I was beaten by my parents when I was a child. Please come in and talk.

It is unforgettable that my father was beaten in the fourth grade of primary school.

When I was in the fourth grade, there came a thin girl in my class, who wore glasses and didn't like to laugh or talk. When the teacher first asked her in class, she blushed and snorted. Then we burst into laughter and thought this girl was so strange.

Generally, a quiet child is easily isolated in class. Coupled with her bad first impression of us, she naturally became the laughing object of naughty boys in the class, including me.

At first, we didn't do anything particularly out of line, but a few boys would imitate her humming, afraid to talk and have some fun. Later, I don't know who told me that she didn't have a father, and then there was a jingle in the class that "glasses without a father are dumb." Until that day, I was on duty to clean up after school. I don't know why, several boys in our group said this sentence around her. She rushed out and hit us with a broom. We hit harder and teased her with this sentence as we ran. ...

It happened that the class teacher came to check the situation on duty and saw this scene, and then several of us called parents. In the office, after the class teacher explained the situation, my deskmate's mother slapped me on the spot, and then his mother said, "Little bastard, Zhao Meiqi's father is a martyr!" " Then whispered a bunch of words to the class teacher and several parents. My mind was buzzing and I didn't catch what I said.

After coming out of school, my father rode his bike in front of me angrily, and I followed with trepidation until I came to an empty crib. As soon as my dad threw his bike, he grabbed the thumb-thick branches on the roadside and greeted me on the ass. I didn't dare to hide, and I didn't know how many times I got hit until the branch was broken. My father choked up and said, "If you dare to bully that female classmate again, I will break your leg!" "

The next morning, the class teacher told everyone about glasses for ten minutes before class. I stood at the back of the classroom after reviewing with several criminals, and I only remembered two words in my mind: "fighting floods" and "martyrs"

Later, glasses became more and more friends, and glasses gradually became cheerful. People who talk a lot also love to laugh. It's just that I have a shadow in my heart. Every time I see her, I am very polite and I don't get along well.

This is the most poisonous beating I have ever received. Before I became sensible, I just felt hurt. After being sensible, I realized that the lives of both children were saved.