Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

On the way home, my dad looked at me and smiled, and said, "Okay, brat, I saved 2 yuan by dropping a bottle."

When we got home, Dad discussed money with Mom.At that time, my grandma was sick all the year round and was a medicine jar. My dad was the eldest son and had to take care of my grandma.At home, there were only more than 3000 yuan, which was still the tuition fee prepared for me.

Dad said: "Then I'll borrow some, and I can still borrow 1 yuan."

I feel very complicated in my heart, and I feel sorry for my parents, although they didn't mention me.

At that time, I was really good at studying. Our place is small, there are only elementary school and junior high school, regardless of your nine-year compulsory education, if you want to continue your studies, you have to go to the city, and those who are not good enough can go to high school, and those who are not good enough can go to middle school Specialize.I was in the top [-] of my grade, and the names of those who were admitted to No. [-] Middle School were all posted on the bulletin board in the square, like the titles on the gold list, with a particularly long face.My parents had just been happy all morning, and this happened in the evening.I felt that it couldn't be over like this, and the blood kept racing in my heart. To be honest, I wanted to kill Xiao Hai and Ma Liang. [

I know Dad very well, he is very soft, just like me.But the reputation is really good, and everyone is willing to lend him money.An hour later, he came back, put a wad of money in the crevice of the cabinet, talked with my mother for a while, and fell asleep.

I stayed up all night and didn't know what happened to my father and mother. Anyway, I kept hearing them sigh, and I didn't know if it was talking in sleep.

Early the next morning, I started looking for knives, all kinds of knives.As long as I can find it, I will take it out and feel it, switchblade knife, fruit knife, kitchen knife, these are the ones at home.In the end I chose the switchblade and put it in my pocket.I don't want to do anything, but I just want to hold it and give myself courage and confidence.Because I am so cowardly.

Really, the temperature of the knife is icy cold, but it can give people courage.I put it in my pocket, and my heart felt a lot more at ease.Just thinking, if it really doesn't work, just stab him with a knife and let him chop the ball!But just thinking about it, I know myself too well...

Just like that, the atmosphere at home was very depressing all day.Finally at night, there was almost no talking at home.

My dad kept staring at the door.At that time, my family lived in an old-fashioned bungalow with a yard, and the gate of the yard was open, waiting for Xiaohai to come.After a while someone came in.My dad stood up and walked towards the door. I could see that his legs were shaking a little.

As a result, the man opened his mouth and said, "Old Zhou, let's have a drink." I was a little dizzy at the time, it wasn't Xiao Hai, but a colleague of my dad's unit. I don't know his full name, and I usually call him Uncle Chao.My dad probably got dizzy too, and said, "Brother Chao, why are you here today? I have something to do today, so let's drink it another day." Uncle Chao didn't agree. Have some wine, come to my house to renew the stall.