Chapter 202

A few hours later, Zhao fan came to the old street in the East District of Xihua City, the houses in the 1970s and 1980s, the green slate street, the old locust tree, and those familiar people in the street.

"Creak!"

Zhao fan stopped his car in front of the old locust tree and went nearby to push away the old house that had lived for more than ten years. Suddenly, the dust fell. It had already been covered with spider webs. This is an old quadrangle house covering an area of about 100 square meters, and it is also the place where Zhao fan grew up from small to large.

On the beam at the head of the door, the swing is still swinging gently with the breeze.

In my mind, I remembered that after being admitted to Yunda, I seldom went home. When I came back again, Zhao fan asked my mother why the swing I played when I was a child had not been removed. My mother said that it was his childhood memory. It didn't matter if it was hung. There was no need to remove it.

The potted plants in the yard have long died. Zhao fan comes back once or twice a year, once during the Chinese New Year and once during the Qingming Festival. He cleans the house and wipes the portrait of my mother.

Looking back, the names of Zhao fan and Bai Yi were engraved on the old locust tree at the door. That was what they did when they were children.

Whenever he comes back here, those dusty memories will be opened. He has no father's childhood and a strong mother. Zhao fan remembers that when he was in primary school, his classmates said that he had no father and was a wild species. This is his taboo, so Zhao fan will do it whether he can beat or not.

As a result, he was beaten black and blue by seven or eight students. When he came home, he was beaten by my mother. He hated iron and steel and said, "you can't take things if you can't fight with your fist?"

Then Leng took Zhao fan to the school. As a last resort, the school leaders had to inform their parents that adults protect their weaknesses. When they arrived at the school, they kept saying that children's fighting was normal. If our family was beaten by yours, we would never be as fussy as you.

Zhao fan still clearly remembers that at that time, my mother sneered, rolled her sleeve and said, "my child has no father and can't compare with you, but he has a mother. Which little bastard dares to bully my son again in the future, and I will poison his whole family!"

At that time, parents were so scared that they looked at Zhao fan's mother like a madman.

Since then, no one really dared to scold Zhao fan until he graduated from primary school. You can imagine how strong my mother's deterrent is?

Since childhood, I've been a famous bitch in the old street. No one wants to provoke me.

Later, when Zhao fan grew up, he realized that a woman came to such a place with a child. If she was not strong, people would think you were bullied. As the saying goes, people are good at being bullied and horses are good at being ridden. This is not unreasonable.