"Who says it's not the case? He has been dragging his mother around half-deadly for so many years. Now that he is an adult, he can't do any work and has to take medicine all day long. If I were him, I would have jumped into the well to save myself from the burden.
Mother."
"I think he's not too old. If I find another one now, maybe I can have another one..."
"Hey hey hey!"
"..."
The men smiled meaningfully.
The young man who had not yet completely walked away heard the unscrupulous and obscene words coming from behind him. His originally peaceful face was now covered with a layer of frost due to anger.
Those words hurt his heart, and he wanted to rush forward and fight these people desperately, regardless of his own safety.
Fight until death!
But he can't!
He must live well and live well!
He also once thought that if he died, his mother would be able to escape from this sea of suffering.
He also tried to do that, but maybe when she opened her eyes again, he regretted it when he looked at his mother who had been watching him by the bedside all day and night, with red eyes, a haggard face, and a pleading face!
From then on, he began to work hard to take care of himself.
Even if it's just to prevent my mother from worrying.
He not only lived for himself, but also lived for his mother.
With his back to the group of people, he clenched his fists tightly, and the joints became extremely prominent due to excessive exertion. His nails dug deeply into his palms, and bright red blood oozed out instantly, like wild flowers blooming in his palms.
He opened his palms and admired the blood on them. The sharp stinging sensation could not hide the anger in his heart.
Only when he thinks of his mother who is eagerly waiting for his return at home, can he suppress the anger in his heart.
Thinking of the news he heard, he slowly exhaled.
Soon, these people will get their comeuppance!
He tried his best to suppress his impatience, and slowly moved away from the crowd with one step at a time as usual.
Only after he was sure that the group at the entrance of the village couldn't see him did he speed up his pace a little.
And when he was about to reach the door of his house, he saw his neighbor next door, who was apparently putting the soles of his shoes under the shade of a tree, but was actually glancing home from time to time, and he returned to his previous appearance.
When he walked to the door, he seemed exhausted and collapsed directly on the door. After resting for a while and coughing several times, he knocked on the door.
The people inside seemed to have been waiting for a long time. As soon as he knocked on the door, the door was opened.
Looking at her pale son, the woman who opened the door hurried up to help her and asked excitedly: "A Shou, are you okay?"
The young man seemed to be holding on, forcing a smile on his pale face, and softly comforted the bewildered woman: "Mom, I'm fine, I'm just tired from walking. I'll be fine if I go back and rest for a while."
As soon as these words came out, the helpless woman seemed to have heard the words of the gods and quickly helped her son back to the house to rest.
Looking at the door that was closed again, the old lady who was picking up her shoe soles under the shade of the tree put down the awl in her hand and smiled disdainfully.
With this half-dead state, even if you let him out, what can he do?
And let yourself stare at a sick man all day long, wasting all your efforts!
But thinking about the two yuan she received every month, the old lady felt that this job was not bad.
Those two dollars were enough for her eldest grandson to eat meat.
But what’s going on this month? It’s been a few days since the promised date, so why haven’t the money been sent yet?
No, no, if he still wants to keep being watched by him, he will have to pay more next month.
After returning to the house, the young man relaxed.
"Cough cough cough! Cough cough..." After he relaxed, he kept coughing.
If the coughing at the door just now was fake, then it is real now.
After coughing for a long time, he finally stopped and took a deep breath. The young man smiled bitterly. Although he was just pretending to be like that, it was a fact that his body was weak.
Although it's not as serious as what he showed outside, it's not much better.
Ever since he fell into the water that winter and choked his lungs on the ice water, he has not been in good health.
It was only thanks to his mother's persistence and careful care over the years that he managed to save his life.
The woman looked at her son with heartache and wished she could take his place.
"Come on, come on, Ah Shou, drink some water quickly. Drink some water and you won't cough anymore." Seeing her son like this, the woman's heart felt like a knife, and she wanted to stab the person who caused all this.
But no, she still has to live, she has to live.
Without her, what would my son do?
As if he could read his mother's thoughts, the young man held his mother's hand.
Even in the house, he still subconsciously looked around. After making sure that no one was around, he breathed a sigh of relief.
Although he was at his own home, the young man still deliberately lowered his voice.
Holding his mother's hand, he said excitedly: "Mom, father's revenge will be avenged soon."
As soon as these words came out, the woman's face changed and she started to cover her son's mouth.
"Ah Shou, Mom doesn't think about anything now. As long as you can live well, Mom will be satisfied. Don't talk about revenge in the future, be careful of others overhearing..."
Do women hate it?
She hates it!
She couldn't wait to peel off those people's skin and cramps, and cut them into pieces with a thousand knives!
I wish I could drink his blood and eat his flesh...
If she were alone, she would do whatever she wanted, and she would never let her enemy get away with her late husband's belongings for so long.
But no, her son is still young and in poor health. What can he do without her?
Even if it was for her son, she would keep all her hatred in her heart.
During festivals and festivals, she even has to smile at the enemy who killed her husband.
The boy knew what his mother was thinking and didn't say anything. He just held his mother's hand a little harder.
The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable!
Not to mention his so-called uncle, who tried to kill him several times.
"Mom, that person has been arrested, we will be able to get out soon!"
As the young man said these words, he couldn't help but shed tears.
It’s been too long! It’s been too long!
Who in the village was responsible for her father's death? No one in the village was aware of it.
Just for that job and for the benefits that person proposed, everyone turned a blind eye.
Don't listen, don't ask, don't say anything about everything, thinking that it has nothing to do with you.
His father was obviously still alive when he was hit on the head with a shovel, but these people just watched his biological father slowly die for the sake of the unwarranted benefits.
His good second uncle thought that by giving him a little salary every month, he was a good person and would not be tortured by his conscience.
He can take over his father's job with peace of mind and leave the village with his family.
Every time he heard those people in the village praise his "good uncle" as a good person without conscience, he just felt! Hate! Hate!
