Saving the Tragic Adonis

When Yin Mingzheng returned home, a pungent smell of wine rushed out.

The 40-square-meter room was converted into two bedrooms and one living room. The living room was very small. The dining table was placed beside the gate, filled with all kinds of sundries and leftovers. If the door was open, anyone could see the situation in the living room.

All the furniture in the room was bought from the second-hand market, and the floor was covered with the worst-quality wooden floor, which had been blistered in many places over the past ten years.

Nobody repaired.

The man was lying on the wooden floor under the sofa, snoring loudly, wine bottles scattered on the floor, and garbage all over the floor.

Yin Mingzheng glanced at the man expressionlessly, and walked into his small room with his schoolbag.

He lived in a cubicle, so small that he could only fit a bed, a tin cabinet, and nothing else. Books and other sundries were piled up on the floor.

Since it is a converted balcony, the windows are very large, and it has to be responsible for drying clothes, so a passageway must be left to allow family members to come in and out to dry.

This remodeled room must be colder in winter and hotter in summer.

Yin Mingzheng didn't care about it before, but as he got older, he had higher requirements for privacy. He could endure the cold winter and heat, but it became more and more unbearable for Zhou Juan to always go in and out of his room to dry clothes.

However, his room is the only balcony in the house, and clothes can only be dried in his room.

A long clothesline hangs in front of the window, full of men's and women's underwear, socks, and underwear.

Yin Mingzheng threw the schoolbag on the bedside table, lay on the bed, looked up and saw the women's underwear on his head. After thinking for a while, he got up and picked up the clothes pole placed by the window, and dried Zhou Juan's underwear on the other end. , put down the clothes pole and lay back on the bed.

With his hands behind his head, and looking at the roof with his eyes open, he thought: I want a room where I can not dry clothes.

It doesn't matter if it's small, it doesn't matter if there is less furniture, it's just his room, the kind that can lock the door without being scolded.

He didn't care that much when he was a child, but now that he's older, he hates others coming in, he hates that the room is full of clothes, underwear, and panties, and he hates that every time Zhou Juan is drying the sheets, he has to step on his bed to help him...

A man yelled from outside.

The familiar voice made Yin Mingzheng have to get up, open the door, pick up the wine bottles on the ground and pile them in the back of the refrigerator, and take them to the junkyard to exchange money on weekends.

In addition to the glass bottles behind the refrigerator, there are also paper shells and plastic bottles that Zhou Juan picked up.

Yin Mingzheng loves cleanliness, and he is responsible for cleaning the house. He hates that pile of garbage very much. However, they need money and can only turn a blind eye.

Sometimes Yin Mingzheng is very annoyed by his slight cleanliness. Although he was born in a poor family, he has a low tolerance for sanitary conditions.

It would be good for Yin Qiang not to cause trouble. It is impossible to go out to make money. In the whole family, only Zhou Juan works odd jobs to support the family. She also pays more than 2,000 mortgages every month. Apart from doing odd jobs to pick up garbage, it is also a way to make money.

Zhou Juan worked very hard.

Every time he sees Zhou Juan coming back very late, Yin Mingzheng is very distressed. He hates having to go to school, and he also goes out to work to share the household for Zhou Juan. Recently, this idea has become stronger and stronger.

For more than ten years, it was my mother who supported the family.

Children from poor families are sensible early, and Yin Mingzheng understands many truths very early, and he is inevitably inferior and sensitive.

He has no money to go to kindergarten, and the children in the community are all bright and beautiful, but he can only wear clothes that others don't want, and he is laughed at for this.

Many times he wondered why his family had to live in Longtan Community.

The house prices here are very expensive, and it is possible to sell it for a less high-end community, and life will be easier, but Yin Qiang is unwilling.

Zhou Juan had mentioned it a few times, but was beaten by Yin Qiang until her nose was bruised, and she scolded her: "You just want to divide my property, don't you? Bitchy woman, you married me for the house, and you won't change your life, don't think I don't. You know, if you sell it and buy it again, half of the house is yours! Well done!"

Whenever Zhou Juan was beaten, the little Yin Mingzheng would rush out to stand in front of Zhou Juan, and was beaten up by Yin Qiang.

After packing up the wine bottle, Yin Mingzheng ignored Yin Qiang who had been yelling and went into the small kitchen to cook.

Yin Mingzheng fastened his apron, pulled out the rice box and packed some rice, washed it and put it in the rice cooker, then went to the living room to open the refrigerator to prepare some dishes.

There are only a few tomatoes, a few eggs, and a handful of wilted side dishes in the refrigerator.

Yin Mingzheng took out tomatoes and eggs with a blank face, and went to the kitchen to make tomato and egg soup.

The lack of food made Yin Mingzheng study hard to cook. If he did not cook well, he would be cursed by Yin Qiang, so among his peers, his cooking skills were very good.

The technique of beating the egg spoon is skillful, hot the pot, sprinkle a little oil, put the eggs in, rotate the wok, turn off the heat, pour the water, and put the sliced ​​tomatoes.

Pour into soup pot.

Then go out and bring in the side dishes and fry them well.

Bending down, he took out a small bowl from the lower cabinet, and left a bowl of soup and vegetables for Zhou Juan, and then went out with tomato egg soup and side dishes.

Yin Qiang drank wine, and he had to eat at one o'clock. He couldn't be late.

