Wang Bo naively hates killing, he looks down on the bully and beats his stepmother. But after her death, he couldn't help but regret that Wang Botian still had some doubts about whether his stepmother should die, and when he was entangled, he found something that made him even more worried.

When he thought that the boy's father would finally treat the boy well, the boy's father beat the boy in public.

"You are an unfilial son, you killed your mother, killed your unborn brother or sister, and now you killed your stepmother, so many people died because of you, why don't you die. ”

This is what the scumbag said at his stepmother's funeral. Wang Botian was already distressed about the young man's experience, so even if the young man and the servant designed to kill his mother, he seemed to understand him somewhat.

It turns out that there can be a reason for killing.

Dong Kun asked: "If it were you, what would you do? Give you a chance to dispose of the person you hate in your heart, will you seize it?"

Wang Botian thought that he was really much better than his youth, although he didn't have parents, but his grandfather was very good to him, and the people in Moonlight City took good care of him, and he also met a lot of new friends in the past ten days.

"I don't know, I haven't experienced it, I feel sorry for him, but, if it were me, I would probably do the same. Because I can't think of what he would have done if he had been under the pressure of his stepmother, because I always felt that he would also be killed by his stepmother. ”

This is the first time Wang Botian has seriously said the word "death", perhaps, only when he sees it, will he understand that many things are not his ideals, and in the face of reality, all his conjectures are a dead letter.

"Senior, let's go back. ”

"Do you think the trial is over?" Dong Kun squinted.

"Not yet? I feel much better, less resistant. ”

"What you see is just appearances. Dong Kun said, "The real evil will never stop here." ”

Soon, the young man's stepmother was buried, and the young man was still squeezed into the firewood room, and the power of the family was monopolized in the hands of the scumbag, but because the scumbag father was often outside, the actual power of the family was in a group of servants.

If there was a conflict with the servant at home, he would join other subordinates to sue the boy in front of the scumbag, and if he made any mistakes, he would say that the boy instructed them to do it, and the scumbag never thought about it, but he was beaten so badly that the boy never had a good skin on his body.

So the boy became a subordinate of the subordinate, and he never dared to say a word.

Looking at all this, Wang Botian wanted to say, is this really the young man's home? Why does he have no status at all in the family and dare not say a word?

Two days after his stepmother was buried, the boy came to the grave, dug up the coffin at night, and chopped it with the axe he had brought with him until it turned into powder.

At the same time, he kept muttering: "It's all your fault, why, I thought you were my worst enemy, without you, my dad would love me, and no one would bully me anymore, why?"

After venting the hatred in his heart, he went to the ground with his butt and cried with his head.

The servant who came out from behind him and helped him with advice last time: "Why, young master, are you still so sad like this?"

"In the whole house, you are the only one who regards me as a young master, and you are the only one who is the best for me!" When the young man saw the comer, he threw himself into the servant's arms and poured out his bitter water one by one.

"Young master, you see, in fact, you are the head of the family, why do you want others to ride on your head? The family is afraid of your father, but never you, because your father controls the expenses of the entire family, and the others never dare to resist in order to survive. ”

The boy nodded approvingly.

"If one day you have this right, then no one will dare to despise you anymore. ”

"Then what should I do to become like this?" the boy asked.

"Young master, this matter is easy to say, but difficult to say, as long as you become the head of the family. ”

"I became the head of the family, but the head of the family is obviously my father, what should I do?"

"Haven't you counted how to do it, how did your stepmother die?"

"But, he's my father, he gave birth to me and raised me, how can I do it?"

"Why don't you dare, although he is your father, he has never done the responsibility of being a father. There is the father who throws his son into the firewood house from the age of seven and endures the scorching heat of summer and the bitter cold of winter, and there is the father who always beats his son indiscriminately, whips him with a whip, and beats the board, and there is the father who does not come home all day long and fools around outside all day long. The servant looked uneasy.

"You still don't understand? If he brings you back a stepmother that day, he won't want you, that stepmother is giving birth to a son, so will you still have a share in this family in the future?"

Hearing the word stepmother again, the young man was obviously stimulated by something: "No, no, I don't want a stepmother, I don't want it, let her die." ”

The servant hugged him tightly: "Well, the young master said no, then we don't want it." ”

After listening to the servant's words, the young man was suddenly a little glad that his stepmother at that time did not add a younger brother to him, otherwise he might really be swept away.

"What should I do, help me, I don't want to live like this. The boy took the servant's hand.

"Well, I'll give you a medicine in two days, and if you pour him into the water your dad drinks, he'll be poisoned and die, and the others will look like he's having a convulsion. And you can rightfully become the head of the family, and you don't have to look at other people's faces anymore. ”

The boy was still very hesitant.

