: Chapter 48

A beautiful and beautiful woman was newly moved from the old town. She was wearing fake and shoddy fur. She was burning a big wave. She put cheap lipstick on her lips. She always held a cigarette in her hand, just like the 1930s and 1940s. The woman in the cabaret. This dress went out to make those upper-class people joke, and it was still fashionable to fall in this old city.
The women in the alley talked a lot: "Where does this woman come from? So foreign, why did you come to our place where birds don't shit?"
At first everyone was just curious. Women walking on the old street, with waists and waists, with a frown and a smile, is a beautiful landscape, which makes many men who work straighten their eyes, hit their hands with a hammer, and some women hurriedly twist The ears of one's own mouth are refreshing.
Young and beautiful girls, which men don't like, and men like, women always hate. The curious gaze gradually went wrong and became mean and disgusted.
"This vixen came to the city for sugar daddy money. Seeing that she doesn't work every day, I don't know where the money came from."
"Renting a house outside is expensive, and she doesn't look like a rich man. Otherwise, how can we live here?"
"It's a golden phoenix that will fly out sooner or later. It's not the same as our sparrows. A woman dressed so ostentatiously is definitely not a good person."
Women were invisibly isolated in the old town. But she never cared. Her social circle never included these short-term women with long tongues.
Women do not go out during the day, and only go out in the evening with a pair of high heels and come back at dawn.
At the junction of the old city and the new city, the lights are beginning to shine at night, and there is a dark street with people coming and going where the five-color neon lights cannot. From time to time, a luxury car stopped and stepped out of a pair of shiny leather shoes. In front of the faded wall, there is a row of warblers standing on the street, waiting to be picked like goods.
Women are the most beautiful and most popular. When she is lucky, she will meet one or two big bosses, who take them to the hotel outside for a night and get ten thousand dollars. There are many who offer long-term support, and women are happy to accept it. The houses in the old town are always vacant for most of the year.
It's just a game for the rich, and it won't last long. Women know this truth well, and desperately ask for money when they are still favored. She is accustomed to the life of drunken gold fans in the prosperous city, and when she has the money, she always spends a lot of money, buys brand-name clothes and bags, and can't save much.
This is how a woman's life is, glamorous, decent, yet shameless. After a year, no one in the old city knew what she did. It wasn't until one time that the woman became a mistress to a boss, and she was found by her original partner. She took someone into the old town, beat her in front of her neighbors and scratched the woman's face. Go away.
Everyone in the neighborhood knew what she did, and the onlookers pointed at the woman. The woman sat on the ground with her face covered, her exquisite makeup completely ruined, and she roared fiercely: "What do you look at! Looking at the old lady, she is also richer than you poor ghosts!"
"I have never seen such a shameless person, I'm pooh!" a woman scolded, picking up the vegetable basket in her hand and smashing it on the woman.
"Yes, shameless!"
Countless eggs and rotten vegetable leaves hit the woman, smashing her head and covering her face. Until after the excitement, the moon rose and the spectators dispersed. The woman sat on the ground blankly for a long time, then got up and limped back to her run-down low house to wash her body.
Can't wash clean.
The woman lost her towel and started crying.
The woman's surname is Feng. The girl who came from the country to work in the city was once unpretentious and yearning for big cities. Later, when I met people who were not well-behaved, I was fascinated by the prosperity of the city. Relying on my own beauty, I took a wrong path. Being mixed up like this, he didn't have the face to return to her parents' house.
On the way, she has enjoyed the richness and wealth, the delicacies of mountains and seas, lived in a big house, and she has also been drunk and dreamy, satisfying and happy. Now it's all a spectacle and nothingness.
Get nothing.
A woman feels lonely in this city alone.
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The woman found out she was pregnant.
The child doesn't know which one it is, and too many men have slept with her. Life alone is not easy, but taking a child is even more difficult. The woman stroked her belly and decided to give birth to the child.
This is her only fetter in this city.
She decided to change her mind, re-behave, never do that kind of thing again, let the child grow up happily. For the child, she sold all the designer clothes and bags, and prepared clothes and milk powder for the child.