Zhou Juan works odd jobs outside. The average time to go home is after eight o'clock, sometimes eleven or twelve, so they don't eat together.

Father and son ate in silence, without saying a word.

After eating, Yin Qiang lay down on the sofa and watched TV. He held the remote control and pressed it one by one.

Yin Mingzheng glanced at him in disgust, tidied up the dining table, cleaned the floor, and then went to the master bedroom and threw the two people's clothes into the washing machine in the bathroom before letting out a sigh of relief.

The older he grew up and the more he knew about Yin Qiang, the more he hated everything here.

He once asked Zhou Juan why he didn't get a divorce.

Zhou Juan said: "If you get divorced, you are a child without a father."

He added, "We're divorced, we don't have a house to live in."

He also said, "I won't divorce because of you."

Yin Mingzheng thought: Don't **** for me, it's better to leave for my sake, so that one day I can't bear to hack that **** to death!

It's past eight o'clock when I finish the housework.

Yin Mingzheng went back to the room and closed the door, took out the table on the bed and started to do his homework.

In the past, the place where he did his homework was in the living room, but Yin Qiang was either drinking and making loud noises, or turning on the TV so loudly that he couldn't do his homework, so he saved money to buy a bed table, Taobao was only 17 yuan ago, it was cheap .

Put two pieces of paper in your ears, the world is much quieter.

Around nine o'clock, Zhou Juan came back and talked to Yin Qiang. Not knowing what to say, he suddenly screamed.

Yin Mingzheng hurriedly tore off the toilet paper in his ears, jumped out of bed, and rushed out like a rabbit.

In the living room, Yin Qiang had already grabbed Zhou Juan's hair and started beating, bowing left and right, and the fan clattered on Zhou Juan's face.

Seeing this scene, Yin Mingzheng's eyes turned red, he pushed Yin Qiang away, pulled Zhou Juan up and roared, "Don't hit my mother!"

"Damn it! I'm **** @%￥#%￥..." Yin Qiang staggered back, his legs hit the corner of the coffee table, his face twisted in pain, he rushed towards Yin Mingzheng in a rage, and started to beat the mother and son.

Yin Mingzheng protected Zhou Juan and ducked in the living room.

He wanted to resist, but he was only a 14-year-old boy who had been malnourished for a long time and was very thin. He was no match for Yin Qiang, who was 1.8 meters tall. Called: "Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

But did not dare to go.

The process became routine again: Zhou Juan somehow provoked Yin Qiang—Yin Qiang beats Zhou Juan—Yin Mingzheng helped—Yin Qiang let go of Zhou Juan and beat Yin Mingzheng—Yin Mingzheng was beaten badly.

Young people have strong resilience. In the end, Yin Qiang was worried that Yin Mingzheng was his own kind, and he would not be particularly cruel. Therefore, Yin Mingzheng had not been in the hospital several times over the years. Even if he was beaten, he would still be able to go to school the next day.

It's just that his blue nose and swollen face always make people misunderstand that he is fighting in the society. Gradually, his reputation is getting worse and worse, and the rumors are particularly outrageous.

In addition, he dyed his hair with yellow hair, which further confirmed his reputation as a hooligan.

I don't know why today, but Yin Mingzheng resisted very fiercely.

He felt that he was in the first year of junior high, and he was not a primary school chicken, so he would definitely be able to beat Yin Qiang.

The father and son scuffled on the sofa. During the struggle, Yin Mingzheng actually pushed Yin Qiang back into the sofa and punched him twice in the face.

"stop!"

Zhou Juan was frightened, and hurriedly stepped forward to hold Yin Mingzheng.

Yin Mingzheng took a deep breath and stood up, with unprecedented high-spiritedness, and let out harsh words, "Yin Qiang, if you hit my mother again, I will hit you!"

Yin Qiang was beaten by his son, stood up incredulously, and then suddenly kicked Yin Mingzheng's stomach.

Yin Mingzheng was kicked back and fell to the ground.

Yin Qiang was furious, grabbed the wine bottle on the coffee table and threw it at Yin Mingzheng.

Yin Mingzheng dodged, the wine bottle flew out along the only small window in the living room, and fell downstairs, and then he heard a pop, and several people screamed in surprise.

"Broken!" Zhou Juan blurted out, jumping to the small window to look down.

Yin Qiang was also taken aback, seeing Zhou Juan sticking out his head, pulling her back with a pale face, giving her a slap, and roaring, "You **** think others don't know that you threw it? Stick your head out!"

Yin Mingzheng turned pale in pain. Seeing that he was beating Zhou Juan again, he gritted his teeth and got up and pushed him away, "Don't beat my mother!"

The two scuffled again.

Zhou Juan didn't dare to go up and pull it, so she just screamed, "Stop hitting! Stop hitting!"

Just then, the doorbell rang.

The three people in the room were silent at the same time, and no one moved.

The doorbell continued to ring, tirelessly, not giving up until the goal was achieved.

Afterwards, the door was slapped hard, signaling the anger of the visitor.

Yin Qiang let go of Yin Mingzheng and motioned Zhou Juan to open the door with his eyes.

Zhou Juan opened the door tremblingly and saw Shu Ning and Dad Shu standing at the door at a glance.

Papa Shu wears a big gold chain, has a bald head, a face full of flesh, and his biceps can scare people to death.

As soon as Zhou Juan saw him, her calf was spinning, "What, what?"

Dad Shu said gloomily, "You threw the wine bottle just now?"