从前,有位富翁,年近五十,方得一子。老来得子,哪有不爱之理!在富翁眼里,小儿子就像是无价之宝。这位富翁抱着儿子成天乐得合不上嘴。过了几年,儿子有四五岁了。由于父亲的娇惯,一不高兴就张口骂人,动手打人,简直是强横霸道无所不至。父亲总觉得儿子年纪还小,不懂事,从不认真管教,敷衍两句拉倒,对儿子一直是采取纵容的态度。儿子随着年龄的增大,恶习不断膨胀,胆子越来越大。到了十七八岁的时候,他竟常常偷父亲的钱,到外面去赌博,一掷千金,毫 Once upon a time, there was a millionaire, nearly fifty years old, had a son. The old child, how can you not love the reason! In the eyes of rich man, the younger son is like a priceless treasure. The rich man can not hold his son until the end of the day together. A few years later, my son was four or five years old. As a result of his father’s pampered, unhappy mouth on curse, hit people, it is tyranny everywhere. My father always felt that his son was young and naive. He never seriously disciplined himself and perfunctoryly tried his best to indulge his son. As her son grows older, abuse continues to expand and her courage is getting bigger and bigger. At the age of seventeen and eighteen, he often steal his father’s money to go outside to gamble, spending big bucks, cents