Yang Haozhong was born in a working family and had experienced the suffering of the bottom of society since he was young.
The clothes he was wearing were all made by his mother. When he was young, he was not sensible and thought that the floral cloth was beautiful. He took the strange looks of others as envy. His mother always told him, Look at how envious they are of you. Look at how beautiful this flowery dress you're wearing! As he grew older, he began to understand what those eyes meant. He hated that gaze, hated his own stupidity for not being able to differentiate between beauty and ugliness.
Yang Haozhong knew that no matter how hard his parents worked, it was still impossible for them to earn much money. Father Yang had always been a good-for-nothing in the eyes of others. Other than sighing about his bad luck, all he could do was escape. Therefore, in front of the young and beautiful Mother Yang, he was always submissive and humble. All he could do was insult and beat Yang Haozhong when Mother Yang was not at home.
In the first semester of the first grade of elementary school, Yang Haozhong came home with a report card that had just passed. When Father Yang saw the pitiful 60 marks on the report card, he immediately roared angrily,"Little bastard, have you f * cking read all the way to your asshole? Every day I see you study until eleven or twelve o'clock. Are you wasting my electricity to hatch birds?!”
Yang Haozhong's tall and thin body shrank in fear. He lowered his head and did not make a sound. He did not dare to breathe loudly.
"Look at you. You don't even know how to fart.”
Father Yang picked up the red student handbook on the table and threw it at Yang Haozhong. The booklet was very thin. Father Yang used too much force and smashed it on the corner of Yang Haozhong's eye. Yang Haozhong grimaced and covered it with his hand. With an innocent gaze, he watched his father's fierce and ferocious appearance.
"Damn it, you still dare to glare at me!" Father Yang dashed over like a mad dog, reaching out his hand to strike Yang Haozhong's head. Father Yang was a blacksmith and had extraordinary physical strength. How could the strength in his hands be withstood by Yang Haozhong, a child who was still wet behind the ears? He was immediately hit until he saw stars and was dizzy. As the saying went, a cornered dog would jump over a wall. In a daze, Yang Haozhong instinctively grabbed his father's hand that was waving at him again and suddenly bit down hard. Father Yang's hand twitched and retracted. He ignored the blood flowing from the bite on his hand and cursed even more crazily. He seemed to still feel that the beating was not enough. He suddenly grabbed the half cigarette butt in his mouth and branded it on Yang Haozhong's tender arm.
Chi chi…His flesh was charred, and white smoke rose. Yang Haozhong smelled a charred smell.
" Ah…" Yang Haozhong, who had been silent at first, suddenly cried out. Father Yang was stunned for a moment. Suddenly, he seemed to have woken up from a nightmare and stood there motionless. Yang Haozhong collapsed to the ground after escaping from the tiger's mouth.
Father Yang looked at his son who was lying on the ground with a complicated and resentful gaze. He reached out to help him up. Yang Haozhong curled up in the corner in fear and bit his lips tightly, refusing to let his extremely cruel father get close.
The excruciating pain caused Yang Haozhong to faint temporarily. Father Yang hurriedly carried his son back to the bed and checked his son's injuries slightly. There was no big deal, just a small flesh wound. When Yang Haozhong woke up, he found himself lying on a small bed. The room was so dark that they couldn't even see their own fingers. Yang Haozhong listened to the sound of things being smashed outside, followed by Mother Yang's sharp and ear-piercing roar.
"Why did you beat the child up like that? If you have the guts, go outside and be fierce! You're such a bear outside! When she comes back, she will vent her anger on the child." Mother Yang scolded fiercely.
"He just passed the exam, so he doesn't even have enough money to buy a pencil. She was only in the first grade. If she didn't discipline her strictly, who knew what would happen in the future?”Father Yang spoke eloquently. In his opinion, a dutiful son would be born under the rod. It was only natural for him to beat and scold.
"At the very least, he passed the exam and is better than an idiot like you. Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself first? Look at yourself first. Don't you dare to come back with that lousy salary every month?”Women always knew where a man's most painful spot was, and then they would find the weakest spot and step on it with the most vicious and vicious force until it was flattened.
"You don't have to care about my son. You can't even care about yourself! Who cares? If I were you, I would have committed suicide long ago. I'm really blind. Even a rag-picker is better than you.”
Yang Haozhong, who was lying quietly on the bed, could guess his mother's expression when she quarreled. Mother Yang was always scary when she was fierce. This made him know from a young age that no matter how beautiful a woman was, she was also ugly when she was angry.
Father Yang's refutation and sophistry suddenly disappeared. Yang Haozhong knew that his mother had already used a sure-kill move to block his mouth.
The pain in his arm made Yang Haozhong hate his father since he was young. The relationship between father and son also began to thin from then on. But he didn't know why, but some inexplicable feelings still remained in the depths of his heart. When he was young, he didn't understand. It was only after he grew up that he understood that it was compassion and sympathy.
Yang Haozhong was still young. He was not even eight years old, but he had just turned seven. He could not hold back the tears that flowed out of his eyes. He looked at himself in the mirror and said," Don't cry anymore. Crying is useless. When I grow up, I will make my father regret it." As he spoke, tears flowed down his face as he smiled.
Yang Haozhong later suspected that he had a split personality disorder. From then on, he became a strange person who cried and laughed at the same time.
In the years that followed, Father Yang firmly believed that he was right to hit his son that time. Ever since then, his son's results had been surprisingly good and he had always been among the best in school. The good results of his studies had also brought Yang Haozhong many unexpected honors, such as being able to use his certificate to paint the broken wall of their house. Father Yang was extremely proud. He proudly told others how he had successfully educated his son to embark on the path of success. The pro-Yang, who had been mediocre all his life, finally had something to be proud of. He often said things like,"My son got first place again" in front of his colleagues and neighbors. On the surface, others expressed their envy, but behind their backs, they kept laughing at Old Man Yang for being a fool who married such a young and beautiful wife and raised such a good son. The more vicious idlers asked, why did that young and beautiful woman marry Old Man Yang, this useless man? That son was simply someone else's bastard.
This world was really perverted. When they couldn't have it, they would slander others and use vicious eyes to slander others. Saying those vicious words seemed to give him some pleasure. After growing up, Yang Haozhong realized that his excellent grades at that time were just self-consolation for his family. It could not change the essence, just like Su Shi wrote in the poem "Shuidiao Ge Tou","I want to go back with the wind, but I am afraid that the high place is too cold."”In key schools, there were not many children at the bottom of society. Most of the children had parents who were high-ranking officials or children of successful businessmen. A child like Yang Haozhong was as humble as a straw in the middle of them. He tried his best to keep a low profile and did not want to have too much contact with others. Other than reading, he silently watched others. Perhaps many scholars in the past were like him. It was useless to study well. What was important was whether you had the status to make friends with the upper class.
The homeroom teacher didn't seem to like him either, probably because his parents didn't bring her any benefits. He was arranged to sit in the corner of the classroom. This was exactly what he wanted. He could sit at the back and secretly observe others without being noticed. Other than hearing the unfamiliar name Yang Haozhong during the final exams, no one would notice the lonely boy who wore a navy blue school uniform that was not clear if it was dirty or not.
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