Global wasteland: I hid in an air-raid shelter to build a nuclear bomb

Chapter 20 "Aren't you relying on my mother's money to support you?"

"Okay, we two brothers won't talk so much."

Looking at the chubby man in front of him, Chen Fa couldn't help but feel a warm feeling in his heart.

on blue star.

He doesn't care about everyone, except for this one person.

He was born in a rather special family.

His father was addicted to alcohol and gambling, and his mother spent money on the stage.

And his father was just a guest of his mother's before, and the two of them came together after the gun went off.

It's just that there is no marriage certificate, let alone a wedding.

In the words at that time, it was to hang out with friends.

It is a day to be able to mix one day.

And he was born under these circumstances.

When he first remembered, he didn't know the difference between his own family and other people's families. He just vaguely felt that when playing with children of his age, he would always get some vague contempt and ridicule.

But after all, he was young, so he didn't remember things, and he didn't take them to heart.

It really made him realize that his family is different from other people's families.

It was in the fourth grade.

That day, a female deskmate he had been secretly in love with suddenly asked him curiously during get out of class time.

"Chen Fa, why are you so bruised every day?"

He remembered that he was slightly stunned at that time, and asked in doubt: "Don't your parents beat you?"

"Hit, they beat me after I returned home with bad grades in the last exam."

"But it's only once in a while. How can you have bruises every day like you? Now every morning before you enter class, your classmates will guess whether you will have a little new bruise on your body."

"Oh."

He remembered that he felt a little ashamed at the time, so he told a joke and laughed it off.

In my impression, the get out of class time was very long that day.

It took a long time until he felt that the whole class was staring at him and sneering, making his face blush and hot, and the class bell finally rang.

That was the first time he listened so carefully in class.

Even though he didn't listen to a word, he even hoped that the class would last forever that day.

When he returned home from school that day, he took a few deep breaths at the door before quietly pushing the door open to return to his own room.

However, as soon as he entered the room, he saw his father, who was already drunk, sitting on the sofa and staring at him.

Seeing that his hands were empty and his cheeks were already flushed, his father suddenly lost his temper, strode up and kicked him heavily in the stomach.

"What the fuck, you son of a bitch, I told you to buy a bottle of wine after school."

"Did you take what I said as fart?"

"what?"

"I worked so hard to pay for your schooling, and you just repay me like this, even if you can't buy me a bottle of wine?"

"What's the use of you trash?"

"Ah? Tell me, what's the use of me wanting you as a waste?"

He remembered that his father's feet were extremely strong that day, and he could only curl up in the corners of the wall and the door, feeling the punches and kicks from his body, while the pain and grievance made the tears in the corners of his eyes uncontrollable.

"Stop beating, Dad, I'm in pain."

"My mother said she had no money, she didn't give me money, and I didn't have money to buy it."

"Dad, stop beating, woo woo woo, I was wrong."

"No money?"

His father seemed to laugh angrily at this sentence, and he kicked his abdomen hard. The severe pain made him curl up behind the door like a twisted red shrimp, and he could only hope that his father would stop sooner.

"No money? Your mother said no money?"

"Where did your mother's sale money go?"

"what?"

"Don't think I don't know, you're not my son at all, you're just a bastard."

And this time.

The mother, who was catching up on sleep during the day and preparing to go to work at night, was awakened by the noise and rushed out of the house.

See this behind the scenes.

Without saying a word, he rushed forward, tore at his father's hair, and began to roar excitedly.

"What else would you do besides venting your anger on your son?"

"If you have the ability, go fuck and make money."

"Didn't you fucking rely on my mother's selling money to support you? If you are really a man, go out and earn some money for my mother and come back!"

"What else do you do besides being in the nest?"

The rest he can't quite remember.

He only remembered that day after he got up from the ground, he hugged his legs tightly, put his schoolbag in his arms and sat in the corner, leaning against the corner and looking at the wrestling mother and father in front of him.

The severe pain in his body came faintly, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Looking at the homework test paper left by the Chinese teacher next to it, it has been torn into several pieces by the beating just now.

He couldn't help but buried his head in his knees and cried bitterly.

He remembered that he cried loudly that day.

He didn't know why he was crying, whether it was because of pain, grievance, or fear of being scolded by the teacher for not being able to finish his homework tomorrow. In short, he couldn't help but sat in the corner with his head in his arms, crying loudly listening to the hissing in his ears. stand up.

He is stupid.

He also tried to listen carefully in class, but he just couldn't achieve high scores in exams like the outstanding kids in the class.

It was obviously a very simple question, but he just couldn't solve it.

I have to admit that some people in this world are geniuses, but more are ordinary people.

And he was that normal guy.

When class is over, he always sits blankly on his seat, looking at the students around him, rushing downstairs in groups of threes and fives to buy a bag of spicy sticks and a bag of fruit juice packed in sealed plastic bags.

After returning to the classroom, the noisy ones began to share snacks.

In fact, he also wants to eat.

It looked really delicious. The red spicy stick made him imagine how delicious it would be if he could put it in his mouth just by glancing at it.

However he has no money.

Often classmates share spicy strips with him, but he always smiles and shakes his head, saying that he doesn't want to eat them.

In fact, he really wanted to eat it, but he didn't dare to eat it.

If he ate that spicy stick, then he will definitely buy spicy sticks to share with everyone in the future, he can't afford it.

He dare not eat.

At this time, he always buried his head on the table and dozed off, but he couldn't fall asleep at all.

It's not that I'm sleepy, but I subconsciously want to avoid this lively atmosphere.

Hearing lively laughter and laughter from around.

I always feel a little sad inside, like out of place.

I didn't know until I grew up that it was a feeling of loneliness caused by being abandoned by the world.

However, the time of one semester always passes quickly.

The midterm exam is here.

When he returned home with only 46 points in the math paper and 67 points in the Chinese paper.

No sleep the first time.

Instead, he glanced at his father who was sleeping on the sofa, carefully put the schoolbag into his room, and then ran to the flower bed downstairs to pick a few roses and came back.

Use the bear-shaped alarm clock next to the bed to set yourself an alarm for [-]:[-] in the morning.

That alarm clock was a birthday present from his mother when he was in the first grade.

His father drank and fell asleep all the year round, and his mother often came home in the early morning and fell asleep. No one would wake him up. This alarm clock accompanied him throughout his childhood.

He loves this bear-shaped alarm clock, it looks so cute.

Alert rings.

After rubbing his eyes vigorously, he got up from the bed, carefully trying not to make any movement, and boiled an electric kettle of boiling water.

Wait patiently inside the house.

Ten minutes later, there was a door opening sound outside the house.

The mother, whose face was tired and her makeup faded, straddled a small bag, unlocked the lock and entered the house after returning from get off work, casually threw her high heels at the door, and was about to walk towards the house.

(End of this chapter)