"What did I tell you? Did you listen to me? How long has it been since you graduated and you dare to go against us? You resigned behind our backs. Don't you know how hard it is to find a good job? Your surname is Qin? I think your surname is Wang! "The old man scolded. Qin Bao Bao lowered her head and did not dare to talk back.
Wang Zijin was stunned and turned to look at Qin Ze.
As the saying goes, a son knows his father best. Qin Ze immediately understood the old man's scolding tone. He quietly moved to her side and lowered his voice: "Bastard's confinement period – played (finished)."
Wang Zijin's mouth twitched. She thought: If you want to scold your daughter, so be it. What did I do to provoke you? I was shot even when I was lying down.
"Don't look down on my dad just because he teaches science. His literary skills aren't the least bit ambiguous. He's also very good at scolding people." Qin Ze said again, but when he saw Mother Qin's glance, he immediately shut up.
"Are you cut out for the entertainment industry? Is that a place where you can do well? " The old man drank tea to moisten his throat and continued scolding: "Two months ago, you quietly resigned and quietly entered Star Art Entertainment. You really are my daughter. I really taught you how to make a name for yourself. Do you know what the Internet is saying about you? "
The old man thought of the comments on the Internet and his stomach was filled with anger. He wanted to beat his daughter to death.
After scolding for a full ten minutes, the old man was satisfied. Then, the old man took out a feather duster that was not much younger than Qin Ze from behind the pillow.
Qin Bao Bao's face turned pale and she was so scared that she took a few steps back.
Qin Ze's face also changed. This was the "murder weapon" that was specially prepared for him.
The old man shouted: "Stand over here. Didn't I teach you to stand at attention when you're being beaten?"
Qin Ze, who was next to him, complained in his heart: You taught me.
Qin Bao Bao cast a pitiful look at Qin Ma. Qin Ma was like an old monk in meditation. Her eyes were focused on her nose and her nose was focused on her heart.
"Give me your hand." The old man shouted again.
With tears in her eyes, Qin Bao Bao reluctantly reached out her white and tender right hand.
Qin Ze looked at his father's expression and knew that he was really angry. It was just like when Qin Bao Bao signed a contract with a talent scout without authorization. Fortunately, it was only an entry form at that time and there was no legal effect. Even so, the old man still beat him with the feather duster, while Qin Ma held the rolling pin.
This time, he was even more ruthless. He directly signed a contract and debuted on the show.
"I told you to cut the internet cable." The old man waved the feather duster. It was obvious that his daughter was the one who cut the internet cable at home.
"Pa!"
The feather duster fiercely hit Qin Bao Bao's palm. The elder sister cried out in pain. Tears streamed down her face. She jumped back like a frightened deer.
"Stand over here," the old man shouted.
"Pa!"
Another vicious slap.
Qin Bao Bao was in so much pain that he broke out in cold sweat. He had not been beaten like this for many years.
"Pa …"
The feather duster hit Qin Ze's hand. The old man looked at his crazy son in confusion. Wang Zijin and Qin Ma were also stunned. The elder sister looked at her younger brother with tears in her eyes. That look in her eyes was like looking at the man who supported her.
Qin Ze himself was also dumbfounded. Aiyo, what the f * ck, do I want to die? Am I looking for death? "
Qin Ze saw his elder sister being beaten and uncontrollably stopped him. It was almost instinctive and subconscious. It was strange. He watched his elder sister being beaten up happily. But now, he found that he could not bear to see his elder sister being beaten.
You may not believe it, but my hand moved on its own.
"Can I withdraw?"
The old man stared at him. There seemed to be a storm gathering in his eyes.
It was too late for regrets. So he straightened his neck and said, "Dad, don't hit her. I didn't supervise her well."
The old man sneered. "Did you supervise her?"
Qin Ze said guiltily, "I did … right?"
The old man sneered again. "You are also my good son. Why didn't I realize that you were so talented? You wrote songs and played the piano. When I taught you, you were like a piece of rotten wood. One day, when you were free, you turned over a new leaf and became a great talent. As a father, I didn't have the ability to teach my son. I misled him. Is that what you mean? You are really my good son. "
Qin Ze said subconsciously, "Dad is right …"
The second half of the sentence, "I was wrong", was stuck in his throat.
"Dad is right. I was wrong" was the official standard sentence for father and son. Every time the old man beat up Qin Ze, or when Qin Ze was about to be beaten, he would say this sentence.
Qin Ze had become a conditioned reflex. But halfway through, he suddenly realized that the grammar was correct, but it was not used at the right time …
The veins on the old man's forehead were jumping in anger. His thunderous anger was brewing, and it was expected that he would explode in a few seconds.
At this time, he received a mission prompt from the system. Taking advantage of the gap between the old man's brewing power, Qin Ze opened the mission and looked at it. "Help Qin Bao get through the difficulties. If you succeed, you will be rewarded 160 points. If you fail, you will be deducted the same amount of points."
It meant that he had to take the blame for Qin Bao Bao and take the beating for her.
I actually have such a perverted desire in my heart?
"Dad, in fact, I encouraged her to be a star." Qin Ze said loudly, "It's all my fault. If you want to beat me, just beat me."
Qin Bao Bao was moved by her brother's bravery and took a step back happily.
The old man pointed at Qin Ze with his finger and gritted his teeth.
Qin Ze obediently stretched out his hand.
The old man sneered twice. "Who said I want to beat your hand?"
