tall rose

Chapter 57 LVII

If I knew they should have turned around and ran away with two plastic bags of snacks.

But I only have one or two banknotes on my body, plus a brick machine that has no other functions except calling and sending text messages.

Xia Man was afraid of falling Xia Tong who was in his arms, so he didn't immediately turn against the two of them, but said in a cold voice: "Go back, don't embarrass yourself here."

Instead of being at a loss as imagined, there was a dead calm in my heart.

It was as if he had rehearsed such a scene countless times in his mind.

It started after confirming the relationship with Yang Sheng.

Xia Zang knows Xia Man too well, and he has spent a lot of energy on this matter.

After all, if you can't change your appearance, you can only completely break away from Xia Man's influence in terms of personality.

But even so, someone you know well will say that you and your old man are really the same.

And so far, the only similarities between him and Xia Man, other than appearance, are probably only in matters that touch the bottom line of principle.

So Xia Man pushed him into the study room, and after slapping him loudly, his first reaction was not to be angry, but to grin slightly.

"Your hand strength has become weaker." Xia Zang propped up the bookshelf behind him, barely standing still.

The shoulder-length hair covered half of his red and purple face, but he didn't think it was enough to be a father, so he took out the solid wooden ruler behind the desk, and split Xia Zang's shoulders and back.

With the coat in the way, it wasn't too painful, but watching the ruler vibrate, just like Xia Man's breathlessness and ups and downs at this time.

"Why did I give birth to such a beast as you!"

"That may be because you are an animal." Xia Zang said, closing his eyes, "I didn't steal, I didn't rob, and I sat upright..."

The ruler fell down again, and this time it touched the corner of his eye.

After the fever, it started to tingle, it should be scratched the skin.

"He's your younger brother!" Xia Man's voice was like thunder, and suddenly it broke like a shower, "You two boys are together, isn't it dirty or disgusting?"

At the last sound of the question, Xia Man trembled so badly that his crying tone changed.

Xia Zang pressed the corner of his hot and aching right eye, and vaguely saw the rough man gnashing his teeth, but his whole body was shaking like chaff.

He saw those eyes that were [-]/[-] points similar to his own, and the lifelessness after being clouded by the years was transformed into rage, incomprehension and hatred at this moment.

"I like him." Xia Zang slowly lowered his hand, his eyes still couldn't open, but it was good that he wasn't blind, "I like him very much."

"What's so dirty about liking, what's disgusting about it?"

Xia Man threw it over with a foot, followed by stone, porcelain and wood ornaments on the desk.

What a loser.

Xia Zang listened to the "cracking" sound of breaking, and saw that the ground was full of fragments whose colors and materials could not be distinguished.

Indifferent.

New Year's Eve, it's really lively.

He didn't worry at all whether Xia Man would beat him to death in a fit of rage, he just thought that if he died like this, Yang Sheng would be sad.

Sometimes Yang Sheng still admires his mother because of her extremely calm temper.

Replaying what happened last night and today, Yang Sheng can easily infer that his mother already knew a little about his relationship with Xia Zang, but he was not sure enough... The movement of the study room was not blocked by several doors, and Yang Sheng felt his palms warm Stinging.

When I spread my hands to look at it, it turned out that there were some crescent-like marks on the palms of the palms pierced by nails.

Painted brightly with blood.

It's just that I didn't expect that I was caught by my uncle, and now I don't even have a chance to deal with it.

Blame him, too smug...

It was rare that the door of the room that was not locked was pushed open from the outside, and the mother coaxed the little sister to sleep, and finally came to see his ineffective son.

Yang Sheng watched his mother close the door behind her back, but he was still curled up in the corner next to the bookshelf.

This position can roughly hear some movement outside the walls, but it is too much a test of ear power.

"There is dust in the corner of the wall, get up." The mother said, her voice was very soft but with firmness that could not be refuted.

But Yang Sheng hugged his knees and shook his head: "If the clothes are dirty, I will wash them myself."

He didn't want to think about it, in order to know a little bit of news about Xia Zang's side; he couldn't get up either, the few steps he just came back from downstairs drained all his strength.

He watched helplessly as Xia Zang, who was tightly held by him, let go of his hand little by little, and was brutally locked into the cage by their common "father".

That cage that Xia Zangben escaped from a few years ago.

It's all his fault, it's all because he brought Xia Zang back, but he got carried away with complacency and couldn't restrain his own selfishness, which made them fall into the current situation.

