Saving the Tragic Adonis

After packing up the wine bottle, Yin Mingzheng ignored Yin Qiáng 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 without expression, 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 qiáng, so among his peers, his cooking skills were very good.

The technique of beating the egg spoon is skillful. Spicy the pot, sprinkle a little oil, put the egg in it, 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 closet, left a bowl of soup and a bowl of vegetables for Zhou Juan, and then went out with the tomato, egg soup and side dishes.

Yin Qiáng drank wine, and as soon as the hour came, he had to eat, he couldn't be late, he would be furious when he was 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 Qiáng lay down on the sofa and watched TV, holding the remote control and pressing 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 Qiáng, 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 fuck for me, it's better to leave for my sake, so that one day I can't bear to hack that bastard to death!

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

Yin Mingzheng returned to the room and closed the door, took out the room and put it on the table and started to do his homework.

In the past, the place where he did his homework was in the living room, but Yin Qiáng 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 and bought a room to serve on the table. 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 Qiáng. Not knowing what to say, he suddenly screamed.

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

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

Seeing this scene, Yin Mingzheng's eyes were red, he pushed Yin Qiáng away, and pulled Zhou Juan up to roar, "Don't hit my mother!"

"Damn it! I'm fucking @%￥#%￥..." Yin qiáng 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 was 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 Qiáng—Yin Qiáng beat Zhou Juan—Yin Mingzheng helped—Yin Qiáng let go of Zhou Juan and beat Yin Mingzheng—Yin Mingzheng was beaten badly.

The resilience of young people is strong, Yin Qiáng is worried that Yin Mingzheng is his own kind, and he will not be particularly ruthless, so Yin Mingzheng has not been in the hospital several times over the years, even if he is beaten, he can still 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 huáng 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, not elementary school, and he would definitely be able to beat Yin Qiáng.

The father and son scuffled on the sofa, and while struggling, Yin Mingzheng actually pushed Yin Qiáng 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 qiáng, if you hit my mother again, I will hit you!"

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

Yin Mingzheng was kicked back and fell to the ground.

Yin Qiáng 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 Qiáng was also taken aback, seeing Zhou Juan sticking out her head, pulling her back eagerly with a pale face, and rewarding her with a slap.

He slapped and roared, "You fucking think people don't know you threw it? You fucking 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 hit my mother!"