"When I turned 15, my mother passed away."
Father brought home a young woman named Lan Xin, who was only 23 years old.
The woman is exceptionally beautiful.
She has long legs, a slender waist, and a big butt!
Her voluptuous figure needs no comment, and just her bewitching peach blossom face has left my father spellbound.
My father told me to call her "little mom."
"No way!"
Fox spirit!
My father asked coldly, "What did you call her?"
I proudly said, "I called her a fox spirit, what's wrong with that?"
My father was instantly angered and raised his hand to slap me.
I felt stars in my eyes, and a stinging pain on my face. Instinctively, I covered my face with my hand and glared at him with anger.
Even when I was the most naughty and over the top, and did things that made my father angry beyond words, he never hesitated to spank me.
I never imagined that he would beat me today just for this woman.
This left me feeling incredibly heartbroken and very sad, and I couldn't help but shed tears of injustice.
I wiped my tears with my hand, pointed at my father's nose and said:
"What kind of nonsense is this? My mom just passed away a few days ago, and you bring home a fox spirit. She's only a few years older than me, and you want me to call her 'little mom.' You're like an old bull going after a young cow. It's absurd! Don't you think it's shameful?"
"My son…" These words truly enraged my father. In a fury, he roared and, blushing in anger, lunged towards me.
Lan Xin hurried forward and used her body to shield me, scolding loudly:
"Old Zhang, what are you doing? The child is still young, it's normal for him to accept me for a while. If he likes to call me whatever he wants, let him. Why do you have to hit him?"
With her intervention, my father's anger subsided, but he still muttered angrily:
"You little rascal, since you're my 'little mom's,' I'll let you off this time. But if you keep making a fuss in front of us, I won't be nice to you."
"Enough," Lan Xin bellowed angrily. "Zhang Ziwen, can you stop talking already? Can't you shut up for a little bit?"
My father finally agreed to be quiet and no longer hit me.
It seemed that this woman had a firm grip on my father, and he was a bit afraid of her.
Seeing someone like her protect me, I felt warm in an instant. But thinking of her as the fox spirit who had seduced my father, a feeling of disgust arose within me.
I thought, if it wasn't for her, I wouldn't have gotten beaten up.
I pushed her away with a force, and said in an irate manner, "You fox spirit, don't pretend in front of me. I'll never call you 'little mom' in my lifetime!"
Lan Xin stared at me in amazement.
"Fox spirit!"
After uttering those three words again, I turned and walked out of the front door.
I heard my father's hysterical shouting behind me: "You little rascal, if you're brave enough, leave and never come back again!"
This was clearly an attempt to kick me out of the house, to make room for that woman!
My heart was filled with a sharp pain, and I quickly took the elevator downstairs.
I hate my father more than anything else. I hate that woman!
I even suspect that my mother was poisoned to death by this couple of dogs.
I have no more attachment to this family.
I decide to leave home.
However, as a student who is only in the third year of junior high school, what can I possibly do out there?
Where will I have a place to stay?
To work?
No employer would dare hire child labor.
To mix with society?
But I don't have the potential to become a delinquent.
What can I do?
I couldn't bear the thought of wandering the streets like a beggar, begging for money every day.
After much deliberation, I decided to go to my grandmother who lived in the countryside.
When I left Rongcheng and arrived at my grandmother's house after three hours on the bus, she was especially happy.
But soon she realized something and asked me, "Longlong, why don't you go to a good school in the city? What are you doing here in the countryside?"
My mother's death had obviously been a great shock to my grandmother, and the loss of her child made her look much older all at once.
I cried and said, "My father found a fox spirit and doesn't want me anymore..."
Upon learning that my father had slapped me in the face and kicked me out of the house for the fox spirit Lan Xin, my grandmother was genuinely upset.
She stood up for me, saying, "Your father is no human; he's an animal. If he doesn't want you, then you can stay with me in peace!"
My nose went sour, and I buried my head in my grandmother's arms.
Perhaps because of a sense of conscience, my father drove to my grandmother's house the next day with Lan Xin, preparing to pick me up and bring me back to the city.
Even though my grandmother had been convinced by them, I had made up my mind. No matter how they apologized or tried to comfort me, I absolutely refused to go back with them.
In any case, my academic performance was poor. Even if I was about to finish junior high school, I wouldn't be able to get into high school. It would be better for me to stay with my grandmother and help her farm.
I scoffed coldly, "Would you really let go of me?"
"I…" Lan Xin wanted to say something but stopped short, her expression filled with reluctance.
My father, misunderstanding my intentions, shouted at me and cursed: "What are you talking to your 'little mom' about? Hurry up and come back with us to the city!"
"I won't!" I shook my head and said firmly, "Today, you can beat me to death, but I still don't want to go back with you!"
"You little rascal, you're getting more and more unmanageable. Are you trying to fly now?"
My father coldly shouted, and took a flying leap towards me, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the Audi A6 car that was parked in the courtyard.
In a panic, I bit his arm hard.
"Aiyo!" My father cried out in pain and quickly released my hand.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, I ran away from my grandmother's house like crazy. I shaved off my hair in a nearby village barber shop and sneakily hid in that mountain temple.
I had made up my mind to stay here and become a monk, rather than going back with them.
The village wasn't large, and after some inquiries, my father found me. But seeing me with a big shaved head, he was so shocked that he couldn't speak for a long time.
Eventually, he angrily cursed, "If you have the guts, you can stay here and be a monk for the rest of your life. Don't go back to society and learn. I wonder how you'll make a living when you grow up!"
At this point, I was also rebellious to the extreme, directly swearing at my father: "I don't care if I live or die. From now on, I'm cutting off your lineage."
Finally, my father glared at me fiercely three times before turning around and heading straight down the mountain.
The abbot of the temple was a learned and enlightened monk.
Seeing that I had a good physique, which was a promising martial arts talent, he invited me to live in the temple and imparted martial arts skills to me.
I took this opportunity to become his disciple.
Due to my diligent practice and high aptitude, I quickly gained my master's favor.
He passed on to me all of his life's martial arts, with no holding back. Additionally, he imparted to me much knowledge and the principles of life.
I studied under him for three years.
During those three years, my father never came to visit again.
I thought I was going to spend my whole life as a monk when suddenly my master kicked me out of the temple.
I argued with my master.
My master, however, argued that I had been taking advantage of the temple for three years, enjoying free food and drink, and now wanted to retire there.
I knew that my master was deliberately saying this to prevent me from harboring any lingering feelings for the temple.
Now, I have grown into a tall young man of 180 cm in height, with a robust and muscular build.
To be honest, I really don't think I'm suitable for being a monk.
Even though my master kicked me out of the temple, I am still grateful to him.
After bowing deeply at the temple gate three times, I left the mountain.
When I went to say goodbye to my grandmother, I found an Audi A6 car parked in the courtyard.
At a glance, I recognized it as my father's car!