Uh …
Qin Ze had a bad premonition in his heart. The old man's angry roar rang in his ears. "Kneel down!"
When he was a child, Qin Ze did something wrong. The old man pulled his son by the ear into the study and made Qin Ze kneel down. He waved the feather duster as if he was waving a bayonet at the Japanese …
At this moment, Qin Ze finally recalled the fear of being dominated by the old man and the humiliation of being locked up in the study as a punishment.
"Dad, I was wrong. What I said just now was false. You should continue to beat Qin Bao Bao." Qin Ze said loudly.
His sister quickly retreated and hid far away, looking at him warily.
The old man's way of educating his son was to not talk nonsense if he could do it. He went behind Qin Ze, raised the feather duster and hit it hard.
There was a muffled sound, not as crisp as the slap just now.
Qin Ze grimaced in pain. The old man was obviously holding back when he hit his sister. Qin Ze suddenly realized that he couldn't escape this beating. After the beating, his sister would beat him. Otherwise, why would they let him come back together?
"I asked you to instigate her. I asked you to write songs for her."
"I asked you to hide it for her. You've got guts."
While the old man was beating his son, he didn't forget to warn his daughter. Qin Baobao was timid. Every time her father's stick fell, she would tremble. It was as if the stick wasn't on Qin Ze's body, but on her.
Wang Zijin saw that Qin Ze was being punished. She opened her mouth but couldn't think of a reasonable reason to stop it. Wasn't it natural for a father to beat his son? She was an outsider. How could she stop it? Her words had no weight at all.
The old man was beating happily when suddenly, there was a crack. This old feather duster finally couldn't bear the burden and broke.
Qin Ze heaved a sigh of relief. Indeed, perseverance was victory. Finally, this evil feather duster died.
Qin Bao Bao also heaved a sigh of relief. The feather duster was broken. After her father beat her brother to vent his anger, there would be nothing to beat her with.
Wang Zijin also heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing Qin Ze being beaten, she actually felt a trace of heartache.
The old man sneered. "I still have a belt!"
Qin Ze: "…"
Qin Bao Bao: "…"
Wang Zijin: "…"
"Alright, your anger should have subsided." Qin Ma stepped in at the right time to be the peacemaker. She was used to playing this role. The old man was the bad guy, and she was the good guy. After the old man gave the big stick, Qin Ma gave the sweet jujube. Hugging little Qin Ze, she said, 'Baby son, don't cry. Mommy will give you a kiss.'
Qin Bao Bao's kiss reward was mostly passed down from her mother.
Of course, there were also mixed doubles. For example, Qin Bao Bao changed her name and signed a contract with a talent scout. Another example was Qin Ze being instigated by his sister to steal the family's money to buy popsicles.
"It's already past 10. Rest first. We'll talk another day." Qin Ma's casual words had the siblings' faces changing.
The old man threw the feather duster away and scolded, "I'll teach you a lesson tomorrow." He then turned around and walked to the master bedroom. When he passed by Qin Bao Bao, he glared at her. "And you."
The old man slammed the door.
Qin Ma stayed behind to clean things up. Looking at her son and daughter, she poked her daughter's forehead. "You're asking for trouble. You got your younger brother into trouble."
Qin Bao Bao pouted. She could not act coquettishly in front of her mother as usual. This was because her mother and father were on the same side.
"It's so late. Sleep at home."
Qin Bao Bao said reluctantly, "Okay."
She could not escape.
"Zijin, sleep with Bao Bao. Auntie will cook for you tomorrow." Qin Ma said pleasantly.
"Okay. Thank you, Auntie." Wang Zijin was also a woman who knew how to act. Her smile was impeccable.
"Mom, I have to go to work tomorrow. I'll leave after sleeping for a night." Qin Bao Bao said immediately.
"Leave?" Qin Ma laughed. "You can't leave until this matter is resolved."
Qin Ze's room was next to his sister's. He held his waist and went back to his room. Qin Bao Bao followed him.
"Go back to your room. I don't want to see you." Qin Ze scolded. "I told you that I would take the blame for you sooner or later."
Qin Baobao was like a little white rabbit in front of her father, but in front of her younger brother, she was like a big tiger baring its fangs and brandishing its claws. She said righteously, "You're the younger brother, so you have to take the blame for me."
He could not be bothered to reason with women.
Qin Ze felt a burning pain on his back and took off his coat.
Qin Bao Bao blushed for the first time. She spat and scolded, "I know you have a good figure. You show off every day. Hmph."
"Crazy." Qin Ze rolled his eyes and turned around. "My back hurts. Help me take a look."
Qin Bao Bao was stunned. There were dozens of bruises on Qin Ze's back. The most serious one was purple. It was a ghastly sight. After a few seconds, his sister burst into tears. She wiped her tears and ran out of the room. "Mom, mom, dad beat Azé up. Wuwuwu …"
Mrs. Qin was washing up in the bathroom when she heard the commotion. She was shocked and thought that something had happened to her son. She ran into the room with her daughter. Wang Zijin was next door. She heard the commotion and came over as well.
"It's fine. It's just bruises." Qin Ma heaved a sigh of relief.
When he was young, Qin Ze was often beaten until his butt was bruised. But bruises on his butt were not scary. Who had not been beaten by their parents when they were young? The bruises on his back gave people the illusion of being abused.
"Don't just stand there. Buy a bottle of YN Baiyao for your brother." Qin Ma ordered her daughter.
Qin Bao Bao wiped her tears and went out.
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