Chapter 11 little "girlfriend"

As children, we lived in the French Consulate on top of Victoria Hill in Hong Kong.Dad worked as a chef in the consul's house, and my mother worked as a servant. The Consul's family is very good to us. They have a beautiful young daughter who is about my age. She always plays with me. We like each other very much. She always calls me her "boyfriend." ", I also think she is my closest partner. The title "boyfriend" made me feel a sense of responsibility at a young age, even though I didn't know what a sense of responsibility was at that time.At that time, we lived in a wealthy area, surrounded by foreign children from rich families. In their eyes, I was just a very poor Chinese child, so they didn't like to play with me.Under such circumstances, the Consul's wife encouraged her little daughter to play with me, which was a kind of warm encouragement to me.

My father used to practice martial arts when he was young, and his skills are very good. When I was young, he would use the limited conditions to train me.In addition, my natural physical condition is good, so I can often have the upper hand in fights between children.But I never take the initiative to bully others, I always fight back when others pick on me.The only exception is when a little boy bullies my "girlfriend" and I immediately step in for her.No matter who dares to make her cry, no matter whose fault it is, I will immediately rush out and beat them, pressing my chubby body hard on them until they cry and beg for mercy, to my "daughter" Friend" apologies.

This happened once, when my father happened to bump into me. He saw that I was pressing on top of a neighbor's child. The child's face and neck were bruised, and he was crying loudly.My father hurried over, picked up me who was doing evil with one hand, and helped the child up with the other.I watched my defeated general run home crying all the way, and I felt very proud. I never thought that I would be severely punished by my father for this. Just being carried all the way home, I was still yelling, "Dad, I won the fight, I won the fight!" I thought my father took me home just to save the kid, but when I got home, he whipped me with a belt and locked me in the garbage room of the consul's house.That's where I was usually punished by my dad after I made a mistake.I was very surprised and said to my father, "Dad, I won!" As a result, his reaction was serious and cold: "I didn't teach you martial arts to make you bully others." "But Dad, they bullied my friends first." , I taught them a lesson!" Dad glared at me, didn't say anything, turned around and closed the door of the garbage room.

I was sitting with a pile of garbage bags, and I heard the sound of my mother rushing outside the door. She pleaded with my father for me, but the two quarreled.After a while, there was no sound. This is not the first time I have been locked up in confinement. In fact, I am quite familiar with this narrow environment.There's nothing to be afraid of staying here, I'm just worried about my already growling stomach.so hungry.I really want to eat.I stared at the little light coming in from above the door, and thought to myself, why don't I sleep for a while, and I won't be hungry after I fall asleep.Dad is so annoying, I protect my "girlfriend" like a big hero, why doesn't he praise me?

In a trance, I heard someone knocking on the door, and I woke up in a daze.Walking to the door, I asked, "Who is it?" My mother's voice came from outside: "Pao Pao, look up." I raised my head, and saw a narrow gap above the door, through which the light just came in. place.There was a bunch of stuff that got jammed in there and fell on top of me.I quickly picked it up, and I smelled a burst of fragrance before I opened it.I tore open the wrapping paper three times, five times and two times, and inside was a big barbecue sandwich.God!This was the best gift ever for me at the time!I ate with big mouthfuls, listening to the sound of my mother leaving gently, I felt extremely happy.

I later found out that the reason why my father was so angry was because the child I beat was the child of a consulate official. He was worried that he would lose his job because of this.So that time, I was not only beaten up by my father and put into confinement, but was also taken by my father to apologize to others.When I arrived at the family’s house, when I was apologizing, my father deliberately beat me again in front of the consulate officials. Fortunately, the officer was very nice, so he hurried over to stop me, saying that it’s all right, it’s okay for children to fight. With this experience, it didn't stop me from fighting for my "girlfriend". It's just that I learned a little bit smarter and would pay close attention to whether there was a father around me during the hands-on process.As many children in the whole yard have eaten my fists, there are fewer and fewer people fighting with me.

This is the earliest story I can remember, for the sake of girls.