The appearance of Estrea's abdomen was unabashedly revealed to Navalli.

It was a torso with no fat.

The skin is smooth, just like a little girl.

However, the skin that seemed to be shiny was covered with scars, both puncture wounds, lacerations, and scars from the burning fire, and scars spread upward, binding Estrea's body like chains.

Seeing these scars, Navalli was so shocked that he almost forgot to breathe.

He shifted his gaze with some uneasiness, and met Estrea's gaze again, who looked at him and said with a look of great resentment:

"Navalli, I smuggled you to America after I gave birth to you. But the smugglers deceived me, and in order to enter the U.S.-Mexico border, I boarded a cloak truck and shrunk inside for ten days and ten nights, and was insulted by no less than ten people, including the smugglers...... My body was badly damaged, my uterus was completely ruptured, and I couldn't have children again.

“…… Even after arriving in the U.S., it didn't end – I was sold to Las Vegas to become a dancer in a strip club, and it took at least twenty years of hard work to redeem myself...... I tried to escape many times, but I never succeeded, and I was lashed and persecuted even more severely by the regulators...... Until one day, I met Bailubik, who came to Las Vegas, and was bought by him...... I was finally freed from the sea of suffering. ”

Estrea's eyes were staring at Navalli, the eyes as sharp as knives.

"Navaly, you know what? Why did I insist on staying in the United States? It's all about you – I want to create a better living environment for you. I want you to live in a land of gold, out of the quagmire of Mexico. My body has become so shattered and cost me so much to achieve this goal, and it's all just for you. So ......"

She held Navaly's hand tightly and stared at him eagerly:

"—Navaly, you must trust me at all times. I'm the only person in this world who can be reinstated. Do you understand? Navaly. Understand everything I've done for you? ”

Estrelia leaned closer, a distance she hadn't been close to since the mother had been reunited with Navalli, and a strong smell of perfume hit her nostrils, making Navalli feel her nostrils itch more and more.

Navalli resisted the urge to sneeze, narrowed his eyes, and nodded vigorously, intent on getting through the catastrophe so that Estrea could retract and not get so close again.

But Estrelia drew closer and held him firmly in her arms.

"Good, good...... Navaly. ”

She took Navali deep in her arms, stroked his head with cold eyes, and said in a hypnotic tone:

"So, child, you are my only sustenance, and you have to listen to me...... If someone calling himself 'Filmend' meets you, don't report it to Bailubik just yet, okay? I'll figure out what makes our lives better. ”

Navali wriggled his head uneasily, and for a long time, he nodded again.

Estrelia finally put her mind at ease, let go of him, and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead:

"Alright, kid, go to bed early."

As he spoke, he gave him a stiff smile and got up and left the room.

Watching Estrea leave the room, Navalli finally relented, sneezed a few times, wiped away the runny nose with a tissue, and sat down at the computer desk again.

It's just that what his mother said just now still remained in his mind, and the child's keen perception played a role at this moment, and he did not feel any warmth in Estrea's confiding and embracing before, on the contrary, he only felt an inexplicable oppression and coldness.

At the same time, a question sounded in his mind:

"If she really loves me as she says she does, then why hasn't she seen me in all these years?"

Shaking his head, Navalli put the doubt behind and returned to the world of computers.

……

The next day, Navalli was arranged by the "Evans family" to attend the best elementary school in the Cudwell neighborhood.

Because he started directly in the upper grades of primary school, Navalli had to catch up on most of his lessons, especially music and painting. But he is extremely talented in math classes, and every time he does a small assignment, he gets a perfect score. But overall, Navalli's grades are still at the bottom of the class.

His identity also attracted the attention of some people, and rumors circulated among the students in the class from their parents, such as Navalli "is a child of Bailubik", "he is only the illegitimate son of a lover", and "an adoptee from Mexico".

For most of the residents of the Cuordville neighborhood and the city of Westerya, Bailubik is a terrifying existence that they need to look up to, so Navalli's first identity is awe-inspiring, but the second identity is not very powerful, and the combination of the third identity outlines his basic image among the others - the original child of Bailubik's thirteenth mistress, who is not related to Bailubik at all, and is just a white eater of Mexican origin.

If it weren't for the fact that Bailubik had clearly accepted Navalli as a member of the "Evans family", I am afraid that now, due to the particularity of his identity, he has begun to be looked down upon by many people.

But even if there is no contempt for him on the surface, there are many people who treat Navali with indifference or disregard.

In the class, whether it is group activities or group exercises, Navali is mostly in a kind of selective position, and no child will actively approach him, he is like a being isolated from the wall of air - alone, consistent.

In this way, Navalli has been spending more than a year.

However, Navalli has no complaints or opinions about such a situation.

Because he's put all his mind on that computer in his bedroom.

In more than a year, Navaly has also advanced from "ignorance" to "very knowledgeable" about computers, research and development history, parameters, principles, design, ...... All these things have become the knowledge he has in his mind.

Like a drunkard, Navalli pounced in the ocean of the online world, greedily absorbing all the knowledge associated with it.

The more he learned, the more enjoyable Navalli felt.

The more awe there is for everything related to computers.

Who would have thought that such a thin chip would hide the ability to perform tens or tens of billions of operations per second? It's like a map of fate compiled by the gods of Tezcatripoca, which is the code of the gods, a collection of rules trees.

It's like the greed to eat.

It's like an instinct to breathe.

Whenever Navali has free time, he accumulates and searches for knowledge about computers, and in the process, although it is not in the classroom and without supervision, he starts learning computer language in a systematic way by himself.

(End of chapter)