She went home with him and took out all the information she had found in the past two years.

Since his father's death, he has never shed a tear again, but after seeing these materials, he still can't help but shed tears of despair and pain.

She found the group of people who had killed her father in the first place, and he didn't want to find out why the police couldn't do it, but she was able to do it, although it took two whole years, and his mind was completely attracted by the name of that person.

When he was in the village, he met him more kindly, and occasionally gave him a candy or two to eat, and he had a good impression of him until ............ He abducted his mother.

I didn't expect it......... I didn't expect it............ He was on the verge of collapse, what the hell was all this for? What did their family owe him? Why did he kidnap his mother and kill his father?

What made him even more unacceptable was that his mother was fully aware of the fact that his father was killed by him, but she ............ As the saying goes, a husband and wife are a hundred days of grace, not to mention that the mother is still the cheating party, she has no remorse at all, but hides it for that person, where is he good?

Hatred almost ate his sanity, if it hadn't been for her wake-up!

"What are you going to do?" She asked!

"What should I do?" He laughed hysterically: "What to do? I want them to pay!! All of them have to pay for their grandparents and father!! ”

"It's a bit difficult!" She was a little embarrassed: "It has been so many years since the incident, and I have also gone through many investigations. The truth of the year was determined, but his uncle's death was not caused by him alone, and the group of people at that time were all drunk, so they would only be convicted of manslaughter, and it was impossible for people to pay for their lives! ”

"Why? Why is God so unfair? He said in despair: "My grandparents are such good people, but they linger on the sickbed all the year round, and finally commit suicide for their children and grandchildren, and my father is such a responsible person, but in the end he was abandoned by a woman and killed by an adulterer." Now you're telling me. There's no way I'm going to get justice? Is there any heavenly reason in this world? ”

"............" She looked at him in tears in a daze, and didn't speak for a long time.

Eventually, he stabilized his emotions. He was seventeen years old. Three years of independence. Being a lonely person, the warmth and coldness of life, has long made him no longer the one he was three years ago. A sensible boy who grew up being cared for, but with a few innocent parts.

"Thank you for helping me!" He secretly made that decision, and suddenly felt much more relaxed, and the shackles he had bound himself in the future were now meaningless.

She gave him a deep look and left.

Since the law can't give him justice, then he will seek justice himself!

The cold wind blew in through the narrow window cracks, and the temperature in the room was so cold that it seemed to freeze, and it was still a cold and snowy night.

He put on his father's shabby coat, put on the Leifeng hat with a few patches on it, and took a boning knife from the kitchen.

I still remember that when my father was alive, although the family was very poor, he would rather cut down on his own food and clothing, and would buy some pork ribs every now and then, and cook soup for him to drink, the meat was too expensive, so he could only buy some bones to satisfy his hunger.

The thick soup was steaming, boiling for hours, the white soup was churning, the fragrance could float out for miles, and the happiest thing was that after drinking the soup and gnawing away the slightest flesh foam left on the bones, my father took out this knife, knocked the boiled white bones, cut them off, and the thick white bone marrow flowed out, and he could never forget that taste.

The weather on this night was exactly the same as that night, and perhaps this decision was the guidance of my father!

He pinned the boning knife to his waist, blocked it with his coat, and then picked up an umbrella, which his father had already lost on that occasion. And this umbrella was a new one he bought later, although the appearance and color are no different from the previous one, but he knows that there are some things that can never be found if they are lost, and nothing can be replaced.

The wind and snow were blowing, he held the umbrella one foot deep and one foot shallow, blocking the snowflakes in the night sky, no matter how bad the situation, he could not change his determination!

He walked to the corner of the city, he walked through the alley, the alley that devoured his father's life, the dark alley behind the gorgeous streets and commercial cities, and on both sides of the long alley, there were uneven low bungalows of different heights, all of which were privately built for rent, all of them were made of cement and not painted, one by one, very densely packed, and it was difficult to see the sun, and it would feel cold when you walked in during the day, let alone at nightIt's still a snowy night.

This is the corner of the city, a depression in the midst of prosperity, the ground is wet all the year round, even the cement on the walls is cracked by the water, and it is covered with black and yellow newspapers, or posters tied up from nowhere, or some small leaflets for the treatment of syphilis lymph.

At the end of the hut in the darkness, there was a large locust tree in front of the door, the yellow leaves of the branches of the tree had long been swept away in the autumn wind, and now all that was left was a branch pressed by the heavy white snow. Against the backdrop of the lonely and cold night, it is like a pure angel falling into the abyss, the angel is surrounded by darkness, and may be able to hold on to his faith at first, but the hopeless abyss, the boundless darkness, will tear everything apart.

As desperate and depressed as he was at the time, he reached into his coat, pressed the bulge on his waist, and knocked on the door.

The door was not opened, but there was an impatient female voice: "Who! "Then came the sound of footsteps.

He heard that strange and familiar voice, and couldn't help but be silent for a while, he thought he could not care, but when he heard her voice, the anger in his heart was surging, he was a smart man, and he knew that there was no love and no hate!

But............ Whether it's hatred or love, the hatred of killing your father, you don't share the sky!!

He tightened the handle of the knife and bit his lower lip, as if to strengthen his conviction and cheer himself up.

The door creaked open, and when the woman saw him, she was stunned for a moment, and then her face turned red, and her lips moved silently, as if she wanted to say something but lacked enough courage.

His main target is that person!

So he said, "Why don't you invite me in and sit?" ”

The woman came back to her senses, then gave way in a little panic, then turned left and right, and brought him fruit and candy, and seemed to be a little overwhelmed. (To be continued.) )