She is a vulgar woman who worships money, but she is also a mother. She is really looking forward to the birth of this child. That is the only comfort in her long loneliness.
Relying on the money from selling brand-name clothes and bags, the woman spent ten months of raising a fetus. She went to a small hospital to give birth to a boy. She followed her surname, named Feng Ming.
The children are beautiful, and women like them very much. She poured all her love on the child and treated him as fate.
The woman frankly raised her child until she was three years old. The money was finally used up, and she could no longer sit and eat like this.
Woman goes out to find work.
But she has no longevity, no diploma, no experience, and no formal factory will accept her. The people in the old city all agreed that she had been a young lady, and wanted to stay away from her, how could they give a helping hand. Looking at her beautiful birth, she feels restless. Otherwise, she thinks she has a baby and feels troublesome and refuses to want her.
How to do it? People always have to eat.
The woman held the child in despair and stayed in the house for three days and three nights until the child was dying of hunger, and she bit out the blood from her finger.
On the fourth day, the woman chose to return to her old career.
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Before Feng Ming was five years old, he grew up under the care of his mother. Except that the neighbor always looked at him with disgust and pulled his own child to tell him not to play with him, Feng Ming did not feel that he was any different from other children.
At most he has no father.
But no need, his mother is kind to him.
It's just that sometimes, some strangers will come to the house. At that time, his mother will say to him: "Mingming, you go outside to play with Huzi and the others, or go to Aunt Li'er's house for a night, don't enter the house tonight."
In fact, no children are willing to play with him, and no neighbors will let him into the house. He stayed out all night alone every time.
Feng Ming pursed his lips, and said cleverly, "Okay."
Then he closed the door, rubbed his hands to resist the cold outside, and sat on the door frame outside to wait.
He knew that those movements would be coming from inside again. The five-year-old Feng Ming still didn't understand what it was, but felt that his mother seemed to be happy or in pain.
Wealthy people are not available all the time, women are old and declining, and with a child, the quality of customers has declined and become a second-rate ruffian. The woman who used to spend hundreds of thousands of cards squandered, now reduced to two hundred dollars can sleep a night, meet three different people, all kinds of abnormal hobbies.
This guest later than today has a sadistic hobby.
Feng Ming sat outside, looking up and counting the stars in the sky, one by one was very bright, shining on the night sky, shockingly beautiful.
He suddenly heard the noise in the house becoming louder, and the soundproofing of the house was not good. He stood up, put his ear to the door, and clearly heard his mother screaming.
Without hesitation, Feng Ming slammed the door open, and saw his mother's cyan body, a man was holding a cigarette to burn her mother's back.
The pitch-black eyes of the five-year-old child instantly became extremely scary. He silently stepped forward, put the quilt on his mother, picked up the candlestick and hit the man.
The child's strength was not strong, and the man became angry and pushed Feng Ming hard: "Where's the little bastard!"
Feng Ming hit the corner of the bed, bleeding from his forehead.
The woman who had just been tortured without saying a word went crazy immediately, and grabbed Feng Ming nervously, "Ming Ming, are you all right? Ming Ming, are you okay? Dare to hurt my son, I'll fight you!"
The woman threw her teeth and claws at the man, but unfortunately the power gap was huge. The man easily slapped her: "It turns out it's your son! I said how so loose, I dare to even have a son. Not just a broken shoe that nobody wants. Be an onion by yourself, I tell you, you don’t want to ask Lao Tzu for a penny tonight!"
The man buckled his belt while putting on his shoes, and slammed out the door angrily.
Feng Ming clenched his fist, wanted to catch up, was hugged by the woman, and cried: "Ming Ming! Ming Ming, stop chasing, stop chasing..."
"..." Feng Ming was silent.
The woman carefully looked at the wound on Feng Ming's forehead: "Does it hurt, Ming Ming? Mom will give you medicine."
Looking at the bruises and scalds on the lower back of the woman's slipping bedding, Feng Ming said in a low voice, "...Obviously you hurt more."
