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Chapter 30 The Truth

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    Wei Ling went to work, she was on duty this morning.  When I dragged my tired body home to prepare lunch, I found that she had already prepared a sumptuous meal for both of us, mother and son, and my gratitude was beyond words.

    "Mom, eat more, it's what you like to eat." I wiped the rice grains from the corner of my mother's mouth and gave her vegetables.

    My mother smiled sweetly at me, without any worries and sorrows, and her face full of vicissitudes showed the suffering and pain she had encountered.

    "Mom, do you think money is really that important? Can you really buy everything? Why are people so small in front of money?" Mom couldn't understand what I said, and occasionally stopped to look at me, nodded strangely, thoughtfully  smiled.  My mother was the object of my soliloquy.

    "When I was young, I wanted to grow up to earn money, buy delicious food, and buy new clothes; when I grew up, I wanted to earn a lot of money, because I wanted to buy dignity and let those who looked down on me respect me; but now I find that  If you have money, you can also buy others the right to live as a human being.¡± The naive Dewey who thought he was handsome, suave, and flirtatiously appeared in front of my eyes, and the Dewey who was tortured beyond recognition and lay dying on the hospital bed slowly overlapped.  Together, my heart is heavy, like being oppressed by a big rock and about to suffocate.

    "I'm full, I'm going to take a nap." Mom put down the bowl with a lot of leftover rice, interrupted my thinking, pulled up my sleeve and dragged me into the room.

    I showed a long-lost smile, and took her hand to the bathroom to wash her dirty mouth and greasy hands like coaxing a child.

    "Mom, sleep." Mom lay on the bed, I covered the quilt, turned around and went to the living room to clean up the messy dishes, but my mother refused to let me go by the corner of my clothes.

    "Haohao, you have to sleep too. You have to tell stories to your mother. Xiaoling also has to tell stories to her mother." I couldn't laugh or cry, Wei Ling always treated her mother like a child when she was around, and now I am dumbfounded.

    "Okay. As long as Mommy closes her eyes, I'll tell you a story."

    "Okay, okay. You lie here and talk." Mom moved into the bed, leaving half a pillow for me, and she patted the pillow for me to lie down next to.  I folded my clothes and lay beside her.

    "Once upon a time, a mother rabbit had three babies. One day, she went out to pick radishes and told the babies" I thought for a long time, and finally remembered the story of "The Big Bad Wolf and the Little White Rabbit" that my mother told me when I was a child.  .  I spoke with great interest, and my mother listened fascinatedly, and my impetuous heart gradually calmed down.  This romantic and warm feeling can fill people's inner emptiness and boredom, and make people feel satisfied and happy.  When I was young, I asked my mother to tell me stories in exchange for taking a nap. I also pretended to sleep in order to listen to more stories. When my mother told me stories, she looked at myself like me and was satisfied with real life.  If life were so simple, free from greed and sin, maybe everyone would be happy.  When I woke up it was dark and I was curled up next to my mom, loving to stroke her hair to sleep as I did when I was a child.  I haven't tasted the taste of maternal love for many years. I greedily sleep beside my mother and don't want to wake up.

    "Hey. Let's have fun." My mother suddenly turned to look at me. It turned out that she had woken up early, but she didn't wake me up.  She was alone with a fountain pen to draw dolls on the wall inside the bed.  I lazily got up.

    "Mom, get up quickly, let me get you something to eat, and then turn on the TV for you to watch, okay?"

    "Okay, okay." When my mother heard that there was TV to watch, she hurriedly threw the pen and got up.

    I went into the kitchen, lit the gas stove, heated up some of the leftover lunch, and ate with my mother.  Then let her watch TV while washing her feet.  Although my mother is rejuvenated, she should be regarded as a very well-behaved "child" and rarely troubles me.

    After nine o'clock in the evening, I planned to finish my graduation thesis, because I was about to graduate in two months.  Many students in the department have already completed their dissertations and found jobs to support themselves, but I have been delayed because of too many trivial matters, and it is really difficult to explain to the teacher.  But I couldn't write more than a thousand words, and the Dewey story worried and upset me.  Who will seek justice for Dewey?  I decided to ask Sister Chen for clarification, took the key and closed the door and hurried to the dream bar.

    Sister Chen was entertaining guests in the arena, and I didn't bother to change into work clothes, and I didn't take off my big black myopia glasses.  The familiar people around didn't recognize me either.  They looked at me walking through the field familiarly with strange eyes, and secretly wondered how this poor student-like scholar could appear so incongruously on such an occasion.