He didn't worry about how his uncle would punish him, but he was worried that Xia Zang would get hurt.

The movement in the study room had to be worrying.

"Do you know what you are doing, Yang Sheng?" His mother sat down on the chair beside the desk, condescendingly frowned for him again.

"I..." Yang Sheng heard a more intense shattering, and couldn't help but take a deep breath, no matter how hard it was in his throat, he couldn't make a sound.

"Speak, aren't you usually very eloquent?" The mother patted the table, raising a rare sharp tone.

Yang Sheng looked down at the bloodstains on the palm of his hand, and subconsciously pressed his fingertips up again. The pain from the nails embedded in the flesh woke him up for a moment.

"I like someone." Yang Sheng said, "but I don't know how to like him."

So I screwed up and got him hurt and got him locked up.

"Like? You, a child, know what to like?" asked the mother sharply.

"Mom, I'm not young anymore, I'm done." Yang Sheng replied, but for some reason, he laughed while talking.

He raised his eyes and looked at the face that was so familiar to him, although it was saddened by the years, it was still beautiful.

Oh, it's not pretty at the moment, she has no makeup on, and she is still frowning bitterly.

Obviously she can continue to be beautiful, she has such capital.

It's a pity that I met someone unkind twice, and my son had a closet with her on New Year's Eve.

My ill-fated mother.But at this moment, Yang Sheng was still thinking about such an ironic sigh.

On the lips, he is not forgiving: "When was I too young?"

"At the age of six, I'm already a big kid. I can't talk back and quarrel with my father. I have to listen to my mother unconditionally."

"When I was nine years old, I had to learn to cook, sweep the floor and take care of others, otherwise my mother might jump off the roof without watching."

"Eleven, at the age of 11, I started to adapt to my new home and my new father."

Before he could finish counting, he was interrupted by a slap in the face.

The strength was not very heavy, so he was slapped again.

"I just knew, have you been looking down on me in your heart all these years?" Mother knelt in front of him, holding his collar with both hands, her anger had swept away all her beauty and elegance like a storm, "Think I'm useless Didn't give you a better life, do you think I can only rely on men?"

Tears fell like rain in the storm quietly but with great fanfare, and the slender bare hands instantly turned into ferocious vines, strangling Yang Sheng tightly.

So Yang Sheng remembered that when he was young, his father picked him up by the neck, and then beat him to the corner like throwing garbage.

Fortunately, he has already found the corner, and fortunately, his mother's hands are not strong.

But why, he is still that child, he can't cry or shout, he can't say that I really hurt.

"But have you ever thought about me? Have you ever thought that my life was ruined by you?"

"I was studying hard and going to school. I could have been admitted to university, or even a junior college! But it was all because of you. You came suddenly, and I couldn't get rid of it. I had to drop out of school and live with your scumbag father. !"

"You can only get a marriage certificate after you turn 20, and you don't even have a wedding photo... The hell beat me up, and you can only cry all the time, what should I do? Tell me, Yang Sheng, I what to do?"

The shackles on the neckline were suddenly loosened, and the mother sat on the ground with a haggard appearance like a puppet that had run out of clockwork.

Yang Sheng moved his lips and said, "I'm sorry."

Sorry to cause you so much trouble.

Sorry, I can't share something for you.

sorry Sorry sorry……

"Now I thought life was finally getting better, I thought those goddamn bad things wouldn't catch up with me anymore..."

"And you, you changed everything back to the way it was!"

"You shouldn't be stupid, Yang Sheng. You know that your uncle doesn't treat you as his own son, so you should also know that his own son is very important to him!"

"It's not good who you like, like your brother likes Xia Zang. Xia Zang is Xia Man's life, do you know? Xia Man can completely abandon you, even me and his own daughter, for the sake of his son's future. !"

"Do you think it's your own business to like someone? Well, I should have known that you are heartless and selfish. You never thought about me or your sister!"

The mother's voice was hoarse, she was very angry, but hysterical.

"Yes, I'm heartless, selfish..." Yang Sheng repeated word for word, and spread his hands again.

There was nothing in his hand, only blood dripping.

"If I had known at that time, you should have thrown me into a bucket of cold water and drowned, so as not to be troubled and angry now."

The mother's absent-minded eyes instantly focused, "You..."

"You were going to drown me, I know. But I pretended you were trying to heal the burns on my back with cold water, and you just soaked me too long."