The woman was taken aback, and said with satisfaction: "Mom doesn't hurt. Mom is used to it."
The woman put on her clothes in a hurry, looking for medicine through boxes and cabinets. Feng Ming watched quietly, eyes dark.
Under a dim kerosene lamp, the woman gently applied medicine to the boy. Both of them were hurt, desolate, but also warm.
"When I grow up, I will protect you and won't let people bully you again." Feng Ming suddenly raised his head.
The woman smiled softly: "Then Mingming must grow up quickly."
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Feng Ming is seven years old, and he has gone to elementary school. He knows more characters and knows a lot of things. He is precocious, he learns things quickly, and he is clever.
His facial features are extremely outstanding, his skin is fair, and he stands out among a group of children. Sometimes when a woman looks at Feng Ming's face, she finds it untrue, wondering how she would give birth to such a beautiful son?
One day a woman was reading the newspaper at home and saw a headline of "Situ Group invests in a certain industry" in the newspaper. She didn't read the specific content. She only knew that the man in the newspaper photo, Situ Kang, the company's president, had a similar relationship with her son. Alike.
The woman thought in a daze that she had also been with a few big bosses back then, as if...like there was a surname Situ. Because it is a double surname, she can still remember it.
The woman inquired that the man's original partner had died a long time ago, so she wanted to take Feng Ming to confess her.
She is not for herself, she just wants her son to live a better life. She knew that her son was different. He had been incompatible with this old city since he was a child. He was born with a noble and young master. That is the life he should live.
She didn't want her son to have a hard life with her.
With a hair from Feng Ming, the woman finally saw Situ Kang. The results of the paternity test revealed that they were the biological father and son, but they were not recognized by Situ Kang.
For Situ Kang, who has countless lovers, he doesn't care about what an extra is. He has a good face, even if there are a lot of illegitimate children in the circle, he doesn't want to make his external image honest and dedicated.
The woman returned without success, she died of this heart, and did not mention his life experience to Feng Ming.
Feng Ming grew up, and the children in the old town also grew up, knowing how to speak the most hurt. They surrounded Feng Ming, happily saying "your mother is a who sells", "you are a bitch
a wild species born from a bitch", "we will not play with you a wild species"... these words are their parents Feng Ming also listened to them for many years.
I didn't understand when I was young, but now I understand.
"Get off." Feng Ming clenched his fists.
"Don't roll, don't roll, just a little bit." A few children made faces at him, "Aren't we right? Your mother is a bitch—ah! Why are you hitting someone!"
"Are you a person?" Feng Ming sneered, and punched him again. "You are not humans, and the parents who raised you are not humans! Every day you have enough to eat and have nothing to say so poisonous, no wonder you can only survive this life. Nest in this smelly ditch!"
"What a stinky ditch, how noble you are, you still live in a stinky ditch, you are not as good as us!"
Feng Ming's voice condensed: "I will never stay here forever."
Feng Ming beat a group of low-mouthed children all over.
His fighting skills were not taught by anyone, but he was trained in countless beatings and beatings.
It's just that he beat him so well that the family is in trouble. The parents of the children who were beaten came to the door and asked his mother to apologize. The woman looked terrified and blocked Feng Ming behind her: "Is there any misunderstanding..."
"Misunderstanding? My children are misunderstood after being beaten up like this? How did you educate the children? There are wild species that were born and taught by mothers..."
The woman chilled her face: "Don't be too much!"
After experiencing the vicissitudes of time, this woman has long lost her boldness and boldness of the year, but she only exploded on the issue of her son.
"What are we going to do too much? You must give us an account of this matter today, otherwise we will—"
"Otherwise, what about you?" Feng Ming walked out, holding a kerosene lamp, facing the wooden furniture, calmly said, "Can you go? If you don't go, I will burn this place with a torch, and everyone will die together."
The seven-year-old kid said so terrible.
"Ming Ming!" the woman exclaimed.
"You, you kid--what a bad luck!" Several neighbors looked at each other and left immediately.
Dealing with a arrogant person is more arrogant than him.
