When he was about to return home at the corner, he heard a loud noise in his home. It was his mother's crying. The neighbors looked around, but no one was ready to help. His father threw the shoulder pole in his hand and broke into the house. He saw two black horses parked in the small courtyard, and two pretty men were tearing his mother's clothes. Their hair was flying in the air, and his mother cried like a weeping flower. One of her hands tightly grabbed the clothes, and the other held a pair of scissors against her neck, which had already scratched the blood stain.
There was a touch of red in his father's eyes. His father ran to him as if he had gone mad. It was a man riding a horse on the ground and bumping into his father. Another man took advantage of the gap between his father's
