When Yin Mingzheng returned home, a pungent smell of alcohol rushed out.
The 40-square-meter room was converted into two bedrooms and one living room. The living room was very small, and the dining table was placed by the door, 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, with many places blistered and warped over the past ten years.
Nobody fixes it.
Man lying on wooden floor under sofa, snoring loudly, wine bottles scattered on floor, litter all over the floor.
Yin Mingzheng glanced at the man expressionlessly, and walked into his small room with his schoolbag.
He lives in a cubicle, which is so small that there is only room for a bed and a metal cabinet, and the rest can no longer be put in. Books and other sundries are all piled up on the floor.
Since it is a partition converted from a balcony, the windows are particularly large, and it is responsible for drying clothes, so a passage has to be left for the family members to come in and out to dry.
Such remodeled rooms must be colder in winter and hotter in summer.
Yin Mingzheng didn't care about it before, but as he got older, his requirements for privacy became higher and higher. He could endure the cold winter and scorching heat, but it became increasingly unbearable for Zhou Juan to always go in and out of his room to dry clothes.
However, his room is the only balcony at home, and clothes can only be hung in his room.
A long clothes-drying pole stretches in front of the windows, full of men's and women's underwear, socks, and underwear.
Yin Mingzheng threw his schoolbag on the bedside table and lay on the bed. When he looked up, he saw the women's underwear on his head. After thinking for a while, he got up and picked up the clothes rail by the window, and dried Zhou Juan's underwear to the other side , before putting down the clothes pole and lying back on the bed again.
With his hands folded behind his head and his eyes open looking at the roof, he thought: I want a room where I don’t have to hang clothes.
It doesn't matter if it's small, it doesn't matter if there is less furniture, it only belongs to his room, the kind that can lock the door without being scolded.
When I was young, I didn't care that much, but now that I'm older, he hates other people coming in, hates the room full of clothes, underwear, and underwear, hates Zhou Juan stepping on his bed every time she drys the sheets...
A man shouted and cursed from outside.
The familiar voice forced Yin Mingzheng to get up, open the door, pick up the wine bottles on the floor and pile them up behind the refrigerator, and wait until the weekend to take them to the waste station to exchange for money.
In addition to the glass bottles, there are paper shells and plastic bottles picked up by Zhou Juan at the back of the refrigerator. They are messy and full, and it is completely a garbage station.
Yin Mingzheng loves to be clean, and he is responsible for cleaning the house. He hates the pile of rubbish very much, but they need money, so they can only turn a blind eye.
Sometimes Yin Mingzheng is annoyed by his slight obsession with cleanliness. Although he was born in a poor family, he has little tolerance for sanitary conditions.
Yin Qiang would be fine if he didn’t cause trouble. It’s impossible to go out to make money. Zhou Juan is the only one in the family who does odd jobs to support the family. She also pays more than 2,000 yuan in monthly mortgage payments. Apart from doing odd jobs, picking up trash is also a means of making money.
Zhou Juan worked very hard.
Every time he saw Zhou Juan coming back very late, Yin Mingzheng felt very distressed. He wished he had to go to school and go out to work to share the household expenses for Zhou Juan. Recently, this idea became more and more intense.
For more than ten years, it was my mother who supported the family.
Children from poor families are sensible early on, and Yin Mingzheng learned a lot of truths early on, but he also inevitably has low self-esteem and sensitivity.
He has no money to go to kindergarten, and all the children in the community are glamorous, 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 housing prices here are very expensive, and it is completely possible to sell it and change to a less high-end residential area, and life will be easier, but Yin Qiang is not willing.
Zhou Juan mentioned it a few times, and was beaten up by Yin Qiang until her nose was bruised and her face was swollen. She scolded her: "You just want to share my property, don't you? Bitch, you married me back then for the house. You know, if you sell it and buy it again, half of the house will be yours! Well calculated!"
Whenever Zhou Juan was beaten, little Yin Mingzheng would rush out to block Zhou Juan, and was beaten up by Yin Qiang.
After packing up the wine bottles, Yin Mingzheng ignored Yin Qiang who kept yelling and went into the small kitchen to cook.
Yin Mingzheng tied up his apron, pulled out a rice box and put some rice in it, cleaned it up and put it in the rice cooker, then went to the living room and opened the refrigerator, ready to cook something.
There are only a few tomatoes, a few eggs, and a handful of wilted side dishes in the refrigerator.
Yin Mingzheng took out the tomatoes and eggs expressionlessly, and went to the kitchen to make tomato and egg soup.
The lack of food made Yin Mingzheng work hard to learn cooking skills. If he did not cook well, he would be scolded by Yin Qiang. Therefore, among his peers, his cooking skills are very good.
The skill of beating the egg spoon is skillful, the pot is spicy, sprinkle some oil, put the eggs in, turn the frying pan, turn off the heat, pour water, and put the chopped tomatoes.
Take the pot and pour it into the soup basin.
Then go out and bring in the side dishes and fry them.
