Chapter 44

In Yu Yang's room on the third floor of the HOG base, Yu Yang was sleeping on the bed, sweating on his forehead, and his pale yellow bangs were wet and stuck to his temples.

Yu Yang frowned, breathing heavily.

He hasn't had nightmares for a long time.

Especially in the past few months, Yu Yang has been sleeping on the bed almost every day. His body is too tired, but his mind is very relaxed. He is not easy to get anxious. , and as long as it is related to Qi Zui, it is a good dream.

Maybe it was because of the pressure of the tattoo incident in the past few days that Yu Yang rarely had nightmares.

Yu Yang dreamed of when he was twelve years old.

Crowded room, dim corridor, blurred face of stepfather...

It seems that Xiaoyang was beaten again.

He was knocked out and woke up in pain all over his body and blood all over his face.

Why was beaten...not clear.

Every time Yu Yang was beaten, he didn't know the reason.

The TV is loud and you might get a beating.

If the TV is too loud, you may also get beaten up.

Books that are not neatly organized may be beaten.

Books are too neatly tidied, and they may also be beaten.

There was a piece of paper scraps on the ground, a water stain on the sink, and clothes hanging on the balcony that you forgot to put away in time...

These may all be the reason why he was beaten.

The reasons why his stepfather beat him were various, often a sudden explosion. One second he was gossiping, and the next second he slapped him.

Over time, Xiao Yang became accustomed to keeping a distance from others. Even in school, the most gentle female teacher was close to him during her lectures, and Xiao Yang felt awkward all over.

Subconsciously, the kind and beautiful female teacher may smash the book on his head in the next second.

Yu Yang slept in a daze, remembering for a long time that he was beaten today, as if he had bit the scum.

Bleeding came.

Yu Yang has never been beaten honestly.

Although he was beaten worse every time, no matter how others tried to persuade him, he would not beg for mercy from that scumbag.

I can't beat him now, I'll be fine when grow up.

Yu Yang didn't believe it, he and his mother would be tortured by this scum all their lives.

Yu Yang always felt that he would really rot in this mud.

Xiao Yang was a little dizzy after being beaten, and had been feeling nauseous, and fainted again unconsciously.

When Xiao Yang woke up from the dream, he was already lying on the bed.

His mother, with red eyes, wringed a damp towel to wipe the blood from his face.

Yu Yang opened his eyes and asked weakly, "Why didn't you run just now?"

Mom choked and shook her head.

He was beaten just now because after school, Yu Yang heard movement in the bedroom.

That scum is beating his mother.

Yu Yang lost his schoolbag and rushed over, biting his wrist.

What happened next...I can't remember clearly.

Xiaoyang avoided the towel and suggested again: "Let's go, I'll think of a way, I can't go to school, I can survive... He didn't pay you any money at all, and you have to serve him... Without his words …”

Mom still weeps and shakes her head, again.

Xiao Yang closed his eyes tiredly, not knowing why his mother could only cry.

She never resisted, and when Yu Yang was beaten, she didn't stop her, she only whispered in fear to discourage her.

Xiao Yang was actually a little puzzled in his heart.

why don't you help me?

Why don't you get a divorce?

But the bigger resentment is still for himself.

Why are you only twelve years old?

Why can't you beat him?

Why can't you make money?

Xiao Yang couldn't accept such close contact with people at this moment. After he eased a little, he pushed his mother away and rushed to the face himself.

The stepfather didn't know where he went, so he probably went drinking with his friends.

Xiao Yang rushed across his face and leaned against the wall to rub against his small bedroom. When he passed the living room, his eyes lit up.

A drawer under the TV cabinet in the living room is open.

That's where the stepfather put the change. The stepfather usually took the money from there to his mother, and asked her to buy food and wine.

Maybe the stepfather drank too much today, got confused when he left, and forgot to lock the drawer.

Xiao Yang walked over slowly, took a note from the inside, and went out the door.

Yu Yang didn't have a fixed phone at home, and the phone booths in the community were prematurely rusted. He went to the next street, found a convenience store, lost a dollar, and said vaguely, "Make a call."

There are too few people who come out to borrow phones these days, the convenience store owner looked Yu Yang up and down, didn't ask any further questions, and pushed the landline forward.

Xiao Yang's fingers trembled slightly, and quickly broadcast a number.

After the phone call, Xiao Yang ran back home.

On the way home, Xiao Yang's heart beat faster, and there was even a smile on his face.

Xiao Yang tore off the bandage his mother had wrapped around his arm, ruthless, and clenched hard on his wound, blood seeping out instantly.

Yu Yang returned home, washed his hands and lay down on the ground.

