Dad poured out all the things he had never shared with his family.

At the age of eleven, he and his eight-year-old uncle were both in school.

He couldn't stand his uncle anymore.

When they were not in school, the playmates in the village who used to play together in open-crotch pants knew about the origin of his uncle, but they were too busy playing to care. Only when they quarreled and cursed each other would they call him a Japanese seed.

But when they entered school, the children had new ideas.

Little traitor, mixed breed, little devil, little devil... ten people could come up with ten names, as if it was a competition.

The isolated uncle still insisted on going to school, and Dad couldn't take it anymore.

He was also teased by his classmates for having a Japanese brother, and they even looked alike.

Especially on the way to school, there were always people shouting at him, "Hey, hey, the traitor is guiding the devil, go quickly tell the comrades to hide!"

So, Dad demanded that his uncle drop out of school and not walk with him anymore. The uncle refused, and the brothers fought.

In the middle of the night, Dad couldn't sleep because of the pain in his wounds, feeling angrier and angrier. He remembered that there was a Yang Shigong in the village who knew spells.

He took the money from the box at home and went to find him, asking straight away, "Can I hire you? How much do you want?"

Yang Shigong asked, "What do you want to hire me to do?"

"To kill someone." Dad gritted his teeth. "I'll give you all my money. You can use your spell to kill Luo Xiangyang. Can you do it or not?"

Unexpectedly, Yang Shigong took the money but didn't do anything. A week passed, the uncle was still going to school, and Dad was still being laughed at.

And the theft of the money was finally discovered.

Listening to Grandpa Luo Erhai roaring and beating in the next room, Grandma was crying.

Dad was extremely afraid, woke up the sleeping uncle, and they got into a fight.

In the struggle, he stabbed his uncle's eye with a pencil, and the crying was earth-shattering.

In a moment of desperation, he ruthlessly stabbed himself in the belly with the pencil, causing several bloody holes, crying even louder.

And he said to his parents rushing over, "Xiangyang stole the money and forced me to say I did it, that's why we fought."

At the cost of bloodshed, he finally got what he wanted, to keep his distance from his uncle.

Grandpa flew into a rage, beat his wife and adopted son brutally, and kicked them out of the house.

He had had enough.

Originally, he thought that marrying a wife was not easy, so he reluctantly accepted his wife who had been with the Japanese, and a few months later he accepted her and the son she had with a Japanese man.

But he never expected that words were far more frightening than he had imagined.

A green hat, given by a little devil, once worn would be worn for a lifetime.

Now, the wild seed dared to bully his own biological son, it was just as well to drive him out, these days were worse than being single.

Unexpectedly, the instigator, Dad, was not happy about it. He cried and questioned Grandma who was just leaving:

"Is it because of him that you don't want me anymore? Can't he stay with us after being sold, abandoned, or killed?"

"You shouldn't have given birth to him in the first place! Why did you even have him?"

But Grandma didn't answer, crying bitterly as she took Xiangyang up to the mountains, never looking back.

From then on, Dad's side was much quieter, and there were fewer people laughing at him.

He worked hard to study, constantly improving, going to the county, to Nanning, to Wuhan, and then to Beijing.

After hanging up the call from Beijing, I felt a mix of emotions in my heart. How many things in this family do I not know about?

Turning around, I found Grandma staring at my Nokia phone, her thin lips moving as she finally spoke for the first time that day, "Your father, why hasn't he come back."

"He's not able to." I didn't want to tell her about her eldest son's broken leg just after losing her youngest son.

"He still hates me, right." In the dim light of the kerosene lamp, Grandma's figure was frail.

"Actually, he broke his leg and can't move."

"Oh." She blew out the lamp and went to sleep.

I slept until midnight, when the muffled banging noise woke me up. I took my phone and saw that Grandma was not in bed either.

It seemed like she was tinkering with something in the courtyard, and there were meowing kittens.