Later, he couldn't remember what kind of chaos it was. He only remembered that the people behind him forcibly took away his things. In a rage, he didn't know where the strength suddenly came from. He picked up something beside him and pointed it at him.
The person closest to him hit me hard.
Then he somehow separated from those people and fled home in embarrassment.
What I saw was my aunt's sad face, unable to show her face.
"Shang'er, how did you end up like this? You have been drinking for so long." He smelled of alcohol, had messy hair, and clothes stained with dust. He, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness, has never been described like this before.
.
"I wanted to drink some wine, but I was a little dizzy. When a water truck came over, I didn't notice it, haha." He said with a smile, as if he was talking about something ordinary or nothing had happened.
"Drink? You never drink. What's wrong with your face?" My aunt couldn't help but become suspicious when she saw a bruise under his cheek.
"Really? Maybe I didn't notice when I got up in the morning and bumped into the bedside table."
"Can it hit here?" My aunt didn't believe it, her eyes were straight, hoping to give her a satisfactory answer.
"Maybe I was too tired. I went to sleep with my head tilted last night. I didn't expect to find out when I got up that I slept sideways. I bumped into him as soon as I got up." He made up all the excuses he could use.
"Shang'er, the only one our Wei family can count on now is you. You must not get into trouble again, otherwise, I really don't know what to do." The aunt who has always been unmarried treats Wei Shang as her own son.
If she hadn't been a woman who couldn't support him anymore, she wouldn't have called him all the way here.
"I know, aunt." He said lightly and gave her a calm smile.
"Shang'er."
"Auntie, I'm a little tired. I'm going to take a shower first." What the aunt was about to say was interrupted by him, and then he hugged her and went back to his house.
After the house was ransacked last time, the house seemed deserted and without any presence. There were smashed and smashed things everywhere, and the remaining usable ones were put back in their original places. However, the cold smell never disappeared.
Pass.
He took a hasty shower, then lay on the bed and fell asleep with his head tilted.
He also had a dream. He forgot what it was about, but he didn't wake up from this dream for long.
Because I received a greeting from the police.
Of those three people in the street, one of them had his liver and spleen ruptured and he bled to death after being beaten by him, and he was the one who directly injured them.
Her aunt never imagined that the martial arts she had asked him to learn for self-defense would actually become the weapon that led to his crimes. Seeing her nephew being taken away, she fell to the ground in despair that she could not accept no matter what.
...
The house leaks when it rains all night, that's probably what happens.
Weijia, the last straw finally fell on me.
...
The Chicago court convicted Wei Shan of intentionally injuring another person causing death and was sentenced to 12 years in prison due to his previous fault.
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He forgot what was going through his mind that day when the verdict came down, and he forgot whether he saw his aunt's grief-stricken expression, and what the expressions of everyone at the table were.
I just feel cold all over, as if my future is uncertain, as if there is only a bottomless abyss in front of me and under my feet.
He especially remembers the first night, looking at the dim moonlight shining through the iron window, he just felt that the coldness spread all over his body, and it seemed that it could freeze the bone marrow.