When I was fourteen years old, I was already at the same height as my father, but I never took the initiative to talk to him. That day, I told my father, 'I want to fight!' My father looked at me indifferently and said, 'I owe you a beating!' He's right. Since I can remember, he has been beating me to the death. My father is a teacher, and if he doesn't drink or smoke well, he will beat me up. We are four brothers, and I have the worst academic performance. My father always says that hitting ...