Give the slag and accept the end

It is said that children remember things faster and forget things faster.Many people don’t remember their childhood when they grow up, and so does Fang Yi. He also can’t remember what his mother looked like, but he remembers the scar on the back of his mother’s hand—it’s because he was naughty when he was a child. While playing, I accidentally fell down and almost hit the stove. The moment my forehead hit the hot iron stove, my mother put her hand under it and was burned by the stove like a soldering iron.

At that time, the family was poor, and my mother had to wash and cook with the wound, so the wound was always good or bad, and it proliferated over time, and a piece of flesh of different colors grew out, slightly protruding on the back of the hand. terror.

About half a month ago, he was begging for money by singing under the flyover with a small speaker on his back. He sang "I Want to Have a Home", which he sang on purpose.It was Children's Day that day, and there were many children and parents on the street. The adults around the children were always a little soft-hearted and generous in giving money, not to mention that he sang a sentimental song that day.

One piece, five pieces, ten pieces, 20 yuan.As he said thank you, he bent down and bowed humbly, his mouth was still numbly singing songs that could arouse people's sympathy.

Before he could raise his buried head, a red banknote suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.After the banknotes fell into the money box, he saw a hand with a peculiar scar, and then he heard a slightly trembling female voice.

"Son, what's your... name?"

The singing stopped abruptly, and his world suddenly lost all sound.

The lips opened and closed, unable to utter a single sound, and something was stuffed in the throat, which made people panic.He wanted to look up at the speaker, but his neck seemed to be weighed down by a heavy stone and he couldn't lift it up.

"My child, your name is..."

When the woman was about to ask again, a pair of men's trendy sneakers appeared in front of his eyes, and a boy's energetic voice came from above his head: "Mom, why are you giving money to beggars again, beggars are so liars now It's been exposed in the news, they can earn a lot every day!"

"Baby." The woman was a little flustered. She straightened up quickly and forced a smile, "Didn't you go there to buy ice cream? Where's the ice cream?"

"There are too many people, I don't want to queue, so I just bought a bottle of water." As he spoke, the boy picked up a bottle of mineral water and shook it at her, "It's not expensive."

After finishing speaking, he glanced at Fang Yi who was dusty on the ground, squatted down and took out the 100 yuan from the money box, stood up and stuffed it back into the woman's hand: "Our family is out of money now. Save some flowers, you know mom?"

After finishing speaking, he took out a twenty-cent coin from his pocket, threw it into Fang Yi's money box, and then pulled the woman to leave.Fang Yi quickly raised his head and glanced at the woman.

The memories accumulated ten years ago suddenly flooded out, those familiar eyebrows, those scalded hands, yes, it was——

"Mom, this beggar is so weird, let's go quickly."

The boy pulled the middle-aged woman away.

Don't go!

Fang Yi wanted to chase, but he couldn't get up. When he found his shovel to push the skateboard, the two had disappeared into the crowd.

That day he took a shovel and propped up the skateboard to look for someone everywhere, but he never found the woman again.When he returned to the footbridge, his small stereo was taken away by someone, so he didn't get much money until the stall was closed. When he returned to the bungalow at night, he was beaten up by Fang Xing who was drunk and asked for money. The treatment, the fool also received a beating.

It doesn't matter if the idiot's physique is good, but Fang Yi had a high fever until the next day, and the next day he was still carried by the idiot to the clinic.A few days later, he overheard Fang Xing's conversation with Chen Cuifang, saying that he would sell the idiot to a rich man with eccentricities.

That is, from that day on, he became murderous.

Kill Fang Xing and Chen Cuifang, and he will be free.He has to go back to his mother, father, and he has to go back to his home.

This time, he will not let go of his mother's hand.

……

"Let go, child." With red eyes, the woman forcefully separated Fang Yi's fingers holding her one by one with her scarred hand, her tone was painful but firm, "You really, admitted the wrong person. "

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I started writing at 9 o'clock. I wrote it so fast that the rest of it was bad. I didn't feel it, so I didn't post it in the second half. I will rewrite it tomorrow...