Chapter 7

I was still standing there blankly, dizzy and in a mess. The two words my uncle said just now seemed to be broken into thousands, filled my body, circling, hitting the depths of my soul, tinging my undestroyed conscience.

Selling blood! Selling blood! I am really hard to resemble. How much blood does my mother need to draw to get enough of my high tuition fees in recent years

I was squandering my hands and squandering in school, wearing famous brands, and never thought that every penny I spent contained my mother's blood and sweat.

Have I really done something wrong over the years? My uncle's three slaps seemed to wake me up, and the memories that gradually became blurred suddenly became clear in my mind.

I lowered my head, quenched on the hospital bed, reflecting in pain

In the past, I always complained that my destiny was too ruthless and unfair, and even blamed all of this for my mother.

But I never thought that fate would be fair to my mother?

She tasted the humiliation and suffered much more than me, but what did my mother do wrong? Did she really owe me?

In fact, my mother was a victim from beginning to end. I have never lived a good life since she got pregnant. No matter how much she complained, my mother never revealed it in front of me.

But what I regret the most is that my mother is not only rolled her eyes outside, but also faces me when she returns home - her biological son's resentment and indifference

Now that I think about it, these principles are actually very simple, but why didn’t I understand before?

Finally, I discovered painfully that it was my sad selfishness and extreme vain that blinded my conscience

Young man, you've been sitting like this for an afternoon. Come and have a drink of water

I turned my head and saw that it was a patient in my bed next to me, an old man in his fifties.

His tone was very kind. I silently took the water cup, but still lowered my head and said nothing.

Young man, I have seen everything in the morning. Although I am an outsider and should not discuss your housework, I still couldn't help but want to say a few words. Seeing that I was still silent, the old man continued:

You can see that you have a deep misunderstanding of your mother. As for why, I don’t want to know that I just want to tell you about my affairs when I was as old as you. I was very chaotic. I spent all day with a group of friends and fucked money. My mother was worried about me and was heartbroken. Many times she advised me, scolded me, and even knelt down to beg me, not to get on, but I always couldn’t listen and felt that she was so annoyed.

Until one time, a buddy and I were drinking at home. We started arguing about a trivial matter, and then we started to do something. I accidentally stabbed him to death with a dagger.

I've never killed anyone before

I was frightened at that time and thought it was all over now

At this time, my mother came back and she was frightened, but she quickly calmed down.

She gave me all the money in the family and asked me to go quickly, and run as far as I can, and don't come back.

I just ran away, and I've been out for two years

I haven't been home once in the past two years. I don't know anything about what happened at home after I left.

Later I thought it might be fine, so I went home secretly

After arriving at home, I found that the door was locked

The neighbor told me that after I left, my mother surrendered with the dagger. The legal system was very unsound at that time. Not long after, she was convicted and sentenced to lifelessness.

My mother's health was already very poor. She died of illness after only one year in prison.

After I knew all this, I finally discovered my conscience. My mother's death was caused by me. My mother exchanged her life for my life.

But it's too late, and I will never have a chance to repay my mother again

Young man, I say this, I just hope you don’t have a good mother like me, and you must be filial to her, no matter what she did to you before

I was shocked again. Compared to this old man, how happy I am

I immediately put on my clothes, ran out quickly, and ran towards home, with only one thought in my heart: I want to kneel at my mother's feet and sincerely repent to her