He bent down and took out a small bowl from the lower cabinet, left a bowl of soup and a bowl of vegetables for Zhou Juan, and then went out with tomato and egg soup and side dishes.
After Yin Qiang drank, he had to eat as soon as it was o'clock, and he couldn't be late, otherwise he would lose his temper.
Zhou Juan works part-time jobs outside the home, and the average time to go home is after eight o'clock, sometimes eleven or twelve o'clock, so they don't eat together.
The father and son ate in silence without saying a word.
After eating, Yin Qiang lay down on the sofa to watch TV, pressed and pressed the remote control, and laughed while pressing it, but he didn't know what he was laughing at!
Yin Mingzheng gave him a disgusted look, cleared the dining table, swept the floor, went to the master bedroom and threw the clothes they changed into the washing machine in the bathroom, before letting out a sigh of relief.
The more he grows up and the more he understands Yin Qiang, the more he hates everything here.
He once asked Zhou Juan why she didn't get a divorce.
Zhou Juan said: "If you are 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 fucking do it for me, it's better for me to leave, lest one day I can't bear to hack that bastard to death!
It's past eight o'clock after finishing the housework.
Yin Mingzheng went back to the room and closed the door, took out the bed table and started to do homework.
In the past, he used to do his homework in the living room, but Yin Qiang was either drinking or making noise, or turning up the TV so loudly that he couldn't do his homework, so he saved money and bought a bed table. It was only 17 yuan before Taobao, which was cheap .
Stuff two pieces of paper in your ears, and the world will be much quieter.
Around nine o'clock, Zhou Juan came back and talked to Yin Qiang. I didn't know what to say, and suddenly screamed.
Yin Mingzheng quickly tore off the toilet paper from his ears, jumped out of bed, and rushed out like a rabbit.
In the living room, Yin Qiang was already grabbing Zhou Juan's hair and beating him, slapping Zhou Juan's face left and right.
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! Fuck @%￥#%￥..." Yin Qiang staggered back, knocked his leg against the corner of the coffee table, his face distorted in pain, rushed towards Yin Mingzheng in a rage, and started beating the mother and son without any explanation.
Yin Mingzheng protected Zhou Juan and dodged in the living room.
He wanted to resist, but he was only a fourteen-year-old boy, chronically malnourished and very weak. He was no match for Yin Qiang, who was 1.8 meters tall. Called: "Stop hitting! Stop hitting!"
But dare not go there.
The process became routine again: Zhou Juan somehow provoked Yin Qiang—Yin Qiang beat Zhou Juan—Yin Mingzheng helped—Yin Qiang let Zhou Juan beat Yin Mingzheng—Yin Mingzheng was beaten badly.
Young people have strong resilience. After all, Yin Qiang is worried that Yin Mingzheng is his own seed, so he will not be particularly cruel, so Yin Mingzheng has not been admitted to the hospital a few times over the years. Even if he is beaten, he can still go to school the next day.
It's just that his bruised nose and swollen face always make people misunderstand that he is fighting in the society, and his reputation is gradually getting worse and worse, and the rumors are extremely outrageous.
In addition, he has dyed yellow hair, which further confirms his reputation as a hooligan.
Today I don't know why, but Yin Mingzheng resisted very fiercely.
He felt that since he was in the first grade of junior high school, he was not an elementary school chick, so he would definitely be able to beat Yin Qiang.
The father and son wrestled into a ball 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 terrified and hurried forward to hold Yin Mingzheng.
Yin Mingzheng took a deep breath and stood up, more energetic than ever before, and said harshly, "Yin Qiang, if you beat my mother again, I will beat you!"
Yin Qiang was beaten by his son, stood up unbelievably, and then kicked Yin Mingzheng's stomach suddenly, this kick was extremely hard, without any strength reserved.
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 heard a pop, and several people screamed.
"It's broken!" Zhou Juan blurted out, and threw herself to the small window to look down.
Yin Qiang was also taken aback. Seeing Zhou Juan sticking out her head, she hurriedly pulled her back with a pale face, slapped her, and roared, "You don't think people don't know that you threw it? What the fuck are you doing?" stick your head out!"
Yin Mingzheng turned pale from the pain. Seeing him beating Zhou Juan again, he gritted his teeth and pushed him away, "Don't beat my mother!"
The two wrestled again.
Zhou Juan didn't dare to go up to pull it, she just screamed from the side: "Stop beating! Stop beating!"
Just then, the doorbell rang.
The three people in the room fell silent at the same time, and no one moved.
The doorbell continues to ring, tirelessly, and will not stop until the goal is reached.
Then, the door was slapped hard, showing the visitor's anger.
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 immediately saw Shu Ning and Father Shu standing at the door.
Papa Shu wears a big gold chain, has a bald head, a face full of flesh, and biceps that can scare people to death.
When Zhou Juan saw him, her calves turned around, "What, what are you doing?"
Father Shu said gloomyly: "You threw the wine bottle just now?"