we are bad boys

Although my father is strict and unsmiling to me, and he doesn't talk to me about family affairs, but since I was a child, he has never slapped me because he has no time at all and is busy all day long.

Most of the time, he buys, sells, orders, and rushes about for my future, for my tuition fees... thinking about how much is the latest refrigerator, how much is the latest TV... I hope that one day when I get married, he will exchange the money he has saved over the years for various household appliances... and move them into my new house one by one...

Today he hit me for the first time, so hard that the corners of my mouth swelled up, and blood flowed from my gums, because this mouth contained anger, surprise, and too many emotions... ....

"Dad, I was wrong... I was wrong...!" I lowered my head, not because I was wronged, but because I didn't dare to look at his expression or look into his eyes.

"Reform" well, you are no longer a boy, you are a man, you have to pay punishment for your behavior, you have me at home, don't worry!! I brought you some books, I will store them for you later!" My dad stretched out his callused right hand and patted my shoulder hard. Before he said the word transformation, there was a gap of four or five seconds...he never thought about these two words, he would say them to his son .

I know my dad's character. When he stretched out his arm and slapped me hard on the face, it meant that he could forgive me, and he was not disappointed in me. He sent me a book, and it also showed that he loved me. My love and faith never fade...

"Tread...!"

There was a sound of footsteps, and my mother came over, holding a cloth bag in her hand, and stretched out her arm to touch my slightly swollen cheek.

When my mother's fingertips touched my cheek, her tears could no longer be restrained, and flowed down the corners of her eyes.

"You say you kid... why are you so courageous... I heard that everyone in the prison is very vicious... you go in and suffer a little, you must bear it,...don't make trouble anymore, Go in and eat on time...it's cold, need an extra dress...I brought you some cakes, I baked them myself, you have hypoglycemia, bring it, remember to eat some in the morning..... "My mother had a strange expression and was crying sadly, but she spoke very fast and in such a low voice that only I could hear it.

My mother's rambling words, I used to be annoyed when I heard them, but for some reason, today I am very worried... I feel very sorry for them. I have grown up and grown up, but I am more annoying to them than when I was young. worry......

Four middle-aged men and women, standing at the gate of the public security hospital, "practice" for their son who has been raised for more than 20 years! ! !

And this kind of mood of practice, others can't understand at all, because they have to see their children with their own eyes, being taken away by the police and sent to the detention center! !

Wang Mumu's parents were also talking to him, and Jichangzi, who had run away from home a long time ago, hadn't contacted his family for many years, so he was standing not far away, smiling silly, looking at us .

"Hurry up and go!!" The middle-aged guard said something urgently, and then pushed me.

"Big brother... let me and my son... say a few more words... just a few words!!" My mother has never been in contact with the police in her life, and she doesn't understand the truth about it. He took out a wrinkled few hundred yuan and stuffed it into the guard's hand.

"Stop talking nonsense!!" The guard frowned and roared, then roughly pushed my mother's arm away.

"Hold...!!"

"Clang clang...!"

I cursed, and was about to walk over with red eyes. The sixty-pound shackles made a sound on the ground, and my dad held my wrist tightly like a steel clamp.

"Go, make a good renovation...we...wait for you to come home!" My dad looked at me and said in a hoarse voice.

"Let's go!" The guard pushed me hard again, then dragged the three of us and walked towards the police.

The steps are about 50 meters away from the car escorting the prisoners. These 50 meters are the most difficult path in my 20 years of life! !The hardest way to go! !

Every time I take a step, I have to look back, every time I look back, I feel different! !

I looked at my parents carefully. In my impression, my father was a strong man in the Northeast who would sit shirtless and drink in the kitchen in summer! !My mother is a beautiful woman who has a bright temper and loves to play mahjong! !

But when I look at them today, I don't have this feeling at all! !

Years are ruthless, like a knife! !

In the past 20 years, I have never looked at them carefully. I have never quietly chatted with them except holding the computer and hanging out with friends when I go home!

When I looked back at them today, I realized that their temples had turned white, and their beautiful and handsome cheeks were already showing a little bit of vicissitudes...

My mother used to be so enviable that she wanted to pick up her figure, but she has become more and more stooped... The years have left wrinkles on her flowery face...

And my father's figure is still tall and straight! !The appearance is still firm! !But the sound of coughing came from time to time! !And hands that are constantly shaking due to excessive alcohol! !They are telling me that this man who is like a mountain in my heart is nearly fifty years old... he is no longer young.

Today, they are standing on the steps, looking at their son from a distance, while my mother is still holding the wrinkled hundreds of dollars in her hand, she is crying and staring at me intently.

The moment I gave way to the prison car, I jumped down abruptly, turned around suddenly, and bent my knees unconsciously! !

"Peng!!"

With a plop, I knelt on the ground, leaving a row of tooth marks on my lip that I had been biting, with tears of guilt in my eyes, I ran my head and knocked it on the hard concrete floor! !

"Boom!!"

My arms are behind my back, I have no fulcrum, and it is difficult to get up, but I still bite my lip, fall to the ground again and again, and get up firmly again and again! ! !

"Boom!!"

"Boom!!"

"Mom and Dad... wait for me to go home!! I love you!" I yelled out the words I haven't said in 20 years, the words that came late, the words in my heart, the words of guilt...

With the support of the guards, I stood up and took a longing look at the middle-aged couple standing under the solemn police badge. Then I got into the police car and went to the city's Public Security Bureau, No. [-] Detention Center.

ps: Salute to this chapter!All parents in the world! ! !