Chapter 719: Exorcism (10)

Blue Mandala: Exorcism

（10）

Cousin Hua is the eldest son of the eldest aunt, who used to be a military poet and wrote the famous poem about the Old Summer Palace that the angry young people love to recite. I was already a businessman when I met him.

My sister-in-law wanted me to help out at their advertising agency, but my husband refused, saying that I was too weak to be affected.

In fact, he was afraid that his son would have no one to take care of him, and his son was still a stammerer at that time. When I was in my hometown, I only found that the first word he said would have a long tail note, and it took me a long time to say the following words. After arriving in Beijing, a neighbor had a child of the same age as him, and the two held hands and played together on the first day they met.

The child's mother adopted the same violent education method as my mother, "If you dare to stutter, I will beat you to death, see if you dare to stutter!"

One day, Grandma Zhou from the third floor came to my house and told me that I couldn't beat the child, because the child would cry hysterically like that. I haven't hit a child, and my child doesn't seem to feel pain like me, and he doesn't cry when he bleeds badly.

We analyzed that it was the child on the fifth floor, and Grandma Zhou said that she cried for a long time every night, but I never heard it.

The strange thing is that in middle class, the child speaks neatly, and my baby still stutters. The child forbade her child to play with my son, and every time we met, she said to me, "Hurry up, fight quickly, or your son will be ruined!"

By the time it was time for Kindergarten, the child had no signs of stuttering. My son may have changed his tune because no one was talking to him. I read to him all the time, watched TV and radio with him, and recited poems and sang nursery rhymes with him. He has a strong desire to perform, and he must recite 30 Tang poems in one breath in front of the guests, which makes people boast enough.

It is estimated that the doting child will be a little conceited, but the child who beats and scolds is really talented and useless, such as me, according to my mother-in-law, whether I sing, dance, sports, paint, or play a musical instrument, I am not bad, but I have no desire to express it at all.

I often see myself falling to the ground and being in pain, but my mother kicks me with my feet: "What do you think of lying down for a long time, get up quickly!" I really want to lie down for a minute longer, but I still have to grit my teeth and endure the pain to get up, not only because my mother's leather shoes don't know how heavy, but also because I will watch from the side.

I used to be very disgusted that he always saw my embarrassment, but now that I think his eyes are so melancholy, I must be full of sympathy. During the high school entrance examination, I washed a basin of clothes at noon, probably in order to rush too hard, and ran to school, and when I first started to answer the paper, my lower abdomen began to cramp, I used a protractor to resist the pain and insisted on answering the question, I knew that if I failed, I would not have a chance to leave home at all.

At the end of each exam, Two-Seconds was looking at me melancholy at the school gate, looking like he wanted to speak. Later he scored 70 points less than me, which was really puzzling.

If I fail the exam, I will take the recruitment exam, become a small clerk, and marry the person my mother chose for me.