Every once in a while, a man brings a USB flash drive.

The man in the video on the USB flash drive is the father he longs for.

Unfortunately, he only watched it twice and never wanted to watch it again.

How could the man inside, who was tortured to a point where life was worse than death and looked like he was twenty years older, could be his father?

The moment he saw the video, his hatred for that woman reached its peak.

It can be said that before the age of eight, it was hatred that supported him to survive in this place where he had no food to eat and no clothes to wear.

When I was eight years old, my adoptive father cheated on me.

I even wanted to abandon my adoptive mother and several sisters.

He saw his adoptive mother being hysterical and crying like crazy.

This woman who was usually sarcastic and unkind to him finally revealed her most vulnerable and vicious side.

While crying, he crazily cursed his adoptive father and that woman to die.

At that time, he had a vague sense of what marriage was.

For the first time, I reflected on whether what I had done in the past had caused the same harm to that vicious woman.

My mother said that because my father was my aunt's husband, I couldn't live with them.

But his mother didn't tell him why it couldn't be done.

They didn't tell him what impact their actions would have on others.

At that time, he believed that as long as he was not his aunt's husband, his father could belong to him and his mother.

Seeing his adoptive mother's appearance, he thought for the first time from the perspective of that vicious woman.

Probably, the existence of herself and her mother really destroyed her family.

Once you open your mind, you can't stop it.

In the days that followed, whenever similar things happened, he recalled and analyzed them countless times.

Thinking about what I did back then.

What did he do?

To please his father and curse the woman he thought was evil with evil words.

Then he was slapped.

Recall the slap in the face in memory mode rather than with resentment.

The vicious woman said to him.

"How uncomfortable you are when you are beaten, how uncomfortable others are when they are scolded by you."

It suddenly dawned on me.

Not only do you have emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and joy, but others also do.

From then on, the self-analysis mode of introspection began.

Today is his eighteenth birthday.

His adoptive parents gave him enough money for a plane ticket to return to his hometown, and then kicked him out of the house.

Said that their mission has been completed.

I gave him the travel expenses and the computer.

He accepted the travel expenses, stuffed eight USB flash drives into his pocket, and refused to take away the computer.

What's the use of an old computer that takes three minutes to boot up?

and.....

I clutched the eight USB flash drives in my hand tightly. It has been four years since anyone sent a USB flash drive.

Thinking of the cruel scene in the last USB drive.

What the ending will be is already easy to guess.

Set foot on the homeland again.

Starting from the lowest level worker.

I have to say that even if I receive the meager salary here, it is a hundred times better than in that war-torn place.

Wait until he approached his mother and sister anxiously.

He almost didn't recognize that the fat woman with a tired and desperate look in front of him was the gentle and loving mother in his memory.

It was also dirty and messy, and it looked like a rental house.

He thought he was the most miserable one.

Unexpectedly...

The bitter and mean person in my memory, who was said to be his grandmother, was instructing my mother to cook with a bossy look.

From where he stood, he could see her face, but she could only see her shoulders.

"You bitch, how many times have I told you that you are not allowed to bring those bastard men to my home.

I just gave you a few dollars without even looking at it, and you want to take it home. If people find out, who would be willing to take over a woman like you who has lost more than ten or twenty hands?"

"Mom, no..." Qin Sihua looked at Qin Luo, who was almost exactly the same as Xiao Muyu, and cried with excitement.

"Cry, cry, cry, just cry, my Xiao family is crying because of you, the broom star.

Now that you have come, let him give you the money.

I lost more than a thousand yuan playing cards yesterday, and I happened to have no money today.

Also, that bitch of yours is old now. You spent two hundred yuan to dress her up, so you can teach her how to find a man."

"You have raised her for so many years and you haven't gotten a penny back. Are you sorry?"

When the old lady had scolded her enough, she rushed out angrily when she didn't see the woman coming in pitifully with money.

As soon as he saw Qin Luo, he was stunned.

Qin Sihua immediately burst into tears.

"Luoluo, Luoluo, it's great if you come back. Mom really misses you so much."

After saying that, he said happily, "Mom, it's better now. Luoluo is back. He will protect us and we won't be bullied."

Qin Luo:......

If he thought according to normal people, he would definitely question her.

Why do you still care about the life and death of that old woman when you live like this?

But the analysis of himself and Qin Sihua over the years made him know.

This is his mother.

Even if there are 10,000 ways to be self-reliant.

She is still timid at heart, and she always needs someone to rely on to feel at ease.

No matter how excessive the old woman is, as long as you speak louder to her and threaten her a little bit, you can make her obedient.

Xiao's mother's face also flashed with joy.

"Yeah, it's really Luoluo. Luoluo is so smart and capable. My old woman is finally going to live a good life again."

Qin Luo:......

In the end, he left 500 yuan and ran away.

Time passed day by day, and he gradually took root in the hometown in his memory.

I receive a modest salary every month and can barely make ends meet.

Later I went to my mother's house again, but I always ran away.

He knew that he couldn't afford to offend a family like that.

Whether you call him ruthless or unfilial, he doesn't have the ability to bear them now.

In other words, they are unwilling to bear the burden.

They will drag him into the mire again.

And the woman he had hated for more than ten years.

Now that he has become the president of the Qin family, it is said that the remarried man is not a rich man, and the two of them can be considered loving and harmonious.

Qin Luo stood across the street from the Qin Group building.

If she can come back, has she let herself go?

It's definitely true. The Qin family now is completely different from the Qin family back then.

How could you not know his whereabouts?

Suddenly his eyes flashed.

A figure appeared at the company gate that he would never forget even if he died.

She still looks young, and she looks like two generations apart from her mother, who looks so haggard that she looks like an aunt in her fifties.

The coldness of many years ago has faded away, and his whole body is filled with soft light.

He knew that it was the light that only happy people had.

Hate?

Of course I hate it.

She directed her father's misery, and she probably contributed to her mother's downfall.

But revenge?

He can't do it anymore.

Not just in terms of ability.

And the heart...

Just imagine, if she hadn't used thunderous means to take the lead, the Qin family and her might have ended up with the Xiao family now.

After so many years of analysis, I still know a little bit about my father’s character.

When the woman got into the car, the car was out of sight.

Qin Luocai moved his stiff legs and walked towards his rental house.

Fourteen years ago, that slap knocked away his happiness, but it also woke up his sanity.

The pain of sobriety or the madness of confusion?

If you have to let him choose.

He will probably still choose to stay awake.
Chapter completed!