The woman breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly said to Feng Ming: "Ming Ming, put things down."
Feng Ming put down the candlestick and lowered his eyes.
"What are they talking about?" the woman asked.
"It's nothing, it's just a fight with someone." Feng Ming wrote lightly.
"Ah? What's going on? Why did you fight? Are you hurt?" The woman was worried.
"No, I won." Feng Ming said, "I said that when I grow up, I will protect you."
The woman has a sore nose.
However, he is only seven years old...
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Life is hard, but if you can live like this forever, there is nothing wrong with it.
The men in the alley look at Feng Ming's mother with frivolous and obscene eyes, while the women are contemptuous and pitying. Feng Ming and his mother were not seen in the old city. Because his mother is a seller, they think she is dirty, and they think he is dirty.
Feng Ming didn't care. In his heart, his mother is the cleanest, and he will not dislike it.
One day the woman fell ill and did not pick up the guests. Feng Ming stepped on a small bench to boil the medicine on the stove, feeding the woman spoonfuls.
The door of the room was suddenly knocked open. A drunk man ran in and grabbed the woman's hand. He was full of alcohol, "Anyway, you sold it. How did you make me last time? Is twenty yuan enough? "
The woman screamed. She recognized that this was a married man in the alley.
Women have been forced to live in these years, doing that shameful business, and sinking into the quagmire, but they have long since ignored them. She would never accept men with wives anymore, not to mention that this one was obviously drunk.
The drunk roared and began to tear the woman's clothes. The woman struggled, and the drunk said impatiently: "Don't be a bitch, and set up an archway! Isn't that what you did, pretending to be a chaste woman!"
"Go away!" the woman screamed sadly.
The drunk cursed and wanted to continue, but suddenly his head tilted and fell on the woman and stopped moving.
Behind him is Feng Ming's indifferent face holding the bench.
The woman was taken aback, then screamed sharply.
"Not dead." Feng Ming paused, "I just have to lie down in the hospital for a few more days."
The consequence of this is that the man enters the hospital. A group of neighbors rushed to blame, and the man's wife pointed at the woman's nose to curse the vixen and seduce her husband.
Feng Ming sneered: "Your husband can't control who is to blame for his lower body? My mother is also a victim. You are blind? Anyway, you have come to the hospital, do you want to see the ophthalmology department? And you—" the seven-year-old child faced a group of The neighbourhood didn’t give too much effort,
It’s not too indiscriminate to watch the excitement, so let’s go to the brain department to register by the way!

The man's wife yelled: "What victim! If it weren't for her to seduce, my husband would be worthy of her?!"
Neighbors in the neighborhood were also ugly by a child, and they accused them of: "How do you say this child? Who doesn't know what your mother is? Flies don't bite you..."
Feng Ming is convinced that this victim is guilty.
He felt tired and didn't want to argue anymore. I just want to grow up quickly and wait until he has enough ability to take his mother out of this place.
Such a day is too bad and too difficult.
Feng Ming left the hospital, looking directly at the sun in the sky. The eyes of the seven-year-old child reflected an extremely deep night.
It will get better in the future. He thought hopefully.
But sometimes, life can get worse.
You see a beam of light, but it illuminates a darker night.
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At the age of nine, Feng Ming found that his mother had become skinny and withered, and she had no longer had the smiling beauty in the photos.
The woman curled up weakly on the bed, her eyes protruding and her body trembling violently.
Feng Ming went to hold her trembling hand, only to find that there were many pinholes in her arm.
Feng Ming had seen the anti-virus publicity screened by the school and could roughly guess what was going on.
"...Who did it?" Feng Ming said softly.
The woman was speechless.
She was injected with drugs by a client and couldn't help herself ever since. The customer patted her and left after getting tired of playing with her, but the woman had become addicted.
Feng Ming red eyes: "Who did it!"
The woman could not answer him.
Feng Ming lowered his head and buried his mother's hand in his fist, silent for a long time.
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Anyone who is contaminated with drugs will ruin his entire life. Not to mention that they had been living so hard, but now it is even worse.
This is not something that human will can resist.