    "Sister Chen." Chen Yanhong was taken aback when she turned her head and saw me. My outfit was exactly the same as when I first met her four years ago.

    "Xiao Yang."

    "I want to ask you DeweyWhat happened?  Did the police catch the killer?  "

    She didn't answer, her face was a little ugly.  She motioned me to talk in a corner, not wanting to disturb the other guests.

    "Xiao Yang, this matter There is no way to file a case for this matter. I suggest that Dewey go private."

    "What did you say?" I grabbed her wrist, trying to crush it, "How much did that person do to you? Didn't you see how miserable he was? Are you still human? Why are you so vicious  "

    "Listen to me first, don't be so impulsive, okay?" With her left hand, she broke away from my hand that was holding her wrist.

    "This lawsuit can't be won at all, do you understand? The Northeast people have a strong background. Since he dares to come here to open a business, it is impossible without a background."

    "What did you say? From the Northeast? Is his surname Wang?"

    "How do you know? Do you know him?" I let go of her wrist, dejectedly, and leaned against the wall weakly.  Sister Chen's words confirmed my previous guess, and she really is that person!  That person was the boss that Dewey once mentioned highly to him, and I strongly encouraged Dewey to start a business with him.  Oh My God!  What the hell did I do?  I never thought that my encouragement would become the curse for Dewey on this road of no return.  It's really a dumb person who can't tell the pain of eating Coptis chinensis.

    "Xiao Yang, what's wrong with you?"

    "Iit's me, it's all my fault." I beat my head angrily.

    "What's wrong with you? Tell me, what's wrong? You don't want to do this." Sister Chen desperately grabbed my waving hands.

    "It was I who encouraged Dewey to start a business with the Northeast man. At that time, Dewey said that the Northeast man valued him and asked him to be the foreman. I didn't expect"

    "Xiao Yang, stop, listen to me, I can't blame you for this!"

    "Dewey voluntarily"

    Sister Chen's words made me, who had been in hysteria and deeply blamed myself, stop, and I stared at her suspiciously.  Her tears rolled down rustlingly.

    "Xiao Yang. Now that I have reached this point, I can no longer hide it from you. Let me tell you the truth, this lawsuit is really impossible. Because Dewey voluntarily made a deal with the Northeast man at the beginning.  , Do you understand? It¡¯s just that he didn¡¯t expect that the Northeast man was not only a homosexual, but also a sadist. He can¡¯t fight this lawsuit, do you have the heart to see Dewey being tortured again in court? Do you want to see him die?¡±

    "Why? Why would he do this?" My voice was so calm that I didn't even know where it came from.

    "Why? Hehe, hehe" Sister Chen smiled, with black tears flowing from the corners of her eyes, "Because Dewey wants to be famous one day. You and him are so good, don't you know?"

    I deeply know that Dewey has said to me countless times that he has to make a lot of money to go home, and he will not go home to be a farmer; as long as he is given a chance, he is willing to trade at any price.  He's crazy, really poor and crazy.

    "The Northeast man is willing to give 200,000 yuan. This evening, I told Dewey in the hospital. Your persuasion this morning was very successful. He stopped making trouble and had hope of life. I asked him if he was with the Northeast man.  If he wants to file a lawsuit, he should take the money and go back to the countryside to do some business. He said he had figured it out, and he wanted the money to go back to the countryside to be with his parents.¡±

    "Hehe" I sneered from the bottom of my heart, "I, I, you really can persuade people to live¡ª¡ªall evils can be escaped without a trace under the cover of money.  Do you want to live well?

    "Hehe everyone is happy? Sister Chen, would you like to buy me a drink? Shall we celebrate?" I laughed frivolously, and I felt more and more how ridiculous this world is.

    "You? You can do whatever you want. You can do whatever you like, and all the accounts will be charged to my name. I'm tired, so I'll go back to the office to rest." She looked up to find the familiar Xiao Yang.

    I turned my head away, avoiding her gaze and shouted: "Waiter, open two bottles of Jack Daniel's. Anyone who wants to drink with me, please come here, the boss treats you tonight."

    Accompanied by soft music, the bar suddenly boiled up, which is unique.  None of them understood why this poor student was so loud and dared to ask the boss to pay for it, how much the boss would spend this night!  The two waiters who came over didn't recognize me, who appeared to be unattractive. Instead, they thought I was causing trouble, and they approached the boss solemnly; judging by their posture, as long as Sister Chen gave an order, I would definitely be dragged out and beaten to death  .  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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