In the village, I met the two gods. After I explained my purpose, he couldn't help laughing.

Seeing him laughing at me, I felt a little unhappy, but he patted me and said: "You kid, if you are really good to your aunt, you will work hard to get ahead in the future. When you have the ability, don't talk about your uncle, anyone

No one dares to bully you. What's the use of beating him up now?"

I was not convinced: "It's okay to beat him up to vent my anger. When I was a kid, didn't you say that I was destined to be an immortal? There were several immortals protecting me. Why don't they help me now that I'm being bullied?"

Hearing what I said, he shook his head at me: "This is a hardship in your life. No one can help you. Only if you bear it can you be recognized by the Immortal Family. If you don't live up to your expectations, the Immortal Family will also look down on you."

you."

This sentence touched me very much, but his original intention at the time was probably to let me endure it temporarily and endure the hardship.

But I misunderstood what he meant, and thought that since the Xian family wouldn't help, I would just say it myself!

So I went home angrily.

In the next few days, this idea of ​​revenge kept lingering in my mind, especially when I saw my uncle coming home drunk, beating and scolding my aunt, and making cold remarks to me, I finally exploded.

Late one weekend, my uncle went out to drink again. While my aunt and sister were sleeping, I took the door latch of our house and quietly squatted at the intersection where my uncle was coming home.

It was very dark that night, with almost no light. I squatted at the intersection for almost an hour before I saw my uncle staggering over from the alley entrance.

At this time, in my heart, he is no longer an uncle, but a bastard who deserves to go to the 18th level of hell!

When he came closer, I picked up the door latch and hit him on the back of the head.

I was actually very scared at the time. After all, he was tall and tall, but I was only a teenager and skinny, so I hit him on the head with my hand, thinking of knocking him out first and then beating him severely.

But I didn't expect that all of a sudden, he flopped on the ground like a noodle bag. After struggling for a few times, he became motionless.

I leaned over and took a look and saw a pool of blood on the ground.

My head suddenly buzzed, and my first thought was: I killed someone.

But I really just wanted to beat him up to vent my anger and teach him a lesson. I didn't want to kill anyone.

My mind went blank, and after being stunned for a few minutes, I finally came to my senses.

My idea at that time was to run away quickly, because the neighbors knew that he often drank and beat his wife. If there was an investigation, my aunt would definitely take the blame on herself in order to protect me.

Instead of doing this, I might as well abscond in fear of crime and let the police catch me, so that my aunt and sister can live a good life in the future.

Looking back now, as I was only seventeen years old at the time, this idea was too childish and naive.

In panic, I didn't even have time to dispose of the murder weapon, so I threw it into an abandoned well on the roadside, and then stumbled back home.

I quickly packed some simple clothes, took dozens of dollars of change from the drawer at home, and secretly glanced at my aunt and sister who were still sleeping. I couldn't help but shed tears.

I originally wanted to write a farewell letter to my aunt, but after holding the pen for a long time, my hands were shaking and my mind was in a mess. In the end, I only wrote three crooked words.

"I'm leaving".

In this way, with dozens of dollars in my pocket, I escaped to the station at night, bought a ticket at random for an unknown destination, left home, and embarked on the road to escape.

This is a green train, which has been jolting slowly for a day, and finally reached the end when it was dark.

I had no idea where this place was, so I followed the crowd and got out of the car.

After leaving the station, I realized that this was Harbin. Looking at the unfamiliar city in front of me and the busy traffic on the streets, I suddenly felt like a dream.

I grabbed the eight yuan left over from buying the ticket and wandered around the train station. There were many nearby small hotel owners holding signs to solicit business, and an aunt asked me mysteriously if I wanted to "have some fun."

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I had no idea what she was talking about, so I just instinctively refused.

I had not eaten all day and was very hungry. There were many restaurants on the road, but I heard that they were "robbing people" near the train station, so I endured it and walked forward aimlessly.

Only then did I realize that I was indeed too impulsive.

On this day, I don’t know how much my aunt worried about me and how many tears she shed. She must be looking for me crazily, but she doesn’t want to find me.

After all, my current status should already be a wanted criminal.

After walking like this for a long time, I came to a place called Postal Street. There was another street next to it called Tieling Street. Directly opposite the street entrance was a hospital.

I looked up and saw a few words on the hospital building: Inpatient Department, First Hospital of Medical University.

