In the summer of 1997, the city of R was about to receive a heavy rain, and in the gray sky, the sound of muffled thunder stretched harshly.
A group of eight or nine year olds stood on the roof of a house. Nine-year-olds stood under the eaves, staring at the center of the courtyard in panic.
I told you to make a mistake, you little brat, breaking so many bowls, I'll see if you dare to do it again! "In the nineties, a cluster of yellow thorns grew in the courtyard, and Zheng Chun, a man in his forties who owned a grocery store, broke one of the thickest thorns and whipped the boy, who was cowering on the ground, one after another.
The boy's hands protected his head, cheeks buried under his arms, yellow thorns on his waist, his body trembled, still did not say a word.
Speak up! I let you stubborn! "Zheng Chun angry, rough voice and scolding. Beating a silent wooden stake, apparently not only did not make him angry, but also made him even more angry.
Zheng Chun's ferociousness made a group of children under the roof scared and confused, some people sobbed and whispered, "Why don't we admit it, will he be beaten to death? "
One of the children, a little boy wearing a baseball cap named Sun Xiaowei, whose face was the whitest, quickly rejected: No! No one is allowed to say anything, or I'll make him look good.