Queen Revenge

I followed Martin Mo into a cab, nearly forty minutes later, the car stopped in the city center village, I followed Martin Mo off again and walked down the narrow alley.

Here live people from all over the country, in order to make a living, for the sake of the elderly and children, they left their homes, speak unaccustomed Mandarin, eat unappetizing food, deal with neighbors, do not dare to offend anyone, and live cautiously.

There is no such thing as comfort in this world, except that someone else carries the weight for you.

There is no place for the body in your hometown, and there is no place for the soul in your home country.

After walking for about ten minutes, Martin Mo took me into the silo, he stood in front of the old wooden door and said in a heavy tone, “Alva, if you regret it, it’s not too late to leave.”

I listened to this with a cloud of confusion.

What in this silo would I regret?

He glanced at me and I didn’t say anything before he took out his key and unlocked the door.

The moment the door was pushed open, a musty smell hit my nose, which was mixed with the smell of shit and urine, as well as the strong smell of medicine, which was so unpleasant that one could not help but vomit.

I was puzzled, Martin Mo had already walked in, the narrow room, the door side piled up with bottles of medicine, Martin Mo as if he could not smell the smell at all, straight to the middle of the narrow room placed in the middle of the wooden bed, there is a person lying on the bed, the light in the room is dim, I can’t see his appearance, I can only see that his hands are entangled with gauze, closed eyes, if not the chest rise and fall, he is more like a dead man.

Martin Mo looked at the man, and walked towards the window again, pulling the curtains open, the light penetrated, illuminating the narrow hut, and the man on the bed was also stabbed by the light, his eyebrows subconsciously tightened, and his eyes closed tighter.

“Who is he?”

The man didn’t wake up, I didn’t dare to be too loud, and asked Martin Mo in a low voice.

Martin Mo walked towards the man, gently patted the man’s shoulder, and whispered, “Dad, I bought you breakfast back.”

The sound of “Dad” shocked me.

How could this be Elder Mo.

No, no, Old Man Mo is not Martin Mo’s father, his real father is Old Man Mo’s twin brother, who died in a car accident years ago.

Martin Mo can’t just call someone else’s dad.

I approached to take a closer look at the man on the bed, his features are still really similar to Old Master Mo, only it looks paler and thinner, thin and almost out of shape.

The man slowly opened his eyes when he heard Martin Mo’s voice, seeing Martin Mo, the man’s eyes were full of joy, ah ah ah sounds came out of his throat, and his hands gestured.

Again I was shocked, he was mute?

Because Fiona Croix used to be a mute and I can read sign language, the man had just gestured Martin Mo’s name and he asked Martin Mo where he had been last night.

Martin Mo held the man’s hand, helped his legs to sit up, and carefully took a pillow for his back.

Martin Mo did not dare to tell the truth, lied and said, “Last night with colleagues a few get-togethers drinking, drunk, fell asleep in the home of colleagues.”

I looked at Martin Mo, who didn’t dare to say that he spent last night at the police station.

The man did not doubt, nodded, and coughed several times in a row, his breath was rapid, Martin Mo rushed to smooth his back, and when he felt better, he picked up the Miley porridge bought from the breakfast store and fed it himself.

Martin Mo scooped a small spoon into the man’s mouth, the man chewed in his mouth half a day, did not swallow much at all, almost all overflowed from the corners of the mouth.

Martin Mo fed the man a small bowl of congee for more than half an hour, and it was the first time I had ever seen him so patient.Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

I stood still and just watched Martin Mo feed him, the smell in the room seemed to be used to it, it didn’t feel bad at all, just the shock in my heart never diminished.

The man saw me and raised his hand to point at me, asking Martin Mo with his eyes who I was.

Martin Mo did not turn around and said, “A friend.”

The man smiled at me, that smile full of goodwill, let people look at the heart especially comfortable, like the spring sun as warm.

I quickly greeted, “Hello uncle.”

It was then that I realized that the man was not only mute, but also had no palms on either hand.

After feeding him, Martin Mo helped him to lie down and go back to sleep. After that, Martin Mo cleaned up the house and poured out his urine and feces for him, I could not believe that Martin Mo would do all these things, he is a person with serious cleanliness fetish.

After all this, Martin Mo’s eyes signaled me to go out, he gently brought the door closed, walked to the aisle and lit a cigarette, like a sick gentleman, inhaled a few deep puffs, propped up on the railing with one hand, and exhaled heavily, the wind blew, the smoke dispersed without a trace.

