The father and son looked at each other, and neither moved, and a storm was coming.

I confirmed that I was an enemy in my previous life.

My mother was angry for less than a minute, and then she began to worry about her son's safety.

If this stick is stuffy, the legs will be discounted.

"It's the New Year, calm down?" My mother murmured softly.

My father turned around in confusion and asked, "I will be a traitor so sooner or later. I don't know that the world is so high that I dare to steal money."

"If you are sick, why are you angry at me?"

As my mother said that, she got into the room, looked around, and asked, "Xixi, where is your grandfather."

"He...he is probably coming back soon." Xixi replied nervously.

She also knew that Brother Xiaoma might be doomed, and only grandpa could drink Laoma.

Lao Ma is a simple and timid farmer. He will only work hard throughout his life. He admires or fears people like cadres very much.

When he saw Grandpa Xixi, he was angry and smiled immediately. This was the mark left by time. The desire for survival exceeded everything, and the grievances remained in his heart.

But this son is not like his biological son, he is not honest at all. He has been the eldest among his children since he was a child, so he is all a child of a cadre. What if he offends someone?

Marco was very rebellious when he was about 15 years old. He often fought with his father. He even felt that he was incompetent and was just a hardworking old ox. He nodded and bowed when he saw a rich man and would never make it happen.

So I answered questions randomly during the college entrance examination, and even fell asleep, thinking about going out to buy clothes and doing business with others, and making a lot of money.

But when he reached age, he didn't even have the courage to get married and have children.

Finally, I know how great it is to be a father and how much courage it takes to sacrifice how much self you need to take care of your whole family.

So now no matter how angry Lao Ma is or how hard he is beaten, he will not complain.

But my dad was angry and he still had to hide.

Marco was already standing behind the dining table and said, "Dad, calm down first. Let's go home and talk. If the Xixi family's things are broken, you can't afford to pay."

"Stop being slick and come out."

"You go downstairs first and wait for me at home."

"come out!"

The old horse pointed at Marco with a stick.

"The father and son have no overnight revenge. If you do this, I can't talk to you seriously." Marco said.

"I believe in your evil spirit, are you brothers and brothers?"

Lao Ma came in as he said.

Marco quickly changed positions, and the two of them were always separated by a large dining table, and they were out of reach.

"Dad, please be careful. If you see that the fish tank is not there, the fish there cost more than 100 yuan per fish, and you will die if you leave the water."

The old horse holding the stick quickly looked back.

In this negligence, Marco rushed out of him and ran downstairs like the wind.

"Run slowly, don't go down." Mom shouted.

"Brother, come on, run faster!" Xixi shouted.

"Boss, don't surrender. Wherever there is oppression, there will be resistance." Fatty Zhang shouted heart-wrenchingly.

"What are you talking nonsense? I am educating my son."

Lao Ma was most afraid of such slogans, and his ears were numb and he followed him out.

When he ran downstairs, he found that Marco was missing. He went to the house to search for it, but there was not a single hair.

"Mark, even you dare to play tricks, come out for me." Dad shouted.

What a rebellious son!

Every time I fight with my son, I lose every time.

I have been working hard for a day today, and I am even more tired and annoyed.

"Put down the stick, otherwise he wouldn't dare to come out. You'll know that you're going to do it. It's so big. Children don't have to be self-esteem?"

"Shut up, you are spoiled by you. He will suffer the trouble. Will you drink the New Year and have your parents sent you to the meat?"

"Why would you lend some to Grandpa Xixi?"

"Are they relatives or friends with you?"

"I'm poor and tough, can I borrow it?"

"Don't talk to me, Marco, I'll count dozens of numbers. If you don't come out, don't come back tonight, ten...nine..."

People in the entire community stretched out their heads to watch the show. The old horse often dealt with the pony, but they were so angry that they really had no heavy moves.

But at this time, it is a great time to educate your children.

"Look at Marco is going to be beaten again. You have to take it as a warning. If you don't obey, you will be beaten."

"Grandpa, why do you have to be obedient?"

"Because I am your grandpa."

Marco was actually hiding with the old guard, but he knew that he would soon be unable to hide, and the community was just that big.

"Uncle Wang, when you see Grandpa Xixi, ask him to come over to rescue him quickly."

The old man was listening to the radio and nodded quickly and said, "Yeah, go, go, what kind of thing can I make when I hit my son?"

Marco went around the back of Lao Ma and shouted, "Oh, Dad, it turns out you are here, I'm looking for you everywhere."

The old horse turned around and rushed over, just like a charger.

Marco hurried back to the room and walked around holding the dining table again.

Unfortunately, the dining table was a little small and almost hit.

But my dad was obviously scaring people. He failed to hit the broom several times and was furious and smashed the broom over.

Marco easily avoided.

Then Lao Ma took off his left shoe and smashed it over, and Marco caught it with his right hand.

The right shoe hit him and Marco caught it with his left hand.

"I can't blame me for this, I react naturally."

"Why do I have such a bad boy like you? How can I do the money stealing?"

"I didn't steal it. Didn't I leave a letter to tell you that I'm going to take the Peking Opera exam?"

"If you don't take a serious university, go to study opera?"

"It's not a performance, I'll talk to you carefully, and I'm talking about it to make money."

"What money do you make, what can you make?"

When Lao Ma heard this, he became annoyed again. He looked for something to hit people everywhere and stared at the big shoulder pole leaning against the corner.

Damn, Marco suddenly panicked.

"Mom, stop my dad."

My mother hurriedly pulled Lao Ma and said, "The shoulder pole is not good, don't be light or heavy, I'll find you branches."

"Are you still a real mother?" said Marco.

"If you are not my mother, who is willing to care about you. Today I will steal money at home. I will dare to go outside and steal it tomorrow. Then someone will chop it off for you."

"I said, I'm trying to make money."

"Where are the money you make?"

My mother was angry too.

Marco grabbed the corner of his clothes and pulled it up suddenly, revealing a circle of brand new hundred-dollar bills.

"Dad, look at the money."

The most fear of the sudden quiet air.

My parents were stunned when they were still in place, and their anger turned into worry and fear.

Such a large sum of money, not even a change, is enough to shock anyone this year, let alone ordinary farmers with low monthly wages.

"Close the door, hurry up!" Dad said quickly.

"Oh, oh, this...what is going on?" My mother actually cried.

My father sat down panting, lit a "swimming" cigarette without filters, took a few sips, rubbed his eyes, and said:

"I won't hit you, tell me, where did the money come from?"

"I earned it, I'll tell you..."

There was a loud "bang".

The father smashed the small dining table with a punch, trembling with anger, and looked at his son in disappointment.

"Do you still have the truth?"

"Dad, can you listen to me finish your words?"

At this time, someone knocked on the door outside, and my mother suddenly became nervous.
Chapter completed!