A Promising Youth

When I was very young, my parents argued every day about trivial things, but the arguments always led to angry looks, pot-busting and even big fights.

My father also loved to drink and beat me when he was drunk, for no reason.

My mother tried to stop him a few times, but then she became so afraid of being beaten by my father that she became numb to it, and it was rightly treated as a family affair.

At that time, I was really scared, especially when it was thundering and raining, I even wrapped myself in the blanket and went to sleep under the bed.

In the countryside, there were especially many ghost and god cults. The old people spread that thunder was from heaven to split the little ghost, who loved to hide in children's houses and took the disobedient children to the eighteen levels of hell.

I didn't think I was an obedient child, otherwise how could my father beat me every day?

So since childhood, I have been particularly timid and sensitive, living every day with trepidation and afraid to come into contact with anyone.

I had an elder brother, a year older than me, but our personalities and treatment from our parents were different.

My brother was a smooth talker, very good at making my parents happy. He was never scolded but had the best food and best clothes. He bullied me but he was uneducated.

If we didn't look like brothers, I would suspect that I was adopted by my parents.

It wasn't until I went to high school and lived in the school that my life got a little better.

Although I was ignored by my classmates because of my personality, I remained particularly content that at least I didn't have to be beaten every day and live in extreme fear.

high school, all the students complained that the holidays were too short and

was the only one who felt that a day off was too long, because I was too afraid to go home that depressed

I rushed to my mother to get my living expenses, fled for

cafes, play billiards, or visit supermarkets like other students. Later I found a Xinhua bookstore in which I could read many extracurricular

the month, for it was only by immersing myself in books that

the bookstore, I often ran into a pretty girl, who looked like

read together. She brought me fries, and that was

one, I licked my fingers and she laughed her head

came across a book

reading it, because I felt like it was talking about me, and every word stuck to

said that a bad family environment will leave deep scars inside the child, which will make them weak, timid and

thought everything would be fine after high school and away from

the shadow that my parents gave me was not far away because of

to me by the pretty girl, who half crouched down

like heavenly music, more like a sweet spring that poured

cowardice and low self-esteem in my bones were so strong that

her ballpoint pen and wrote some words on my hand that it was the name of University of Business and Economics in our province. She said that she

I thought

quarrel

My parents only fed and clothed me, but never gave me any care. They never cared about my