they were torn into pieces by Mom, and all the paintbrushes and paints were thrown on the ground.

"I have paid so much for you, and endured so much so that you can have a healthy family. Why do you have to do these things? Why do you have to do nothing?"

"What's the use of these things? You just need to study hard. You have to become better and the best. Only in this way can you repay me."

"Speak up, why don't you speak up! Why do you have to do these things? Who has led you astray? Is it your teacher?"

The mother shook the boy and roared hysterically.

As if she wanted to roar out all her grievances, the boy looked at the torn painting on the ground, the paint all over the ground, and the homework he had just written.

Everything was intertwined, as if his whole life was tied up here.

That feeling of despair and suffocation made him vomit uncontrollably.

"Groove...Groove..."

He closed his eyes and immediately passed out.

Then he saw his panicked mother and his father running over.

No one cared about the torn painting. In order to lift it up and step on those paintings, it was like stepping on his life and his ideals.

He was like a caged rag doll, and could never escape the two mountains of his parents.

When he woke up and looked at the strange place, his heart was calm, a calmer than ever before.

It was as if he had lost the desire for everything. Seeing his nervous parents, there was no expression on their faces.