In the fourth grade of primary school, there were too many homework at that time, and I couldn't finish it. I feel that the teacher assigns homework just to assign homework! I never thought about how many. I can't finish it until midnight every day. If it is really finished, it is estimated that it will be written at four or five o'clock! The teacher does not check whether it is completed, only the quantity!

I remember there seemed to be a wheat vacation at that time. At that time, the school had to organize students to pick up wheat in the field, and everyone had to pay 20 kilograms of wheat at the beginning of school! That homework is more than you know! I didn't write a word, and I wrote the most at the beginning of the semester in our class. At that time, I wrote 57 copies of Da Zhou's diary (the homework was not finished). This is still an optical Chinese homework, and mathematics is not too much. There are dozens of papers and 30 wrong questions in previous exams! Painful memories!

In this case, I had a strong feeling of being tired of learning, so I skipped school and escaped for four days. The fourth day, my father found out and hit me with slippers. My father beat me while crying, and finally my sister called my grandmother to save me! I don't know what it's like, so I slept on my stomach for a week and stood in class!

But I think I deserve a beating! After my father hit me, I defended myself. My father also asked my classmates that I would never do my homework again. Father has also communicated with the teacher, which is useless. My father gave me the right not to do my homework in the fourth grade!

I will never forget a fat beating. I remember going to my uncle's house. In rural areas, many people have new houses and old houses. I played with my cousin, but I was prevented from being with adults. Then I went to play in my uncle's old house, which was set on fire.

The whole family, no, the whole village is trying to put out the fire. After that, my cousin and I went back to our new house. Hey, nobody can beat me. My uncle said that I was covered in dirt. Go and change, and wait for me to undress.

Lying in the trough ... have any of you ever experienced the pain of being pulled out by a belt ... damn, scaring us to take off our clothes gave us a chance to touch the belt.

Share your impression, the biggest blow is the real ass.

The first time was during the Spring Festival. I took a group of children younger than me to a two-story platform without guardrails. When my grandfather saw me, my father rushed down and hit me.

My dad couldn't stop his eyes from turning red, but my grandfather finally stopped him. My mother said I slept on my stomach for a long time. My father hit me once when I was a child.

The second time, when I was a child, I went out to play with my neighbor's children for an afternoon. I didn't say hello to my family. He has been eager to find me for a long time. When I came back, he asked me where I had been, but I was still very naughty.

He said I was going to Beijing, but he suddenly grabbed a broom and hit me.

I remember when I was a child, when I was seven or eight years old, I followed my grandmother to my neighbor's aunt's house to play. When I got home after the game, my aunt came to tell my dad that I stole her moisturizer. My dad asked me if I had it. I said I didn't take it, and my dad said I didn't take it, because I really didn't. My dad was so angry that he hit me on the head with a billiard ball or something. Another neighbor's uncle told my dad to stop playing, saying that he beat me silly. My dad coaxed me into admitting that I took it again. I can't admit it even if I die, because I didn't take it! Finally, my dad went to my neighbor's aunt's house and asked her to take an oath with me in the temple. My uncle told my dad not to hit me again, and told my dad not to listen to his wife's nonsense. My aunt said not to curse in the temple and asked my uncle to go, but she didn't go in the end. The next day, my aunt told my mother where my sister-in-law's moisturizer was! A few days later, menstruation met my mother, and she said that my grandmother asked her to say that I stole her moisturizer. Up to now, I don't know whether grandma asked her to say it or she said it herself. Anyway, she framed me and wronged me vividly, and I will never forget it until I die. Because it was the most painful beating in my life.

When I was a child, fighting was a mixture of youthful passion and evil. It's like a bomb exploding inside. Innocent anger and the ambition of "sweeping away all kinds of monsters" are not fucking fuel-efficient lights, they are all for who is going to be bombed or who is going to beat the dog's head. Yelling is yelling, and serious people dare not do it. It's like waving a bench in a hurry, but a man who always fights knows how to leave his hand behind.

Fists, sticks and stones are our tools for weighing hands.

Then, I often float around in the rivers and lakes, and there is no one who doesn't get a knife.

I remember in high school, when I was a girl who grew up savagely, but that day I went out to buy daily necessities with Bai Wei's classmates, and I was in a bad mood less than ten minutes after school, because we met two groups of hippie boys in succession, and these people were really bored. Even if you want to pursue girls, you should have some literary accomplishment. Say "Hey, classmate, how about making friends?" "

Isn't this death? I finally couldn't help it. I threw the freshly baked cream cake in a slightly darker man's face. That guy didn't expect me to have such a bad chess game, but he stood there. I took structure.baiwei, turned to leave.

Who knows that just out of the den, and into the den, the man's girlfriend just appeared in the back, and when she saw all this, she was furious.

Before the fight, there was a saliva and the last saliva.

She and her classmates swarmed around Bai Wei and me. She grabbed my collar and said with a strong southern Hunan accent, "Who dares to touch me?" Where did you climb out? Have you ever heard of me? "

I don't show weakness, sneering: "Fuck you, I don't care who you are. Classmate, are you tired of living? Who are you challenging? If you refuse to let us find a place to practice alone, you can choose any home powder, whether it's a bench or a stick, and whoever dares to go is the grandson ... "

I looked at a group of them. At the ratio of 8: 2, Bai Wei is an expert in running 100 meters, which means that our side has been completely defeated in quantity and quality.

