A Promising Youth
Chapter 1 Family of Origin
When I was very young, my parents argued every day about trivial things, but the arguments always led to angry looks, pot-busting and even big fights.
My father also loved to drink and beat me when he was drunk, for no reason.
My mother tried to stop him a few times, but then she became so afraid of being beaten by my father that she became numb to it, and it was rightly treated as a family affair.
At that time, I was really scared, especially when it was thundering and raining, I even wrapped myself in the blanket and went to sleep under the bed.
In the countryside, there were especially many ghost and god cults. The old people spread that thunder was from heaven to split the little ghost, who loved to hide in children's houses and took the disobedient children to the eighteen levels of hell.
I didn't think I was an obedient child, otherwise how could my father beat me every day?
So since childhood, I have been particularly timid and sensitive, living every day with trepidation and afraid to come into contact with anyone.
I had an elder brother, a year older than me, but our personalities and treatment from our parents were different.
My brother was a smooth talker, very good at making my parents happy. He was never scolded but had the best food and best clothes. He bullied me but he was uneducated.
If we didn't look like brothers, I would suspect that I was adopted by my parents.
It wasn't until I went to high school and lived in the school that my life got a little better.
Although I was ignored by my classmates because of my personality, I remained particularly content that at least I didn't have to be beaten every day and live in extreme fear.
high school, all the students complained that the holidays were too short and that they only had one day off a
too long, because
into the night. And early the next morning, I rushed
county, I would not go to Internet cafes, play billiards, or visit supermarkets like other students. Later I found a Xinhua bookstore in which I could read many extracurricular books
happiest time of the month, for it was only by immersing myself in books
into a pretty girl, who looked like a city girl,
we often sat and read together. She brought me fries, and that was the first time in my life, I
eating one, I licked my fingers and
across a
time I couldn't stop the tears while I was reading it, because I felt like it was talking about me, and every word stuck
timid and inferior, causing character defects that will follow the child for the rest of his life and cannot be escaped or
fine after high school and away from my
me was not far away because
white tissue was handed to me by the pretty girl, who half crouched
like heavenly music, more like a sweet spring that poured
wanted to say something to her at that time, but the cowardice and low self-esteem in my bones were so strong that
in our province. She said that she was going
since then. I thought she left
parents began to quarrel after three sentences or fight. If they hated each other so much, why did they
in such a family for a moment. My parents only fed and clothed me, but never gave me any