"Let's go, go home and sleep, my eldest young master. ”

With that, the servant took a shovel and buried the grave he had just dug up, and pulled the boy away.

The next day, the poison was delivered to the boy.

The boy was still very hesitant, and on this day, he was in a daze in the firewood room against the wall that had been engraved with his stepmother's name, when he suddenly heard a sound of "clang" from outside.

When I walked out of the room, I saw a maid with her little daughter, who was four or five years old, cleaning the broken cups on the floor, and her little daughter was standing there at a loss, and the maid did not speak.

It just so happened that the scumbag dad came back at this time.

The maid looked flustered, and the scumbag father came over: "What's the matter, why did you break the cup again?" I don't know how many times I've been in the past month, so I don't want to do it, so I quickly rolled it up and went home." ”

The maid thought for a moment: "Master, things are not what you think. In fact, it wasn't me who deliberately broke the cup these few times, it was the eldest young master, the eldest young master has a very bad temper every day, and he takes out his anger at us servants at every turn, and sometimes he takes out his anger at my daughter. Today I just saw that he was bullying my daughter, so I rushed over to protect my daughter, and the young master threw the cup on the ground in a hurry. Please sir!"

"You're talking nonsense, I've just arrived here, I've never hit a cup, and I've never bullied anyone. The boy defended himself.

"Oh, I'll just tell you why there's been so much going on in the family lately. It's not you bullying others, are they bullying you?" his father became fierce.

"Dad, you believe that I really didn't do this, it was her daughter, it was her daughter who broke this cup. The boy thought of the girl looking flustered and at a loss.

"Master, you see that we are respectful to the young master every day, and he slanders us like this. The woman dragged the scumbag father to complain in a crying voice, and suddenly knelt down.

The scumbag's eyebrows furrowed.

He looked at the young man: "Can someone testify for you?"

The boy pursed his lips and didn't say anything.

The scumbag looked at the maid again: "What about you?

The woman burst into tears: "Yes, yes, yes, sir, everyone in the family can help me testify." ”

So the scumbag dad summoned everyone and interrogated him, except for the person who was with the eldest young master last night who said that he didn't know, everyone said that the young man was a very bad-tempered person.

"What else do you have to say? ”

"Why don't you believe me once?"

"Believe you, believe in a person who hurt his stepmother and drove others crazy, so many servants are watching, you are embarrassed to lie. ”

"It's not me, it's not me, it's really not me. It's them, they're the ones who framed me. The boy repeated the words that had come out of his mouth.

The scumbag dad walked to the door and picked up a wooden stick, "You still dare to be hard-mouthed, see if I don't kill you." ”

As he spoke, he raised the stick in his hand and hit the young man.

The boy straightened up and didn't hide, "Really, I really didn't do it, it's really not me, why, why, you won't believe me?"

Wang Botian saw the stubbornness and grievances in the young man's eyes, and gradually realized that he was sad, it turned out that there would be such an uncomfortable feeling.

The stick in the scumbag's hand still didn't fall, until the boy was under the stick and couldn't stand up anymore.

The night was always so unforgiving, the boy was huddled alone in a dimly lit corner, the firewood room was uncomfortable, but he had nowhere to go.

The tears in the corners of his eyes and the hatred in his eyes all pierced Wang Botian's heart like that.

Sure enough, in the next few days, he saw the boy find an opportunity to put the poison given by the servant into his scumbag's teacup.

Although he had a premonition, he was still extremely shocked to see a child kill his father because of his hatred.

He is a person who has never met his parents, and he thinks that if he has parents, he will be the happiest person in the world, but it is not until he sees this scene that he feels that sometimes things are not as good as you think.

In this young man's body, he couldn't see what was wrong, he felt that the young man was too cruel, but let him see it for himself, and he couldn't find any solution.

He doesn't like the scumbag, he doesn't like his stepmother, he doesn't like this teenager, and he doesn't like this servant.

The fault is the world, or this person, he still doesn't have any desire to kill, but gradually understands that some things are really not as evil as he imagined.

Wang Botian felt that the boy should always get better now, and he would never take the initiative to hurt others again, because no one would hurt him anymore, so let him be, although he didn't like the boy's approach, but he was still not so blamed.

"Senior Dong, let's go back, I hate the people here, I hate everything here, I don't think anything like this will happen on our side, when I lived in Moonlight City with my grandfather before, they really treated me very well, never like this. ”

"Don't worry, he's still young, you haven't seen him grow yet, so you're not sure what his future holds, let's wait and see. ”

Wang Botian already felt very uncomfortable, but he still wanted to know what happened later, so he waited quietly and decided to see what the young man would do next.