It's exactly when children are ignorant

Now there are some girls with the same function as **. - Zhang Deshuai's quotation

(Before writing, I, Zhang Deshuai, paid New Year's greetings to everyone here. I hope that you will have a girl hugging paper in the new year. If you don't have a girl paper, find someone else's girl paper to practice hugging a girl paper. If you get married, YY hold other people's girl paper.)

Hello, everyone. My name is Zhang Deshuai. Zhang is Zhang Deshuai's. De is Zhang Deshuai's. Do you know what a good name is? Just like me, not only can it be catchy, but more importantly, it can benefit three generations, don't you think? You see, when people introduce my father, they will say that this is Zhang Deshuai's father, how handsome he is. In the future, when my son talks about me, he is my father Zhang Deshuai, who has a lot of face; and my son's introduction is Zhang Deshuai's son, which is more handsome. Anyway, such a name is a good name. You know, names are actually very important. If Confucius's name is Wotou and Laozi's name is Shaobing, do you think they can become the spiritual pillar of our Chinese nation? So, you should have a good name. Just say that the guy in my previous class was surnamed Lao Gong, so no matter who met him, he called him "husband", so he naturally became a popular lover in our class.

At the same time, I am the only descendant of our Zhang family. Regarding this question, I also asked my father, "Dad, why do other students in our class have brothers and sisters, but I am just a person?"

My father helplessly put down the "Light Grass Monk" in his hand, stared straight at me, and then sighed heavily: "Who told you not to go to bed early when you were a child. Later, it was not easy to drive you to another room. Isn't it family planning? It's really not human."

I vaguely remembered what Dad said. When I was a child, I often listened to them discuss together in the evening. Let's have dinner and wash clothes later. At that time, I was curious and used my milk (harmonious) head (here, milk means small, for example, our nation likes small animals very much and kindly called them roast suckling pigs and roast suckling pigeons) desperately that we had dinner and washed clothes during the day. And every time they discussed these problems, my mother would kindly tuck in the corner of the quilt for me, and then said regretfully, "Isn't this son asleep yet?" In fact, I can now tell her responsibly that from the perspective of regret, it is not good for you to say so.

And every time my father hears my mother say this, he is usually depressed. When he goes out for a while, he will come back and say to my mother, "I wash my clothes by hand. I don't need to wash clothes anymore." Or just say to my mother, "I'll eat dinner by myself. Don't worry about me." That's all. If you don't understand what these words mean, it means that you are still in a period when you look at girls. Cherish this period.)

The next day, my father's face is generally ugly and his temper will be more grumpy. No matter how I look at it, I don't like it. Either he scolded the bastard, or he picked up what he could get and gave me a man's single. What's more abominable is that my mother didn't come to protect her at this time, but looked very relieved beside her.

Such a problem bothered me for a long time when I was a child. After I changed from a pure teenager who saw a girl's face to a sultry young man who opened his mouth, "I'd rather destroy ten marriages than tie a condom", I felt deeply sad for my parents. It's like when you come to a big hotel, you can only choose one person to eat instant noodles. This is a kind of sadness for diners and also a kind of sadness for the big hotel. Of course, I wouldn't have thought of this at that time. If I thought of it, I must have a younger brother or this sister now.

Actually, there is a reason why my father doesn't like me. Because he is so handsome that he consumes memory and drags the network speed, but I am very durable, so I need to be patient to watch. What a waste of this excellent DNA. Therefore, when I was a child, my father always suspected that I could grow up like this, not because of genetics, but because of the influence of the environment.

I remember that one night when I was a child, my father quarreled with my mother. My father was angry and pointed to me and asked my mother, "Try me, is this bastard my own child?"

When I heard that the spearhead of their quarrel shifted from a broken bowl to my birth problem, I slipped out. Walking around the street alone, he finally sat on the road and watched the pedestrians on the road in a daze. At this time, a kind aunt came over and asked me, "Children, why are you hanging out alone on a cold day?"

"Dad and mom are quarreling at home." I answered with tears in my eyes.

"It's ridiculous. Who is your father?"

"This is exactly what they are arguing about now." I replied.

The aunt looked at me, then shook her head, walked away, and threw me alone on the cold street.

However, later, my father still recognized the reality that I was his own son. Because many of my living habits are the same as him. And this may also be genetic inheritance or affected by the environment. Who said it clearly?

Although my father admitted that I am his biological son, this does not change the physiological reality of my ugliness. Because fat may be temporary, but ugly is forever. Because I'm ugly and bring me a lot of trouble.