Under the torment of drug addiction, the woman's bones stand like a piece of human skin. She has no money to buy drugs, but she can't get rid of it. Without money, she will sell it. She didn't have any shame. She began to pick up guests frantically. She dared to agree to any perverted request for money. She could receive twenty or thirty people a day, and she was desperate.
When the drug addiction hit, she was irritable, irritable, hysterical, and self-harmed and hit the wall. Feng Ming wanted to stop her, so she picked up the few furniture at home and threw it at Feng Ming. Feng Mingtou was smashed. She became often hitting him, and Feng Ming never resisted. He knew that she needed to vent.
He silently endured each time, and silently cleaned up the mess. When the woman was sober, she saw the blood all over him and cried bitterly while holding him.
"Ming Ming, I'm sorry, mom, mom will never do this again next time." The woman looked at him distressedly.
Feng Ming lowered his eyes.
He also knows that when the next drug addiction strikes, women will be the same.
Feng Ming knows his mother's job. He was never ashamed of her. But he did not want her to continue this job. It's just that he is too young, he is not even ten years old, and child labor will not accept him. He has no way to make money, so he can only bear it.
Endure until he grows up.
Growing up, this is really a long process of suffering.
A woman used to pick up only one guest a day, but now it is different. In order to earn money and get drugs, she is really crazy. Feng Ming didn't know at school, until he heard that there were 20 or 30 men entering and leaving their house a day, Feng Ming couldn't help it anymore and kicked the door open for the third time.
For so many years, Feng Ming only kicked the door three times.
The first time he was five years old, he smashed a man who burned his mother with a cigarette butt, causing his mother to lose two hundred yuan, and the whole night was wasted. But his mother didn't blame him, she pampered him with medicine, saying that he would wait for him to grow up to protect her.
The second time when he was seven years old, he used a bench to smash a drunk who wanted to his mother. He lost a lot of medical expenses, and his mother did not blame him. At that time he looked at the sunshine outside the hospital, hoping that life would slowly get better.
The third time, now.
The nine-year-old Feng Ming has already understood too much. He couldn't tolerate his mother's losing his body like that. She was consuming her life to exchange money, and then using the money to exchange for something more life-consuming.
Feng Ming kicked the door open and pulled the man away from the woman. The nine-year-old kid didn't know where it was, so he just pulled it open.
Seeing her son coming in, the woman didn't react at all, and said to the man blankly: "Go on, what are you doing in a daze? Finish it quickly, and then give me money..."
"Get out!" Feng Ming shouted at the man.
The man was so disturbed that he lost interest in a moment, cursed secretly and left.
The woman is still trying to stay: "Hey, don't leave—"
"Could you not behave like this!" Feng Ming's eyes were red, and he was crying.
The woman didn't seem to react: "Mingming? Mingming, do you even despise me?" She laughed to herself, "I can't wash it clean long ago. Everyone despise me, even you despise me..."
"I didn't dislike you." Feng Ming whispered, "but you can't touch this thing anymore, it will kill you."
How could he dislike his mother? Even if the whole world said she was not good, even if she was impoverished, he had never thought about it that way.
The woman didn’t listen: "Money, I want money, give me money..."
"I'll give you money! I will support you! I will take care of you from now on! Don't do this, and stop taking drugs." He begged, "Are you going to do it?"
The woman smiled stupidly: "What are you supporting me? You are only nine years old."
Feng Ming said: "There is always a way."
There is always a way to pick up the tatters and perform the art.
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Feng Ming's painting and singing are very good, and he belongs to the class without a teacher. He sang with a microphone in the center of the bustling square in the city. His lovely jade snow and his childish voice attracted many people to stop.
After a weekend, the income is considerable.
He goes to the square every day after school and on weekends, sometimes painting and sometimes singing. Versatile and really gained some favor.
He gave the first money he earned to his mother, and the woman was overjoyed and said happily, "My son has grown up."
"Well, when I grow up, I can support you. You... don't have to do that anymore."
The woman nodded.
The money Feng Ming made saved enough for daily expenses, but it was definitely not enough to support the purchase of drugs.
