My heart sank, my father saw it.
Is it because I have a ghost in my heart that I asked my father to borrow money to reveal his feelings?
“I remember that Chen Hao, and I proudly said that he was not affected by that cultural class. It would be a matter of time before I could say that kind of thing. The problem is that you must know the person who beats people, why don’t you say it? And why are you bothering with Chen Hao?”
“I said it, I only found out that he lives near our house today. I originally made an appointment to go to junior high school to see the teacher, but who knew that such a thing would happen?” I said. “Okay, then why don’t you tell the truth to the police?” said Dad.
I was stunned for a moment, and my mother saw something and said, “Our son is also a victim. Why do you want to do this? Do you still suspect that our son has a mixed bag? Have you seen someone who got beaten so badly? Are you suspicious to the child? Are you going back the more you live?”
“Don’t say I’m really afraid that things are like this, otherwise you asked him to explain what the reason is to tell the police that they don’t know those people? Isn’t this helping others? Isn’t it okay to do such a thing?” Dad said.
“I’m afraid of being retaliated by them. If I say who it is. They are all underages, and they will be arrested for a few years at most. After they come out, they will be me who will be beaten like that, so I dare not say it.” I said.
Mom said, “Look, the child is thinking so thoroughly. If you said it, what do you think the child will become if they let it go?”
Dad scratched his head and said, “Those words you just said were told to you, right? Do you dare to say them out, and if you get caught in and out, you will hit you?”
I lit my head.
“Who is the one who hits people?” said Dad.
“The police will check it out. Why do you ask so clearly? What do you want to do if you ask clearly? What if you really miss it and you really release it and hit our son?” Mom said, taking out an old mobile phone with a flip cover from under the TV cabinet in the hall.
I took the phone and changed the number, and my mother said, “Use this first, your dad has borrowed all the money. We have to save money. You can work by yourself when the summer vacation is over. Then use your own money to buy your phone, and we will pay you a price difference. Haven’t you always wanted an iPhone? Do you hear it yourself?”