Once when I went to the street, a group of people stopped me. They said I was ugly, but I didn't admit it, so they beat me and said I was dishonest;

The second time I went to the street, the group stopped me. They said I was ugly. I admitted it, and they beat me, saying that I was not modest;

The third time I went to the street, the group of people stopped me again. They said I was ugly and I didn't dare to speak, so they beat me, saying that I was not only ugly but also dragged me up;

The fourth time I went to the street, the group stopped me again. They said I was ugly. I nodded first and shook my head. They beat me, saying that I was not only ugly but also stupid, and I didn't even know what I looked like;

The fifth time I went to the street, the group of people stopped me again. They said I was ugly. I said you can do it, and they hit me and said that I didn't respect them;

The sixth time I went to the street, the group of people stopped me again. They said I was ugly. I admitted it, and they beat me, saying that I was more handsome than not crying;

The seventh time I went to the street, the group of people stopped me again. They said I was ugly. I said that I was none of your business, so they hit me and said that you dared to talk back;

The eighth time I went to the street, the group of people stopped me again. Before they said I was ugly, I admitted that I was ugly first, they hit me and said who let you answer;

The ninth time I went to the street, the group of people stopped me again and hit me without saying anything, saying that I knew I was ugly and dared to come out to scare people;

............

I was beaten too much by them, and I thought of suicide. You don't often say that I'm "ugly", so I'll "ugly" to show you.

I stood on the roof, allowing the wind to ruthlessly lift my hair and cover my face. Maybe God can't bear to watch it. Behind him, there was a sound of footsteps, and it was my father who came up. He stood beside me and asked me in a low voice, "Handsome, why do you want to commit suicide?"

"They said I was ugly." I lowered my head and looked at the emptiness under my feet. I felt a little hairy, but I had the impulse to jump down.

"But it's not your fault to be ugly, just like handsome is my helplessness."

"But it's wrong for them to say that I came out to scare people." I still stared at the emptiness under my feet and remembered the punch and foot that fell on me on the street.

"Real warriors dare to face dripping blood, while braver warriors dare to face a mirror. Handsome, can you understand this sentence?" Dad stared at me with a firm look, and his eyes were full of encouragement and hope.

"I don't know. All I know is that the man in the mirror is ugly."

"Ugly, but can live humbly is the strong man in life." Dad persuaded me like this.

After listening to my father's advice, I deeply understood one thing: "It's so ugly that it's infinite, and handsome may be a duck." Every ugly person has a great heart. It is this great heart that supports them to live strong in the world.

Although my father is like me, he was also very strict with me when I was a child. Once when I was asked what my life pursuit was, I honestly answered money and beauty, and he hit me severely; and then asked me what my life pursuit was, I answered career and love, and he touched my head with approval. It seems that some words can't be said directly, but should be euphemistic. This is because a long time ago, lies and truth bathed by the river. Lies were washed first and left in real clothes, but the truth refused to wear lies. Later, in people's eyes, only lies in real clothes are difficult to accept the naked truth.

When I was 3 years old, my father rode a bicycle equipped with a diesel motor to send me to kindergarten. Sitting in the back seat of the bicycle, I looked at my father who was like a mountain and said proudly to him, "Dad, you are so bombard."

While riding the bike, my father snapped his finger in my ear: "Well, who let us be Zhang Deshuai's father?"

When I arrived at the gate of the kindergarten, my father got out of the car, and I came down before my father. He looked at me sitting on the ground with a puzzled face, scratched his head, and asked me puzzledly, "Why did you come down first?"

"I don't know, I just arrived." I sat on the ground and looked up at my father's handsome and straight body and answered him.

My father, who was in a hurry to go to work, did not struggle with such a small problem, but stepped on the bicycle, touched the top of my head affectionately, and said happily, "Is Dad handsome?" He is waiting for my appreciation for him.

"Dad, you are so handsome. You are the wolf of the tram." I connected my father's bicycle with a diesel engine with the majestic wolf roaring at the full moon, and proudly waited for my father's caress to me. Unexpectedly, my admiration for my father attracted the uncles around me to snicker, and my father's face also changed, and his iron-blue face shivered overhead. This time, all my tears came out.

Although Dad saw me crying, he didn't stay any longer, but left. Just as I cried, a childish voice sounded in my ear: "Zhang Deshuai, don't cry anymore."

Turning her head, it turned out to be the neighbor Erya. She was staring at me with a pair of big flashing eyes. Those eyes, like the black grapes I ate last night, make me reluctant to remove my eyes.

In this way, I started my kindergarten life.

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