The boy's voice was very soft.
But it interrupted the woman's cry.
The woman raised her head in surprise, and her voice suddenly stopped, followed by an even more violent roar, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances she had suffered over the years.
The young man was silent, and when the woman was almost done venting, he spoke softly: "Mom, I'm not sorry for you."
"On the contrary, I am always by your side every time you are sad."
"You have an outlet. You can vent any of your emotions on me."
When the young man said this, he lowered his head and smiled softly. Zhuan'er raised his head and looked at the messy woman. His voice was as light as a feather floating in the air: "But, what about me?"
The woman was stunned and looked up at her son in confusion.
Suddenly I realized that my son had grown so big.
He actually stood up and was already taller than himself. His strong muscles and slightly small coat were like a child's clothes put on an adult.
When did he grow so tall and when did his clothes become shorter?
The boy was still smiling, with a lingering sadness in his eyes: "Mom, I am a trash can."
"Dad can beat me up when he comes back and loses money in gambling. You can beat me up when you feel wronged by my dad. You two can beat me up whenever you encounter something unhappy. You both have an outlet, but I have no friends at school, my teachers dislike me, and I have no one to rely on when I go home."
"I only have myself."
He smiled brightly and his eyes were sparkling, as if there were tears in his eyes.
But from beginning to end, tears did not fall.
The woman was driven mad by these words, and she roared angrily: "What a trash can, what outlet, what are you talking about?"
"I think you just have no conscience. You only have yourself in your heart!"
"Why do you have no friends in school? Shouldn't you reflect on yourself? Isn't it because you have a weird personality and can't get along with anyone?"
Women are like machine guns, crackling and firing.
The young man was silent again.
He always had a smile on his face.
Just watch the woman vent quietly.
Finally, the woman said she was tired, or she might have believed herself, and felt that everything she said was true.
She sat down slumped and looked at him with a serious face: "Mom said this is for your own good. You will understand when you grow up."
He didn't speak.
The woman sighed, as if she was lamenting that she had a bad life and gave birth to such an ignorant child.
She shook her head: "You just need to know that as a parent, you only want to do the best for your children. Look at your father. He drinks all day long and loses his temper when he drinks too much. I am the only one supporting this family. You You must study hard and go to a good school in the future. When you grow up, you will know that your mother is doing everything for your own good..."
The woman rambled on and on.
It was nothing more than saying that he had been working hard and how difficult it had been over the past few years, so he was told to be obedient and filial.
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Splattered all over his face.
The woman's painful scream finally sounded. She wanted to dodge, but found that there was nowhere to escape.
He had grown into a man, and was a head taller than her useless husband.
Young and strong, she couldn't resist at all.
Finally, in the room filled with blood, the woman lost her last breath of life.
Like a withered flower, it fell into a pool of blood forever.
His face was expressionless, and he scratched his hand in the blood pool on the ground, feeling the still warm temperature.
Then he smiled and turned his head.
The man lying on the ground woke up at some point and was looking at him in horror.
He drank.
But not drunk.
Even if you are drunk, you are still conscious.
Has anyone ever seen someone who drank too much beat up a leader?
It's nothing more than doing some reckless things by saying "I drank too much".
He stood up with a smile, holding the kitchen knife in his hand: "Dad, are you awake?"
"Mom doesn't want to kill you. She is a stupid woman. Even though she is like this, she still loves you."
"But daddy, I'm here."
"Mom loves you so much, can you go and accompany her?"
The man ducked back in horror, hitting him with anything he could touch while retreating.
He seemed to feel no pain, and slowly, step by step, walked towards the man.
Finally, the man retreated to the corner. Like the woman, he had no way to retreat.
He pretended to be fierce: "I am your father!"
He nodded and said casually, "Well, what next?"
"You can't do this to me. This is parricide, father, and you will be spurned by others!"
He raised his eyebrows, with a trace of doubt on his handsome face: "Is that so..."
"But Dad, have you done what a father should do?"
"Have you given anything to this family?"
He laughed again. It had to be said that he looked like his mother. Although his handsome face had not yet fully grown up, he was already secretly handsome.
The man was so frightened that his body began to tremble violently like a pig. His voice was trembling: "I am your father! I am your father!"
This is all he seems to say.
He closed his eyes, a little impatient.
He pretends to be crazy and stupid all day long, desperate to save face, and beats women to prove that he is awesome.
In fact, he is just a coward who allows others to bully him. He bows his head and flatters everyone he sees.
With such a thing, you can only be awesome at home and regain some of your dignity as a man.
It's better to die.
He killed the man with one blow, stabbing the man's chest with precision.
The door opened at some point, and what Cheng Ye and others saw was a bright red scene like purgatory.
There was blood everywhere and it was sprayed in a mess.
The man was paralyzed due to drinking, and he was hacked to death without much resistance.
After confirming that the man was dead, he sat down lazily and sighed deeply: "It's always like this."
He didn't realize that the door had been opened long ago, nor that there were three people standing behind him.
This room was already filled with blood.
All four of them remained in their original positions without moving, and even their breathing was restrained and kept low.
Don't know what to say or what to do.
Silence, long silence.
He curled up into a ball and buried his head between his knees.
so tired.
He thought so.
