Mr.Feng's Belove Wife

"It only shows that your primary school teacher at that time was not reasonable at all. Instead of solving the little boy's problem, he criticized you!" Pedro said with a low smile.

"It's not unreasonable. I just think I've told my teacher everything, not with my fists, let alone I'm a girl!" Early summer seven shrugs, mentions childhood those, actually did not care too much.

After all, it was not only the teachers who thought she was stubborn, but also her father, brothers and sisters. Moreover, she had to admit that her rebellious psychology was very serious at that time. She wanted to do what she didn't want to do, so she angered her father many times!

"Later, what happened after the transfer?" Asked Pedro with interest.

"Changed a new campus environment, can only adapt to, my father likes me to become a lady, but I was like a tomboy, fighting, over the wall, playing truant, doing everything... The teacher said I was a bad boy, but because I was at the top of every exam, so I turned a blind eye!"

Pedro got up, picked up a glass, put down the vodka, poured half a glass of red wine again, shook the glass, and said to the seventh day of summer: "it seems that you are the kind of smart and naughty child, but since you have good grades, your father should also be happy..."

"Compared with my brothers and sisters, I'm still far behind!" The seventh day of the summer shook his head, laughed and said, "well, those stories of my childhood have been finished. It's your turn!"

Pedro took a drink from his glass and said slowly: "little mute, my childhood starts from my wandering on the street... I don't know who my parents are. I only remember that I grew up in a slum. Later, I burned down the old house there. There was no subsidy or relief. I started to wander around, picking up garbage and selling garbage, I earned a little money to feed my stomach, but unfortunately I was robbed by a group of adult beggars! "

On the seventh day of the summer, she frowned. This past reminds her of poor Noah. The child, like Pedro, has been looking for food everywhere and being bullied by beggars!

"Later, I met a beggar who was willing to give me food. He thought he was kind-hearted, but he had other ideas. He wanted to break my hands and feet and make me disabled, so that he could pretend to be his son and beg more money on the street!"

Pedro said this with a sneer on the corner of his lips, took a drink from his glass, and his eyes twinkled with cold light.

"And then?" On the seventh day of the summer, she asked nervously, not that she had never heard of such a thing, but now when Pedro talked about it, she thought that little Noah might have encountered such a thing in the street, and her heart was torn up.

"Later, I realized his intention and wrestled with him directly. At last, I relied on a brick and patted him on the head when he didn't pay attention, which broke his breath!"

Pedro sneered and said in a faint tone: "that was the first time I had human life on my hand, but I don't regret it... Because for us who live at the bottom, like ants, no one would care about one more or one less. If it wasn't for him to die, it would be me who died in the end!"

On the seventh day of the summer, she fell silent. She could not even evaluate Pedro's experience. After all, how could a child living on the street care about the result when fighting with an adult beggar who wanted to kill him?

What he thought at that time was that he must live!

"Were you afraid to kill the beggar?" The seventh day of the summer asked hesitantly.

"Afraid? Of course, I'm afraid, but I've overcome my fear with the idea of living! " Pedro laughed at himself and continued: "later, I found a truck driver who ran a long distance, asked him to give me a ride, left that messy place and went to another city..."

"Haven't you ever thought about looking for your own parents or relatives?" The seventh day of the summer asked in a low voice.

"So what? Since I was abandoned in the slum, no one would care about my life or death! " Pedro laughed, stroked the edge of his glass and said coldly, "I don't care, as long as I live! Later, I worked as a child laborer and smuggled to another country with a snakehead. I watched the child laborer who was about my age suffocated in the box. What I thought was that I must get out of the way, but this kind of life of the bottom class! "

"In fact, you can choose another way, earn money to go to school..." the seventh day of the summer can't help whispering.

"Go to school? People like me, who don't even have identity certificates, won't be accepted by schools at all! " Pedro shook his head with self mockery and said in a deep voice: "of course, I can't go to school, but I can't leave my culture class. In order to read, I used to sneak into a middle-class home with a tutor and study in the dark. Later, I got a knife in the garbage can and threatened a teacher to teach me to read and write!"

When Pedro talked about the past, he said with emotion: "no matter what means I use, I have achieved my goal! After I had saved some money, I started to run with a few workers at the wharf, and finally found some ways to make a lot of money.... "

Although Pedro did not say clearly, the seventh day of the summer can also guess what he means by making a lot of money!

Pedro didn't go on. On the seventh day of the summer, he felt that it was not easy for a child to wander from his past experience. Fortunately, she and Feng Xun brought little Noah to his side!

Otherwise, young Noah may also take a road of no return. When young Noah comes of age, it's too late to change

"Pedro, I sympathize with your childhood experience, but I still want to say that everyone's path is his own choice, you have suffered so much, you have to work hard to learn, if you can really study hard, get an identity, and then go to college, maybe you will go on another road!"

Summer seven said here, pause, said with a smile: "you are also a smart person, but your IQ used in the wrong direction!"

Pedro did not answer, but quietly drank the red wine in his hand. At last, he slowly said: "little mute, when you were a child, did you have something special you wanted?"

At the beginning of summer, I was stunned and pondered for a moment, then hesitated to reply: "of course I want something... I still remember that my elder brother took me to the air show. I really want to have an airplane, but it's impossible. Finally, my elder brother comforted me and sent me a model airplane from the air show. I can't put it down!"