[7]
That night, Liao Nanqing stayed at Mo's house in northern Jiangsu.
Liao Nanqing slept in the guest room with the clean scent of saponin on the pillow. He tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.
When it was about eleven o'clock, Su Jing came back. Subei Mo and Su Jing were sitting in the living room talking, but Liao Nanqing couldn't hear clearly, but was embarrassed to go out to drink water. He hasn't drank much water all day, and now it's like a fire is heating up in his throat.
The clock on the wall is ticking, immersing in the silence of the night and making people feel inexplicably anxious.
He couldn't help getting up and gently opened the door.
As soon as he went out, he saw Subei Mo sitting on the sofa and playing games with his mobile phone.
On the coffee table was a cigarette that had been wrung out halfway through, probably by Father Su. Liao Nanqing walked over, the bottom of the slippers stuck to the floor, but he walked very fast.
"Give me your mother's contact number." Subeimo ended the game, leaned his head on the sofa, looked at Liao Nanqing, and found that he was wearing his own pajamas, like a child wearing an adult's clothes. Subei Mo hooked his fingers, and Liao Nanqing came over obediently like an obedient little rabbit.
"I asked my dad to contact your mother and try to transfer you to a school in the city."
Liao Nanqing's eyes flashed.
Subei Mo threw away the low-battery mobile phone, and his tone was much more relaxed: "Everyone lives on campus there. I'll lend you the tuition fee. When you go to college, work-study work and pay it back to me slowly." At the end, he added a sentence , "Liao Nanqing, start over."
Put aside the prejudice, ignorance and ignorance of the small county.
Go to a new place and start over, study hard, preferably every day.
After saying these words that sounded like redemption, Subei Mo stretched his waist and planned to go back to his room to sleep in relief. When passing by Liao Nanqing, he rubbed his head again. This time, Liao Nanqing hugged him.
"Aren't you asking me?"
The thin pajamas were soaked, and it was Liao Nanqing's tears, "No one is like you, even my mother doesn't believe me..."
Subei Mo sighed: "What do you want to say?"
"It's yours, it doesn't matter." Liao Nanqing thought, he must understand what Subeimo said, "You will never hate me like them and leave me alone. Right?"
He asked softly, the last sentence almost choked in his whimper. He buried his head in front of Subei Mo's chest and held it tightly. Looking for someone to rely on and trust him completely.
Subei Mohui hugged him and patted his back: "Yes."
Liao Nanqing took Subei Mo to the guest room. Slowly, his opening sentence was: "My father, although he made a mistake... but he is not a bad person."
Eight years ago, the beginning of the nightmare came from Liao Nanqing's seriously ill grandfather.
The Liao family borrowed a lot of money to treat the elderly. He even borrowed the money from the neighbors cheekily, but he still failed to keep the old man's life. Without people, economic pressure has undoubtedly become the biggest torture for their family.
At that time, Liao Nanqing was only ten years old and had just entered the third grade of primary school. He is very handsome, with good grades, and is a particularly popular student in the class. Every day, he served as a three-good student in the school with excellent character and study, and went home with laughter and laughter with his teammates.
But often after that crossroads, he will become another Liao Nanqing.
A sullen, unsmiling man.
He hated walking through that intersection, coming home, and seeing a frowning dad, a scolding mom, and grandma wiping her tears with a handkerchief.
It was undoubtedly a dark cloud, pressing down on him so hard that he could hardly breathe.
At his feet was the shattered china bowl, and his mother cried while packing up her clothes: "I said that this disease can't be cured. If you don't want to treat it or not, you just don't listen! It's alright now! What's the money in the family? When can the year be repaid, how can I live..." She sat on the ground covering her face and cried bitterly, her skinny arms were dry.
Liao Nanqing walked over and hugged his mother, no happiness could be seen on his dull little face.
Father Liao didn't say a word, he couldn't blame his wife for making a fuss at the moment. When the old man was sick, he was busy with work and borrowing money, and his wife took care of everything in the hospital and at home. Now that people are not kept, but the family has collapsed, he is responsible.
"Otherwise, go and ask for a loan from the opposite door... Now relatives are avoiding us, only he is willing to lend us." Liao mother pushed Liao Nanqing away and held Liao's father's hand, "You go and ask him to borrow a little more, at least My mother's home is paid first. I really have no face at all... "
Father Liao pursed his lips and covered his face in pain with his hands.
His silence made Liao's mother completely explode: "You can't make money, it's useless! I won't talk about you, and you won't let you borrow money from the opposite door! Are you trying to kill me?! You go! You don't go and I go!"
Liao Nanqing covered his ears, and grandma came to hold his hand: "Nanqing, go back to the house and do your homework."
Liao Nanqing shook his head, and grandma said, "Be obedient."
They will never let Liao Nanqing participate in this topic at home. Every time, he is in the room, close to the door listening to all the quarrels. Deliberately lowered voice, endless despair, spread wisps in this house. It was black, and Liao Nanqing could see them.
And, under the cover of clothes, the slight bruise on his arm.
This is also visible.
