Chapter 1966 Evil Sorrow
Is the world fair?
Don’t know.
Some people say it is fair, and many more people say it is unfair.
Maybe the world is really unfair, in most people’s minds.
A poor child grew up under the sole care of his mother. He always envied other people's fathers and their warm cabins. Why was he born so unlucky? He didn't know, he couldn't think too far back at that time.
When he was ten years old, his mother passed away. It was early one morning, and he found her in the manger under the awning. Mom is exhausted. She ground the grass very late last night. Today she has to take the ground grass to the market in the town to exchange money for potatoes, bran cakes and a piece of black bread, otherwise they will starve again today. , and brown bread because it’s his birthday today.
My mother left so suddenly. He sat under the awning in a daze, wondering what the future would be like.
He went wandering alone, hundreds of kilometers away. That was when he was six years old when his father was still there. He went to his aunt's house for the last time. He remembered that it was four hundred kilometers away.
After several months of begging along the way, he encountered so many indifferences and blank stares that he found the hut that he had a vague impression of in his memory.
Yes, it was here, this was his aunt's home. Although it was just a small wooden house on the outskirts of the city, the light from the house made him feel warm. He couldn't wait to knock on the door. Although his aunt and her husband His face looked a little ugly, but he still let him in.
The house was really warm, much better than the thatched house that he and his mother had with bare walls and air leakage everywhere. On the first night, his aunt's attitude towards him was quite good. Although she was a bit cold, she still accepted him and gave him food. But the next day, his aunt's attitude changed and she asked him to leave. She stayed until he kept begging. From that day on, he was thrown into the utility room in the backyard and lived with the vicious dog in the backyard.
My aunt was very mean and never let him eat at the table. She could only eat the leftovers left by them when they were clearing away the dishes after eating. Every time it was cold soup, and every time there was only leftover soup. Green vegetables and potatoes. And all the tableware and all the housework had to be done by him.
A beating always comes as scheduled when he breaks the dishes. He didn't understand why the people in his aunt's family were so cruel to him. Maybe he didn't do well enough. Later, he worked hard to learn to do everything well, cleaning every corner and every piece of dust in the house, but the beatings still did not lessen, and he continued to beat him even if he couldn't find a reason.
When he was 15 years old, his aunt's fat son accidentally burned down his neighbor's house, and he escaped from the family chaos. For the next six months, he was on the move, traveling to many places and towns. On the way, he moved goods in shops, helped at the docks, and begged in wealthy residential areas. Just as he was using the money he earned to build up a small savings, a tax official snatched his money bag and threw him into prison. The reason is that he, a beggar, shouldn't have ten gold coins hidden on his person, so he must have stolen them.
It was a tax officer from the Water Kingdom. He told the people in prison the reasons, explaining that all his money came from his own labor, but no one cared about what he said, no one cared.
He was imprisoned for a month and a half, and was whipped five times and humiliated many times by inmates. It wasn't until the prison officials were sure that nothing could be squeezed out of him that they threw him away like garbage to prevent him from dying in prison.
After he was released from prison, he had a high fever and fell in an unnoticed corner, waiting for death in a daze. Until the appearance of a little girl seemed to open a window into the darkness of his soul and illuminate his world.
The girl rescued him and gave him sweet sugar water and half a white bread in her hand. He didn't know how he still had the strength to speak. Maybe it was because of the girl's smile. Her smile was very bright, giving people warmth like a yellow flower. Her voice was nice, crisp and hearty, like the magic nectar brewed by the elves. Refreshing.
“What’s your name?”
"My name is Jesika, what's yours?" "I...I forgot, it seems my name is Jim."
"Jim? Haha, you talk really interestingly."
The girl smiled again, innocently, like the sun today.
The girl comes to see him every day, wiping his sweat during the day and covering him with quilt at night. In this way, he survived the high fever and became energetic.
He went to a quarry to get a job, because the girl's family lived next to the quarry outside the city, and their family made tombstones for people. The girl went to school in the city every day, so he followed her silently every day, sent the girl to school, then returned to work in the quarry, and then silently picked her up from school in the evening.
The work in the quarry was extremely tiring, but he was still looked down upon. Sometimes violence doesn't just come from bullies. Indifferent expressions, sarcastic voices, and unscrupulous ridicules are all deeply hurtful violence. He is an outsider and a newcomer, and he is squeezed out by his coworkers every day.
Fortunately, there is still this girl. The girl accompanied him like an angel. They talked together during the day and sang together in the evening. She taught him the words in books and taught him magic and swordsmanship in school. Although his life was hard, he still lived happily. This feeling was like family, like a sister caring for her brother, and he once again felt the care of his family.
Time passed day by day, and more than half a year passed. He built a hut with bricks and wood outside the quarry, and began to learn to make simple furniture by himself. He thought that life would get better and better, and he would watch the girl grow up, until that day he invited the girl to his home to celebrate his housewarming.
They were very happy that night and he drank a little but not too much. The girl sang a blessing song for him. The meaning of the lyrics was that she hoped that his life would get better and better. But just when they were happiest, the house he built collapsed, and a big rock fell from the beams, hitting the girl squarely. The girl did not survive the night and died on the way to the hospital. And he...and he...
Why did the kind girl die? Why can the greedy tax collector and the devil-like aunt's family live well? He blames himself and feels guilty, but he doesn't understand. I have never done anything bad, so why do I have so many nightmare experiences? My mother was so hard-working and frugal, why could she not live a good life even until her death?
Why? Why? Why? ? ? ?
Why is God so unfair, allowing evil to go free and good people to suffer?
He asked himself this question over and over again, and asked God over and over again, why did the little girl and her mother end up like this?
Finally, he thought about it for a few days and figured it out. If God couldn't give him a fair answer, then he would stand at the top of this unfairness and get everything he wanted and his mother. And all the injustice to little girls! !
He shouted to the sky: "From today on, good Jim is dead! I want to be the worst evil person in the world, do you hear me?!!"
Dob is his mother's name. , Jessica is the little girl's name. Put these two names in reverse and spell them together - Bodokashijie! !
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(End of this chapter)