Xiao Yang fainted again, but this time he was relieved that this should be the end.

He doesn't know how he will live in the future, but it doesn't matter. He can go to an Internet cafe to see the machine, and go to a restaurant that is not very particular to help out. He doesn't believe that he can't support his mother.

As long as you're alive, it's better than watching your mother get beaten every now and then.

He's had enough.

Xiao Yang was woken up.

His eye sockets were swollen and he couldn't see clearly. He vaguely saw his mother explaining to the police.

Xiao Yang staggered to his feet, and before he could speak, he heard his mother whispering to the policeman with a low brow and pleasing eyes...

"Child... naughty, fighting in groups..."

"There is no domestic violence, the child is not disciplined by his father..."

"Our own family affairs..."

"No, the neighbors all know that children are ignorant and fight all day long..."

The police officer looked at Yu Yang's mother vigilantly, turned to look at Xiao Yang, and asked him for details.

Xiao Yang looked at his mother like falling into an ice cellar.

Yu Yang's mother shook her head painfully behind the police officer.

Yu Yang closed his eyes and shed tears for the first time because of the beating.

Yu Yang bit his teeth bleeding and said in a low voice, "I'm talking nonsense..."

The police had doubts in their hearts, but this was the most difficult household chores to deal with, and they couldn't get to the bottom of it. After educating the two of them, they left.

Xiao Yang looked at his mother and asked her why.

Mother knelt on the ground, crying uncontrollably: "I'm pregnant..."

Yu Yang buried his face in the pillow, unable to breathe.

Yu Yang's eyelids moved and he woke up.

He looked left and right, took a long breath, relaxed, and lay back on the bed.

The mattress was moderately firm and soft, which Qi Zui asked He Xiaoxu to change for him.

Yu Yang's dormitory is more than 30 square meters, with excellent lighting and a small bathroom. The room is not big, but it is more than enough for one person.

Yu Yang was very content.

After a bit of influence, Yu Yang took out his mobile phone and checked his bank account after taking a shower.

This month's money has also been called on time.

No more, no less, a full five thousand.

Supporting parents is a human relationship. Over the years, Yu Yang has been paying money to his mother.

When you earn less, you will naturally give less, but if you earn more, you will not give much.

It used to be at most 2,000, but it will rise to 5,000 because Yu Yang's mother finally agreed to Yu Yang and got divorced.

She took a boy and moved to another city.

The 5,000 yuan is the main source of living for their mother and son, which is enough to ensure their food and clothing, but they have to rent a house and pay for their children's tuition fees.

In fact, according to Yu Yang's income, he can afford to pay his mother tens of thousands a month, but he is not willing.

After that call, his stepfather nearly beat him to death.

His mother, as always, just huddled in the doorway and wept softly.

Xiaoyang was beaten by the man and it was not easy to speak. He said intermittently: "If you have the ability to kill me... If I die, you go to jail and leave my mother to live a quiet life..."

What responded to him was one punch after another.

Xiao Yang was not killed after all.

After coming back to life, he ran away.

Before leaving, he asked his mother again, if you want to come with me, how can I let you live.

The woman who had been humble all her life shook her head in despair and helplessness, and even wanted to persuade Yu Yang not to leave.

Xiao Yang pushed away his mother's hand and left without looking back.

When Xie Chen gave Yu Yang psychological counseling, he tried to let Yu Yang relax and let him forgive his mother.

He hinted to Yu Yang that the mother was not indifferent, she did not want to provoke her husband, but also wanted to protect the child in her womb.

Yu Yang looked at Xie Chen quietly, and asked, "Am I not her child?"

Xie Chen was speechless.

Yu Yang was unable to accept contact with others, and the repeated accumulation of physical pain and emotional emotions over the years caused him to have a serious misunderstanding in his thinking, which made him equate his stepfather with all those who were close to him.

To relieve him, there must be a breakthrough, but in this breakthrough, there is a mother who makes Yu Yang love and hate.

Xie Chen tried several times, except to make Yu Yang's mood more extreme, but to no avail.

No, he could only persuade Yu Yang to try desensitization treatment. As for the part that he couldn't let go of, Xie Chenai couldn't help.

Yu Yang wiped off the water droplets on his arm, picked up the watch he put on the bedside, and put it on.

His phone vibrated, Yu Yang turned his head and frowned slightly.

It was a text message from an unknown number.

Yu Yang picked up the phone...

Yu Yang deleted the message and, as usual, had lunch and went to the training room to train.

During the practice game, Yu Yang received a few more messages.

Yu Yang looked at the short message coldly and did not delete it.

It's still coming.