Chapter 68 (1/2)
”Amu, amu, FK, damned little bichi, where have you died? You are born with bichi just like your mother PA, tell her to get out of here
The angry beating and scolding sound repeatedly sounded in the room, the mother's painful pleading and sobbing, like the devil's whispering, kept running into the head.
Aimo curled up his young body and hid in the dark space under the floor. His hands were desperately covering his ears, and his lower lip was unconsciously bitten by his teeth to bleed.
The man who broke into the house was her own father. He drank, gambled, smoked opium and never went to work.
Only when he had no money, he would come back home and take every cent of his mother's hard work.
All she and her mother could get was vicious cursing, kicking and threatening.
”Bichi, I should sell you to Hualou. Wait. Sooner or later, I'll sell you bichi together. I'll do this, FK, damn...”
The voice gradually faded away. Aimo tried to release his hands covering his ears. He was hesitating whether to go out to have a look. He heard a roar of ”ah ~ ~” outside the house.
He wandered around the room again with nightmarish steps, followed by bitter curses: ”FK, if I don't see that little green pool next time, I'll burn a scar on your face with a cigar, ha ha...”
I don't know how long after that, Aimo seemed to hear the call from afar. The voice was full of love, warm as the sun, and calmed her trembling body and heart.
”Emo, emo, it's OK. It's OK.” With her mother in her arms, amo could see her bruised eyes and bleeding nose.
The corner of her mouth was torn by a sharp weapon, and the blood was bleeding. It was the scar left by the broken wine bottle.
”Mother, divorce him! I don't want him to disturb our life again, I hate him, I want him To die. ” A trace of resentment welled up in Aimo's eyes.
”No, emo, he's your father. You can't see him like that.” Mother stroked her cheek with her hand, and tears burst out of the corner of her eyes.
”I can't get rid of him, emo. There's no way. He'll kill us. I can't let him hurt you. I love you baby, you know what? Baby, I love you forever.”
At the age of 8, little emo was tightly held by her mother, looking numb at the cold world.
One day, amo saw a piece of news in the newspaper that he had picked up: ”Joseph's lawyer won the lawsuit, which was the killer of domestic violence, so that women who suffered from domestic violence were reborn...”
”Mom, I want to go to school.” AMO took advantage of the man's absence, ran home quietly, looked up at his mother's eyes, flashing a light called ”hope.”.
She knew very well that there was no way for her family to pay a large amount of lawyer's fees, and that her mother would only choose to swallow her anger.
So amo made a decision in his heart, ”to become a lawyer and recover my dignity and my mother's freedom.”
Her mother signed up for amo at a church school four blocks away and bribed the pastor with the money she had saved so that she could stay in the school.
Since then, there is a girl always holding a book. Her clothes are always full of patches, her shoes are full of holes, and her body is thin and weak.
But as time went on, the light in her eyes called ”Hope” grew brighter and brighter.
At night, when the other children are home, or in the warm room at school, sleeping under the covers.
Aimo will appear at the corner of the office building, in the corridor outside the priests' rooms, and in the back of the building by the dirty sewage pool.
There is always a light on every night in these places, so that she can look through the books all night long. Aimo greedily absorbs the knowledge in the books.
Her brain is not smart, but she is willing to spend ten times, a hundred times more than others, that small body, as if hidden giant giant, supporting her forward.
Mother seldom comes to see her, and every time she comes, she just leaves some money in a hurry, covering her bruised face and leaving in a hurry.
Cold bread cheap, she eat cold bread, no milk on the water pipe to drink cold water, the weather is cold, fold the quilt into a double layer curled up sleep.
When the shoes were rotten, she would wear the old shoes she had picked up. When the clothes were worn out, she would cut some good cloth from the old clothes and sew them into a colorful ”fashionable” new dress.
Even if she would be ridiculed and sneered at, even if everyone called her poor and country bumpkin behind her back, Aimo still insisted and insisted in silence.
Only in the dead of night, when reading under the street lamp, tears will wet the pages of the book drop by drop. The silent choking witnessed her growth and efforts.
Aimo takes every cent to the limit, only one thing can't.
Buy books!
Every weekend, Aimo will get up early in the morning, even if he only sleeps for 4 hours a day, but as soon as he thinks that he can learn new knowledge immediately, his body is full of strength.
Just before dawn, amo was standing in front of the thrift market bookstore. When the boss opened the door a crack, she ran in like a sly squirrel.When you open a book, Aimo will choose what you need, stack them all beside you, and then sit on it and read it carefully.
Until nightfall, Aimo will put the books back to their original position, and then buy the old books that have not yet been able to read.
The boss has been used to this, from the initial reprimand, to the later silence, and then to the present half sale and half delivery, Aimo also keeps in mind.
”You're going to make a difference, big man of the future.” The boss said with a smile.
It was the first time that emo was encouraged. When the words were transmitted to the brain through the ear holes and along the nerves, he seemed to hear a groundbreaking bang.
Boom ~ ~
the loud noise was so shocking that an unprecedented strength and confidence swam around her, but her clothes were wet with tears.
With his thin body squatting at the table, Aimo hugged his knees with both hands, crying bitterly for the first time in his life.
”I will. I'll be big. I'll show you.” With her red and swollen eyes on her back, amo strode forward with her head raised.
With the growth of age and the accumulation of knowledge, Aimo's performance is getting better and better. She first entered St Paul's girls' school with her excellent results.
After that, he received a special invitation from Harvard Law School and received a full scholarship.
When amo is stepping on a firm step, head up toward the goal, the bad news came, her mother because of excessive fatigue, fell from the roof, died on the spot.
Aimofeng ran home in general, only to see the open door and the room that had been ravaged by robbers. The man with the only valuable thing in the family disappeared.
After holding a simple funeral for her mother, Aimo began to investigate the cause of her mother's death. She did not believe that her mother died of a slip. All this must have something to do with the man.