I was so hungry that I couldn't walk anymore, so I came to a restaurant on the roadside and mustered up the courage to go in.

This hotel is called Mingyue Hotel. It is located on a high ground. There are more than ten steps at the entrance and four red banners are hung on both sides.

I didn't know at the time that not only would I have a good meal here, but I would also meet someone who would change my life.

That day, after devouring a bowl of noodles, I realized that the money I had been holding in my hand had been lost at some point.

I thought I would be scolded or even beaten, but instead of saying anything, the proprietress of this restaurant kept me as a waitress after learning that I had lost my money because I came out to work.

Give me a salary of 400 yuan a month.

After many years, I still remember the name of this restaurant because of the lady boss.

Her surname is Yuan. She is in her early thirties. She is not very beautiful, but has a good figure. She always has a crooked smile in her eyes. When she has nothing to do, she likes to read at the counter and eat sunflower seeds.

I originally wanted to call her Aunt Yuan, but she wouldn't let me say anything and insisted on calling her sister.

In this way, I finally had a place to stay. Although my daily job was to serve people plates, I was already very satisfied.

The most important thing is that as time goes by, I slowly let go of what I have been holding on to.

I didn't see the report of my uncle's murder on the news, and no police came to arrest me.

Sister Yuan was very kind to me. The hotel's business was not very good at that time, and she would often have several sisters come over to play mahjong. Whenever this happened, she would let me look after the store and often bring me a bunch of delicious food.

Then I discovered that the book that Sister Yuan read at the counter every day was the illustrated version of "Jin Ping Mei".

I secretly turned through a few pages, which made me blush with shame. What was even more embarrassing was that Sister Yuan discovered it. She was not ashamed at all. She laughed and snatched the book away, and told me seriously: Children are not allowed to read it.

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Sister Yuan loves to laugh. I remember one time, she and some sisters were having dinner in a private room and called me to get sesame paste, but I thought they were going to play mahjong, so I ran to get the mahjong out.

As a result, everyone in the room laughed at me, and Sister Yuan even laughed so hard that she said, "We are eating hot pot and we want sesame sauce. What are you doing with mahjong?"

Now that I think about it, although I was ignorant and often did wrong things at that time, it was the most unforgettable time in my life.

There are many regular customers in the hotel, because it is close to the hospital, and doctors and other people often come to have dinner. The one I remember most clearly is a man named Wu, named Wu Guobin, who is said to be the guard of the morgue in the hospital.

The man was a heavy drinker and spoke very little. He was always drunk every time he came to the store. He drank alone there, and in my memory I rarely saw him sober.

Everyone in the store said that he was also a miserable man. His wife died two years ago and left him and the children behind. He has never been able to get out of the situation. Apart from going to work every day, he drinks to drown his sorrows.

I don't know why, but every time I see this person, I feel uncomfortable all over.

I remember Sister Yuan said that Wu Guobin was a weirdo. There were rumors in the hospital that his wife was never buried after her death and was frozen in the morgue.

Whenever he missed his wife, he would open the door of the morgue, go in and talk to his wife, and sometimes they would last all night long.

This is really a bit weird. Since then, I rarely pay attention to this person.

The hotel is basically managed by Sister Yuan. I rarely see the boss, and Sister Yuan rarely mentions him in front of me. However, people in the restaurant told me privately that the boss is a prodigal who took Sister Yuan's money to gamble and was still outside.

When he flirts with a woman, he will beat her every time he drinks too much.

This reminded me of what happened to my aunt, and I sympathized with her.

The days passed peacefully like this.

Later, about a year later, a waitress of eighteen or nineteen years old came to the hotel, her name was Xiaoyun. It was said that she was the daughter of a distant relative of the boss. She was quite good-looking, with straight legs and bulging breasts.

The boss, who originally rarely came to the store, has been coming to the store every three days since then, and he also takes good care of Xiaoyun.

Perhaps because of the relationship with the boss, Xiaoyun doesn't like the people in the store very much and is always arrogant.

I have always suspected that my boss had bad intentions and secretly hinted to Sister Yuan. She didn't say anything, she just rubbed my head and said, you are still young, don't think too much, and besides, they are relatives, so nothing can happen to me.

She also said that in this life, sometimes you have to learn to be stupid in order to be happy.

From her tone, I heard some helplessness, and I felt a little uneasy, always feeling that something bad would happen.
Chapter completed!