But this is a secret, and Liao Nanqing can't let his parents find out. He tugged at his clothes secretly, his eyes blank, like every time he passed that intersection.
Liao Nanqing hated and was afraid to see that man.
Every time he heard his voice, Liao Nanqing shivered.
That person would threaten Liao Nanqing with his words from time to time, and when he saw his fearful eyes, that person would laugh and grab his ears and threaten him: "If you dare to speak out, I will never borrow your money again. . This way your parents will keep quarreling..." He smiled slyly and continued, "And I will ask your family to pay back the money. Your family has no money now, and I will let your parents go with you if you don't come out. Go to jail, and I will slowly torture you and your grandma."
Liao Nanqing was only ten years old, and was so frightened that he did not dare to breathe.
The family's experience has been overwhelming. In addition, this man is the creditor of their family, living opposite their house, and is the person who parents and mothers are thankful for on weekdays. When the Liao family was in the most difficult time, he lent them money again and again to help them get through the difficulties time and time again.
He is a 'beneficiary' and a 'good man' to whom Liao Nanqing should be grateful.
"Nan Qing, you are a good boy. Do you want your parents to go to jail?"
Liao Nanqing covered his mouth, tears came out of his eyes little by little, he shook his head desperately, he didn't understand anything. Tears were on her tender face, like the fresh buds and leaves after the rain, they could stick to the fingertips with a light pinch and smash them.
The man was startled, there was a fire in his eyes, it was an endless sin.
"Come to my house tomorrow, don't let your parents know."
Having said that, Liao Nanqing clenched the pajamas in front of his chest, he breathed slowly, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead. His eyes fell on the smooth floor, as if to muster up the courage to open a wound that had been buried in his heart for many years. It festered and stinks, locked up in his body, corroded him, devoured him.
People around me wantonly slander, and the truth will never be revealed.
No one believed him, not even his mother.
Liao Nanqing closed his eyes in pain, despair without end.
Subei Mo held his face and said solemnly, "Stop talking!"
Liao Nanqing bit his lower lip, glanced up little by little, aimed at Su Beimo's face, pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, and said in pain, "He didn't rape me, he didn't, but no one believes it except my father. I."
No one believes him, everyone only wants to believe what they want to believe.
From that day on, Liao Nanqing stopped laughing.
His grades plummeted, and he became thinner every day. The head teacher was very worried about him and took the liberty to visit Liao Nanqing's home. Liao Nanqing didn't bring home any recent transcripts, and his parents didn't care about him. Therefore, the home visit of the head teacher undoubtedly means the exposure of all this.
"The house is already in such a mess, and you are adding to it." Mother Liao sent the head teacher away and sat on the sofa, covering her forehead. It seems that it is tiring to say a word more, "Nan Qing, don't you make trouble for your mother?"
"Mom, I'm sorry."
"I know that the chaos at home has affected your studies recently. But Mom and Dad are also very tired. You have to be obedient, you know?" After all, it was her own child, and Mother Liao gently touched his hair. Her complexion was sallow, and she had no energy at all. "Don't worry, Uncle Li from the opposite door has lent us money again. Mom won't let you live differently from other classmates. They won't be able to find out."
Liao Nanqing's hand shrank.
Mother Liao didn't notice, and was still thinking: "Uncle Li, who is opposite the door, has helped our family a lot. When you see him in the future, you should be more polite. Do you know?"
As soon as the voice fell, there were two knocks on the door outside the door.
Liao Nanqing's body was stiff, and he heard his mother go to open the door without moving.
It's Uncle Li.
He was carrying a bag of roast chicken with a friendly smile on his face, as if wearing a fake mask: "I bought too many roast chickens today. I'll give you half of them. I think Nan Qing has lost weight recently." Nylon bag 'Siso' The voice was hazy and harsh. Mother Liao pulled Liao Nanqing to thank him. Unbeknownst to her, she really thought that this man had a good heart.
Only Liao Nanqing knew his true face, but he didn't dare to say it, he was afraid.
This man is his nightmare—
"Nan Qing, you are here."
Liao Nanqing stood stiffly in front of the sofa, there was no expression on his face, but Uncle Li, who was holding his shoulder, smiled 'amiable'. He touched Nan Qing's head, like a gentle elder. But Liao Nanqing knew in his heart that this was a cave of desire, and he was dragging himself into it.
The disgusting feeling was indescribable, Liao Nanqing shuddered and watched in horror as the blackness in the other's eyes gradually spread.
Day after day, the vortex of madness grew, and they all fell into it.
To this day, this feeling hit his brain, his shoulder was pinched, and the resistance of his body let him know that he hated this Uncle Li. Liao Nanqing cried out in fright, but the more he cried, the more angry the other party became. Liao Nanqing was intimidated by him pressing on the sofa, his thin short sleeves were torn apart, and there were several unsightly bruises on his pale skin.
Liao Nanqing collapsed, his obedience, his ignorance, and his concessions all turned into a deadly weapon that caused this evil.
He cried and shouted for help, my father helped me, my mother helped me.
help me!
Who can help me…