Chapter 323: The Power of the Slap

(3) The power of the slap

"Come out, where are you?" I cried out anxiously.

Is it really my soul?

Damn, why didn't you come out to play with me a few years ago when I didn't have a younger sibling? Now you have four younger siblings and a lot of classmates, so you just came out!

I scolded for a long time, and it was useless to beg for a while. It seemed that it was useless to say anything, so I had to lift the roe deer leg and continue walking.

When I arrived at the commune secretary's house, he was making tea and having breakfast, and I said, "This is what my father asked me to bring it." After saying that, he put it on the ground, turned around and ran.

The fog had completely dissipated, and on a clear June day, the mountains and rivers were beautiful, and on the other side of the river were layers of houses built according to the situation, glowing white in the sun. The adventure in the thick fog seemed so unreal, as if I had a dream.

However, when I walked, I didn't dare to hold on to the wall anymore, and from a distance, the stone wall seemed to be very unpleasant and dangerous.

As I walked by, I heard my heart beating hard.

Back home, the school party was coming to an end. Mom said to go get a bowl of rice to eat, I nodded, and went back to the house and climbed into bed. Although I was very hungry, I knew that if I went to eat, I would not be able to hold the bowl, and if I fell on the floor, I would be beaten, so I should sleep first.

When I woke up, it was dark again, and everyone was asleep. I remember coming back and seeing a dustpan of plums, so I went and fetched a few to eat, and then fell asleep again.

The next day, when I was eating, I felt very hungry, but my mother beat me, saying that I was eating too loudly, like a flower child. The greens I ate were crispy and loud when I bit them, and I didn't dare to use my teeth from then on, and I swallowed all the food.

(About five years later, one day, a guest came to the house, and he chatted as if he was enjoying the meal.) Mom said, you ate like that when you were a child, how ugly it sounded, if I hadn't changed it, I would have lost my life. I just knew, it turned out that I couldn't make a sound by smashing the bar with my mouth, not that I couldn't make the sound of biting food with my teeth, alas, I suffered for many years in vain!)

My mother washed my hair, and I combed my hair with a comb, and my mother beat me again. It was also many years later that I realized that the reason was that the comb was not washed, and I used a dirty comb to comb my freshly washed hair, so I was beaten.

But at the time I couldn't understand what she was saying in a thunderous rage. There was just a buzz in my ears after being slapped.

She had no idea how powerful the slap she had with the palm of her broken index finger was. It's a pity, I'm afraid I'm the only one in this world who has learned it!

Except for the stars in my eyes and the thunder in my ears, I only saw one mouth moving and couldn't hear a sound.