My dad looked at the shrimp and said: I have been soft all my life.I never complained when others bullied me.But I can't see my son being wronged, and I can't see my wife being wronged.

Xia Zi moved his mouth, but did not speak.But the big head smiled: "Okay, then I see what you plan to do?"

My dad said, "I have to protect my family." Then my dad reached out to me.

My mother yelled, "Obviously, don't give it to your dad!"

I didn't listen, handed the knife to Dad, walked over to help my mother, and said, "Mom, you have to trust Dad." [

When I said this, I burst into tears.

When I was a child, I fought and never dared to tell my family.Because I know, when my dad finds out, he will definitely beat me up.Because his motto is: "If you don't make trouble, others can come to trouble you?"

He lived by this motto all his life and then tried to influence my outlook on life.

But he and I both know that even if we don't cause trouble, those troubles will still find themselves.

I looked at my father, he stood in front of me like a mountain, even though he was knocked down, insulted and laughed at.

He is still a mountain, a mountain that can protect me.

My dad moved his thumb, and the bright light of the knife flashed, and the sharp blade gave off a cold light.

Big head laughing, completely indifferent.

My dad said, "I can't pay the 1 yuan."

Xia Zi shook his head: "You are too impulsive." Xiao Hai still had a cold expression.

Datou opened his arms and pointed at his chest: "Come on, old guy, stab here."

My dad was like a lion in a cage for a long time, he roared and rushed over.

Datou swung a punch, which happened to open my dad's wrist holding the knife.Then came another kick, which landed on my dad's chest.

The switchblade fell to the ground, and my dad's tall body also fell off.

1 yuan was scattered all over the place.

My dad's head was pressed against the ground, his eyes were open, but he just couldn't stand up. It seemed that Datou's kick was really hard.

——A person who follows Xiao Hai at such a young age, is he an ordinary person?

My mother cried again, lying on top of my dad, trying to help my dad up.

But my dad looked at me from beginning to end, his lips moved slightly. [

Almost no sound.

But I can hear it, and probably only I can hear it.

My dad's words are:

"I'm sorry, son."

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