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Chapter 1041 Dreamland 2

Wait until the man is tired and tired.

Father lost the whip weakly, shook his head, and left the room satisfied.

The woman and Yu Yang looked at each other, hugged and cried.

The two are like the intersection of two small boats sailing alone in the sea, sharing the fear of loneliness in silence.

At that moment, fear and loneliness may not be called fear, loneliness, he has become an indescribable, eternal, boundless force with infinite vitality.

Yu Yang smelled the aroma of magnolia flowers on his mother's body, with a strong smell of blood.

This smell remains in the yang nasal cavity for a long time, and it will never be forgotten for a lifetime.

Yu Yang was never afraid of being beaten, he was beaten from birth to adulthood.

Being beaten almost became a law in Yu Yang's heart, similar to the rising of the sun. Humans can never compete with the law.

But he was afraid that his mother would be beaten, and he was afraid to see the mournful scream on his mother's face and the pretended smile of his mother.

"My son! My son!"

The mother carried the kind of painful sympathy that Yu Yang saw most often.

Yu Yang forcefully squeezed out a smile, a tone of indifference that everyone knew that he was pretending to be Qiang 503. "Mom, I'm fine!""

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault..." The mother murmured reproachfully.

"Mother, have me with you."

Yu Yang stroked his mother's back lightly, feeling her mother's tall shoulder blades, deep grooves in her spine, and rough, raw scales on her buttocks.

The two stayed up all night, and Yu Yang listened to her mother and began to talk about her childhood.

The mother said that when she was a child, she was the best child in the academy.

Every time she took the exam, the dean came to praise her in person.

My mother took out a piece of yellowed white paper (adfc). She had taken out this worn out piece of white paper countless times, with the words "The future is promising" written on it.

Yu Yang liked to listen to her mother talk about her childhood. Yu Yang listened to her countless times.

This will let Yu Yang know that his mother has been happy, at least once.

Yu Yang came to the alley across the street from his home. This alley was dirty, dark, and foul smelling, and was full of mouse and cockroach corpses.

The darkest and filthiest corner of the city is where the light in Yu Yang's heart lies.

But it was the place where he escaped all the pain. He could hear the sound of reading books in this place. The sound was like carbon in the snow, allowing Yu Yang, who was about to freeze to death, to survive.

It was like a heavenly sound, leading Yu Yang out of this muddy environment to travel in the immortal world.

Yu Yang fell painfully, and the dirty sewage that melted the corpse had a strange aroma and sweetness.

He felt the sewage in his nose, he coughed violently, his eyes were blinded, and he looked like he was about to suffocate to death, and he began to gasp with his mouth again, his tongue sticking out like a dying dog.

He knew that he was still unable to fight. After more than ten years, it seemed that everything had changed, but whether it was always or nothing changed.

He still couldn't fight, he was still the weak, unrestrained boy from before, and in the long river of time, there were always some things that remained the same.

He imagined that he had imagined so many times that the man stood in front of him, proudly and proudly, picked up the whip and abused his mother.

Yu Yang suddenly felt that he was rising like the sun, with a light that ripped through the darkness, raised his fist, and fell, the man fell to the ground like a deflated puppet, howling on the ground in pain, looking at Yu with frightened eyes. Yang, knelt down, begged for mercy, and kowtowed repeatedly.

He stood with his mother, looking down at the servile man.

The mother looked at Yu Yang with relieved eyes and stroked his head.

Yu Yang raised his head like a proud lion.

Yu Yang angrily hammered the floor, like a child holding a dead object and venting his pain.

He roared and cried as fierce as a wild beast and as weak as a fowl. He knew everything behind him, and when he still couldn't fight, it was over.

Yu Yang's father died in an extremely excited whipping.

He held a whip and beat Yu Yang with all his might, venting his unhappiness in his day's work. It seemed that his physical strength would never be exhausted that day. With each whip, Yu Yang was unable to shout.

Consciousness seems to be separated from the body, the body no longer obeys Yu Yang's commands, and the pupils are no longer in focus. That was when Yu Yang was on the verge of death in the first half of his life.

In the blurred, out of focus pupils, he saw two people fighting.

The stronger one grabbed her weak throat, pushed her to the corner of the table, and pinched her fiercely.

I don't know how long it took, she picked up a stool and slammed it hard at him, the sharp corner of the stool touched his head, he let go of her hands and took a few steps back. , fell heavily on the ground.

The head and the ground struck a crisp sound, he lay on the ground, and she hugged her head and cried.

The next day someone came, took the woman away, and sent the man away.

Before leaving, her mother hugged the seriously injured Yu Yang tightly, not knowing whether Yu Yang could hear it clearly, she whispered in his ear: "Live well and be a good person. 55

The woman died in the prison, with her broken wrist, covered with blood, her body facing east, sitting on the wall of the prison, her eyes seemed to be looking at the sun.