There seemed to be no movement in the study room, Yang Sheng put his arms back on his knees, buried his head and stopped talking.

He tasted the taste of cream ice cream remaining between his lips and teeth, which was so sweet that it was bitter.

"Xia Zang, tell me, what did I fail to do well, you want to be so angry with me and hate me so much?"

Finally, Xia Man finished all his precious decorations, leaning on the edge of the desk with one hand, panting heavily with lingering anger.

Xia Zang couldn't lift his arm, otherwise he would have to touch his forehead, it seemed to be bleeding.

"It's you who hate me, Xia Man." Xia Zang leaned his back on the bookshelf, trying not to let himself fall, "I hate that I didn't help you get your wife back, that I quarreled with you and ran away from home, that I... like it Go to Yang Sheng."

"You did a good job, you didn't do a good job? Give me a life and pay me back to live, how good you are, how competent you are."

"I appreciate you before it's too late..."

Hiss, this time it seems to be another rock, a stone turtle the size of a fist.

I don't know where Xia Man bought it, it hurts when I hit it, I hope the bone is okay.

"Xia Zang, I don't care if you look at me, anyway, as long as I live, I will be your old man for a day!"

"I won't allow you to make a fuss! You can afford to lose this person, but I can't afford to lose this person!"

"You have to break up with Yang Sheng! Otherwise, otherwise..." There was nothing on the table, and the books were placed far away. Xia Man couldn't find a weapon at hand, so he punched the solid wooden table right now, gnashing his teeth , "I know that no matter what I say to clean you up, you won't listen."

"Don't you like Yang Sheng? Then show me how much you really like him."

Xia Man's tone calmed down, and he even showed a smile, distorted and proud of it.

"What do you want to do?" Xia Zang grabbed the book subconsciously. It's not too thick, but if the back of the book hits Xia Man's forehead, it should be able to bloom.

Xia Man was not afraid of his small movements, but stepped on the debris on the ground and walked up to him without haste.

"Come on!" Xia Man pointed at his temple, "Hit here! Aren't you very capable? Come on, if you are capable, beat your old man to death!"

"What do you want to do to Yang Sheng?" Xia Zang turned his face away, squeezed the book tightly, and remained motionless.

"Don't make it look like your old man is a bad person." Xia Man sneered, "I just thought that I have always paid for Yang Sheng's study, and his mother is a loser and doesn't make money."

"Sure enough, no matter how good the grades are, it doesn't matter. If the character is bad, this person is ruined. Anyway, reading can't teach him how to be a man. It's better not to study, go out to work and subsidize the family...fuck!"

Xia Zang smashed the book on Xia Man's forehead, and punched his jaw again.

But this was not enough, Xia Zang grabbed Xia Man by the shoulder, and threw him unceremoniously to the bookshelf next to the wall, with a splash, some books flew out like white pigeons out of the cage.

"Little bastard!" Xia Man scolded, spitting.

"If you dare to touch him, I don't mind chopping you up and turning yourself in!" Xia Zang raised his fist, his shoulders were still heavy and painful, but that didn't prevent him from punching this man he had never seen before. In his life, the old stuff of pride and conceit and superciliousness was overthrown.

It would be great if it could be defeated, Xia Zang felt his eyes blurred and blackened, and he raised his other hand to rub it.

Xia Man was calling him, probably begging for mercy, his voice was very shrill.

A piece of red, it turned out to be really bleeding.

"Follow me, I'll find medicine for you!" Xia Man grabbed his arm.

Xia Zang held his forehead and shook his head slightly, "Xia Man, I can die in front of you."

"As long as you don't move Yang Sheng."

His mother was called out by his uncle's strange yelling, and Yang Sheng vaguely heard a familiar name from that distant voice.

He got up quickly and wanted to go out with his mother.

"You stay here!" Mother roared, but Yang Sheng stepped forward to catch the door that was about to close like an arrow from the string.

The mother gritted her teeth and forced to close the door.

Yang Sheng didn't seem to feel the pain, he didn't give up an inch, he just kept repeating: "I'm going to see him, I'm going to see Xia Zang..."

"You let me see him!"

Seeing that his hands were also messed up, my mother let go of the doorknob.

The tears that had just stopped were dripping again, falling like rain.

"What should I do with you, Yang Sheng?"

The author has something to say:

Allow me to prepare a bottle of stomach medicine.