Free Days in Siheyuan

Chapter 1177 Hate! hatred! hatred!
"Who says it's not true? He has been dragging his mother along half-dead for so many years. He is so grown up and can't do any work. He has to take medicine all day long. If I were him, I would have jumped into the well long ago to avoid dragging down my mother."

"I think his mother is not too old. If we find another one now, maybe we can have another one..."

"Hey hey hey!"

"..."

The men smiled meaningfully.

The young man, who had not yet walked far away, heard the unbridled obscenities coming from behind him. His originally calm face was now covered with a layer of frost because of anger.

Those words hurt his heart, and he wanted to risk his life and rush forward to fight these people to the death.

Fight until death!

But he can't!

He must live well and live well!

He once thought that if he died, his mother would be able to escape from this suffering.

He also tried to do that. Maybe when she opened her eyes again and looked at her mother who had been guarding him by the bed for a day and a night, with red eyes, haggard face, and pleading expression, he regretted it!

From then on, he began to work hard to take better care of himself.

Even if it’s just to prevent my mother from worrying.

He lives not only for himself, but also for his mother.

With his back to the group of people, he clenched his fists, his joints protruding from the excessive force, his nails deeply embedded in his palms, and bright red blood instantly seeped out, like wild flowers blooming in his palms.

He opened his palm and admired the blood on it. The sharp stinging sensation could not conceal the anger in his heart.

The only time he could suppress the anger in his heart was when he thought of his mother who was eagerly waiting for his return home.

Thinking of the news he had heard, he slowly let out a breath.

Soon, these people will get their comeuppance!
He tried his best to suppress his impatience, and slowly moved away from the crowd as usual, taking three steps at a time.

Only after he was sure that the people at the village entrance could not see him did he quicken his pace a little.

When he was almost at the door of his house, he saw his neighbor next door, who was apparently mending shoe soles under the shade of a tree but was actually glancing towards home from time to time. He returned to his previous state.

When he reached the door, he seemed exhausted and collapsed directly against the door. After resting for a while and coughing a few times, he knocked on the door.

The person inside seemed to have been waiting for a long time. As soon as he knocked on the door, it was opened.

Seeing her son's pale face, the woman who opened the door hurried over to support him, and asked excitedly, "Ah Shou, are you okay?"

The young man seemed to be forcing himself to smile, his pale face forced to comfort the bewildered woman, "Mom, I'm fine, I'm just tired from walking, I'll be fine after I go back and rest for a while."

After hearing these words, the panic-stricken woman hurriedly helped her son back to the house to rest as if she had heard the words of God.

Seeing the door closed again, the old lady who was sewing shoe soles under the shade of a tree put down the awl in her hand and smiled disdainfully.

He looks half dead like this. What can he do even if we let him go?
It's a waste of effort to keep an eye on a sickly person all day long!
But when she thought about the two dollars she got every month, the old lady felt that this job was not bad.

The two dollars were enough to buy meat for her eldest grandson.

But what’s going on this month? It’s been a few days since the agreed date, why hasn’t the money been sent yet?

No, no, if he still wants me to keep an eye on him, he will have to pay more next month.

After returning to the house, the boy finally relaxed.

"Cough, cough, cough! Cough, cough..." He started coughing non-stop after relaxing.

If the cough at the door just now was fake, then now it was real. After coughing for a long time, he finally stopped and took a deep breath. The boy smiled bitterly. Although he was pretending just now, it was a fact that he 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 in the dead of winter and his lungs were choked by the icy water, he has been in poor health.

Over the years, he has been able to survive thanks to his mother's loyalty and careful care.

The woman looked at her son with heartache and wished she could take his place.

"Come, come, A'shou, drink some water quickly. Drink some water and you will stop coughing." Seeing her son like this, the woman felt as if her heart was being cut by a knife, and she wished she could stab to death the person who caused all this.

But she couldn't, she had to live, she had to live.

What will happen to my son without her?
As if he understood his mother's thoughts, the boy held her hand.

Even though he was in the house, he still subconsciously looked around, and after making sure that there was no one around, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he was in his own home, the boy still lowered his voice intentionally.

Holding his mother's hand, he said excitedly, "Mom, Dad's revenge will be avenged soon."

As soon as these words were spoken, the woman's face changed and she reached out to cover her son's mouth.

"A Shou, I don't want anything now. As long as you can live well, I will be satisfied. Don't talk about revenge anymore, be careful of being heard..."

Does the woman hate it?

She hates it!
She wanted to skin those people alive and cut them into pieces!

I wish I could drink his blood and eat his flesh...

If she were alone, she would do whatever she wanted, but she would never let her enemy get away with her late husband's things for so long.

But it’s not possible. Her son is still young and in poor health. What will happen if she is gone?
Even for the sake of her son, she had to suppress all the hatred in her heart.

During festivals, they even have to greet the enemy who killed their husband with a smile.

The boy knew what his mother was thinking and said nothing. He just held his mother's hand a little tighter.

The hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable!

Not to mention his so-called uncle, who tried to kill him several times.

"Mom, that man has been caught. We will be able to get out soon!"

As the boy said this, he couldn't help but shed tears.

too long! It’s really too long!

No one in the village knew who had murdered her father.

Just for the job, for the benefits that person offered, everyone turned a blind eye.

Ignore and say nothing about anything, thinking that this way it has nothing to do with me.

His father was clearly still alive when he was hit on the head by the shovel, but for the sake of that unfounded benefit, these people watched his father slowly die.

His good second uncle thought that if he gave some of his salary every month, he would be considered a very good person and would not be tormented by his conscience.

He could 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 praising his "good uncle" as a kind man against his conscience, he just felt! Hate! Hate!
Hate...