Once Feng Ming had a good harvest, he bought a bottle of goat milk in the supermarket and decided to go home and drink with his mother. On the way home, when he saw the stray cat huddled in the corner, he moved with compassion and poured some goat's milk to the kitten.
A little goat's milk, let a kitten follow Feng Ming back home.
Feng Ming named the kitten Xiaohua and wanted to raise it. The woman agreed.
At that time, two people and one cat formed a family of three, and the woman's drug addiction did not recur. Feng Ming was able to make money and no longer had his mother betray the skin and flesh. Everything was developing in a good direction.
Feng Ming's heart was full of expectations for the future.
Until one day after school, he returned home without going to the square and saw a man coming out of his mother's room.
Feng Ming's whole body was like falling into an ice cellar for an instant.
It turns out that women have never quit the poison.
She always took advantage of the day to pick up customers with him in the square to make money, still making the money and buying the medicine.
He also saw a small flower that was thrown to death. It was a woman who fell during a drug addiction. The woman felt that this piece of meat could not be wasted, so she wanted to make the little flower into cat meat to entertain guests.
Poison products have eroded this woman's mind and made her abnormal.
Feng Mingxiang never knew her.
Feng Ming had a fierce quarrel with his mother, after which the relationship fell to a freezing point.
He buried the little flower in the soil alone and buried it well.
He whispered in the wind.
"In this world, there is no hope at all."
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Another guest came to the old town today.
The guest was in a suit and leather shoes, with a gentle manner, and he looked different from others. He found the woman's room and knocked on the door. He frowned slightly when he looked at the woman who opened the door and described it as withered and apathetic.
It is hard to imagine that such a woman would give birth to such a beautiful and lovely child.
"Is this your son?" The man opened the door and showed the woman the picture.
In the photo, it is the Feng Ming drawn in the center of the square. His small face is delicate and delicate, and he is agile.
The woman said: "Yes, may I ask..."
The man opened the wallet and took out a wad of money: "How about making a deal?"
The man is a businessman with an unknown hobby. He likes to torture beautiful little boys.
The first time he saw Feng Ming from the square, he fell in love with the child and found his mother. He is confident enough to get the right to use this child.
The woman looked at the pile of pink bills, her eyes straight.
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It was night, Feng Ming returned home.
The mother and son have been in a cold war for many days, one is stubborn and forbearing, the other is crazy, and neither talks to anyone.
Today, there are signs of breaking the ice in this relationship, and it seems that the woman has taken it first.
She brought the meticulously cooked chicken soup to Feng Ming: "Ming Ming, let's have something to eat. Mommy will feed you, okay?"
Feng Ming's heart moved.
Like a resurgence.
That is his mother. No matter how unbearable, as long as she said a word, he can forgive.
Feng Ming drank the chicken soup.
Then dizzy.
Finally, Feng Ming saw only a man in a suit walking out of the house.
"I gave it to you, can you give me the remaining money?" He heard his mother ask impatiently.
All thoughts are ashamed.
mom……
Why is this...
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The next day, Feng Ming woke up from the bed, his legs almost unable to close together.
He barely supported it and walked outside step by step.
The woman immediately stood up and asked cautiously: "Mingming, you, how are you?"
Feng Ming glanced at her extremely lightly, lowered his eyes, and silenced the last light in his eyes.
"I don't care about you."
The mother he loved and loved him died a long time ago, but now alive is nothing but a walking dead body dominated by drugs, a demon in human skin.
Maybe this woman should have died long ago. Feng Ming thought viciously. Then she will always be his mother who loves him, instead of the inhuman and ghost appearance now.
All good things should stop at the best moment.
Otherwise, sooner or later it will become ugly.
When he stepped out of the door and was shrouded in sunlight, Feng Ming chuckled lightly. The light in his eyes was warm, but so cold, it contained a great mockery of the world.
Even if the sun is shining on the earth, all beings are happy, everything is bright and radiant...
What does that have to do with him?
He is deep in the backlight, he is the shadow itself.
He is the part that will never be favored.