I keep telling myself from the bottom of my heart, Yincang, you are a smart man, you can survive, and you can survive with more brains. You want reality, and reality is no longer arrogant, and I can live.

I began to implement my plan with eloquence and passion: "You are besieging two students, not only students, but also a student with excellent academic performance, not only the daughter of the police, not only the daughter of the police, but also the future talents of the country!" Or a classmate in your school! "

They just looked at me, as if listening to the gobbledygook.

Silence, don't be silent, don't be silent when you need to scream, live.

These social youths are sometimes easy to coax. They make a little noise.

I know very well that this battle needs to be done quickly and can't give people room to react. I quickly pulled Cynthia, ready to leave in a group of people.

But that woman pulled me firmly and rudely, and my face was radiant with a strange expression of disappointment and having to resist. At the same time, I picked up a stick for a rainy day.

If you really fight, you will find that I am an idealist.

This woman is too cunning to stand up. She called her cousin. I have to deal with a guy who is too big to be from Hunan. Bai Wei can't handle it, and neither can I.

I bluffed at the man and said, "Hey, do you know, Bai Wei's police daughter, you just hit Director Bai! He will give you a' card-step-stick-hook', put your hands up! "

That big man, like a mentally retarded citizen, is a little afraid of the police station. He stood at attention blankly. I hit it with a stick and the guy cocked his head. I hit him on the shoulder, and then this guy took the stick.

I quickly called: "I am also the daughter of the police, wait a minute!" " Structure. Cynanchum atratum ... "

Structure.baiwei should be standing behind me in a safe position. When holding a stick, my eyes were completely dark.

At this time, two uniformed policemen passed by here on bicycles. Seeing this, they got off the bus and stopped.

When the unreasonable woman saw the police coming, she immediately dispersed, and the two policemen roared and chased each other separately.

Back to school at night, I tight face, structure.baiwei helped me back to the dormitory. My roommate wowed at the excitement of my skull, as if my skull had become a more interesting landscape.

I, Yin Cangmo, studied hard at the cold window when I was eighteen, and got good grades. However, the reality is that I sprinted for the college entrance examination and waved a stick hard to break someone's head, but I was scooped up by my own stick. Fate seems to wander in every corner. It says, I'm teasing you.

I remember being beaten the hardest when I was four years old, because I beat a child in kindergarten.

My father believes in the educational model of "filial son comes out under the stick". I was beaten since I was a child, and it was cruel as long as I was beaten. Because of my father's work, I moved from the countryside to the city at the age of four and went to kindergarten.

Because I grew up in the countryside before I was four years old, I was wilder than the children in the kindergarten city, and I fought very hard. At that time, I was in a small class and became famous in two weeks. Then a very powerful middle-class child came and shouted, I beat him all over his face with scratches.

His parents certainly didn't want to go directly to the kindergarten, and the kindergarten called my dad again. My father apologized to his parents, then kicked me directly and hit me with a broom. At that time, I cried so badly that I scared both the teacher and the parent, and kept stopping my dad, and the parent didn't pursue it.

Later, my dad told me how to explain to my parents if I didn't beat them so hard.

I'm actually a good girl. Growing up, my parents never worried about my study. Every time I basically try to finish my homework at school, you can play and watch TV when you get home. But once, because of one thing, I was beaten by my mother.

At that time, it should be the third and fourth grades of primary school. At that time, I got entangled with a male classmate because of a small matter. I have forgotten the specific reason. The two men started fighting and chased each other in the classroom. I chased it several times, but no one caught up. I lost my mind when I saw a small pair of scissors on the table. I took it and threw it at him. I regret it after all, but unfortunately. My arm was scratched and I lost some blood. The classmate called the class teacher. I was confused and panicked. The teacher sent the male students to the infirmary. Fortunately, the injury was not serious, and then I called my parents. Then my mother came and apologized to the other parents. When I got home, she gave me a good beating. This is one of the few scenes where I was beaten. Beating really hurts. I ignored my mother for a long time after that.

But now I understand my mother. If I hadn't received a good education at that time, this kind of thing might happen again in the future. If I hurt someone seriously, it's over!

What I remember most is that I spent nearly a week in the third grade of primary school. Go to school on time in the morning, run out of school after a class and go to the nearest electrical appliance city to play street fighter. On the last day, I was playing with a classmate older than me, PK Street Fighter, as if the role in the game was myself. In a fierce operation, I won, let alone how proud I am. Who knows, suddenly someone grabbed my ear from behind and pulled it back. Looking back, it was my mother. I still remember my mother's terrible eyes and ferocious face. On the way home, my head was numb, my hands and feet trembled, and I completely fell into the end of the world. When I got home, my mother prepared a big wooden stick from nowhere and hit me right on the ass. At that time, my ass was numb, and then the pain spread to the brain nerve with the coccyx. Now that I have my own child, sometimes I want to beat him when I get angry. If the child is born in a civilized and harmonious society, I can't bear it. How time flies! If time can slow down, I will make my parents happy and won't make you angry again.