Refusing to join the underworld: the days of fighting against bad boys

When I opened my eyes, I saw a large dark yellow ceiling.

This dark yellow color should have been deposited after many rain leaks, and it is very familiar to me.

——Of course I’m familiar, this is the ceiling of my house!

I am at home?That's right, it's my home.

What I lie on is my hard board bed; what I sleep on is my embroidered pillow; what I cover is my thin cotton quilt. [

There are also TV sets, electric fans, and sofas in my home, and all the furnishings have not changed.

How did I get home?I remember falling asleep listening to Beethoven's music in Xiaoyu's car...

Lying on my side, I have a splitting headache, the sequelae of drinking!

The bright sky outside the window and the chirping of the birds all declared that it was already the next morning.

What exactly is going on?I sat up and suddenly felt dull pains in many places all over my body—is this not the aftereffect of drinking?

I looked at the painful places, and they were either bruised or red and swollen!

Did I get beaten?Impossible, Xiaoyu is by my side, how could he watch me being beaten?

Mom walked in suddenly: "Are you awake?"

"Ah, yeah..."

"Don't drink alcohol in the future!" Mom's face became ugly.

"How did I get back yesterday?"

"A dozen people surrounded you and came back. Where did you know so many children?" Mom brought me a set of clean clothes and put them beside the bed.

Dozens of people? !I touched my head, it seems that I have a little impression...

"Let's have breakfast first." Mom said.

I put on my clothes and put on my shoes: "Where's Dad?"

"I went to work. It's too bad that I still go to work on weekends!" Mom said unhappy.

I went to the kitchen to fill a bowl of millet rice, squatted in the yard and started eating.

"That's right." Mom was sitting on a stool beside her knitting a sweater: "There is a child waiting for you outside."

"Who is it?" I put down the bowl. [

"I don't know you." Mom said, "I sent you here last night, but I didn't leave, and stood at the door. Your dad and I told him to go home, but he refused, and he refused to come in. He stood upright." One night!"

"Still still there?" I was a little surprised, but I still couldn't think of anything.

"Yes. The peach tree next to our door is almost asleep."