“What, what the hell is going on?” I hesitated for a long time before I opened my mouth to ask the question in my mind, “Didn’t your father die in a car accident years ago?”

Martin Mo gave me a sideways glance, a sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth, “He told you that?”

By he here, we both knew that we were referring to Old Man Mo.

I nodded, “Well, Uncle Mo told me that you were the son of his twin brother, and because he had no children at his knee, he got you back, Martin Mo, now what the hell is this, is that really your dad in there?”

It was actually a bit of a redundant question to ask.

The person lying inside is too similar to Elder Mo, and Martin Mo opened his mouth to call him dad, so how could it not be.

Martin Mo took another drag and exhaled a long, cloudy breath, “Yes, he’s my dad, after the car accident, he became what he is now, the lower half of his body is paralyzed, mute, his hands are gone, he’s become a complete invalid.”

I couldn’t imagine what he had gone through to live such a wretched life.

Martin Mo was succinct, but shocking.

“How did you find him? Didn’t you say after the car accident …,” I swallowed back the latter words and said, “Why doesn’t your dad go back to THE Mo family now that he’s in this state?”

I wondered why the Mo family said the man was gone, but the man was alive.

“He doesn’t want to.” Martin Mo said, “A year ago, a man found me, said my father was someone else, I didn’t believe him, the man took me to see my father, at that time, he was begging in the park, all these years, he was begging for a living, if he didn’t have fewer days left, he wouldn’t have entrusted someone to find me.”

Martin Mo stopped, he looked into the distance and said, “Alva, I wasn’t meant to be a young lord, I’m just an ordinary person, you’re right, everyone has their own responsibilities, my dad is my responsibility, I just want to be with him like this for the last part of his life, other than that I don’t think about anything, and you don’t tell anyone that I’m here either. ”

Taking care of your own father and going back to THE Mo family, that’s a total non-conflict ah.

“Martin Mo, you …”

“I hate the Mo family,” Martin Mo interrupted me, he seemed to be able to see through what I was thinking, “If it wasn’t for the Mo family people believing in some bullshit superstition, my dad wouldn’t have been stranded out there and suffered like this, and since they’ve disowned my dad, it’s only natural for me to go with the Mo family. Since they don’t recognize my father, I naturally have nothing to do with the Mo family.”

I saw a strong hatred in Martin Mo’s eyes.

He blamed THE Mo family.

I was speechless for a moment.

He said, “You go back.”

I looked at Martin Mo and always felt that he hadn’t finished his sentence, that his hatred for the Mo family was a bit far-fetched, and that the Mo family’s grudges were not something that I, as an outsider, could ask about, and if Martin Mo didn’t say anything about it, I didn’t ask about it either.

His real father is lying there like an invalid, and his days are numbered, he is not in the mood to say anything else.

Knowing that Martin Mo is alive and well, there are some things that I shouldn’t ask too detailed.

People, they always have to learn to be a bit confused.

“Call me if you need anything, I’ll go back first.”

“Uh-huh.” He just answered softly without looking back at me.

When I left, I passed by the rented room where Martin Mo lived, and through the window, I saw his father still lying on the bed, as if he would leave this world at any time.

Martin Mo only wanted to accompany him on his last journey, so naturally I couldn’t force him to do so.

Back to the Hill family, Jane Hasis nagged: “Alva, why didn’t you come back all night, called your phone off the hook, I thought you had an accident, worried me to death, are you all right, why do you look so haggard, how is your leg, is it recurring, I’ll have Mr. Huang take a look at it again.”

I used to hate Jane Hasis for being so cruel to me, now that she cares about me and nags me like a normal mom, I feel a little annoyed, except that this annoyance is also happiness.

“Leg’s fine, I walked too much last night, mom, I’m sleepy, I want to take a nap.”

“Your dad called the house to ask you to go to the office …” Jane Hasis said and added, “Forget it, look at how sleepy you are, you’d better go and sleep for a while and talk about it later. ”

“Uh-huh.”

Because of Martin Mo’s matter, I was also a little distracted, and did not pursue Jane HasisFrank Hill looking for me what.

I went to my room to rest and slept until three in the afternoon.

Frank Hill called again to urge that I must go to the office.

I changed my clothes and ate something before going.

When I arrived at the office, I pushed open the office, but I didn’t see Frank Hill.

When I saw Hill, I thought of Martin Mo.

Hill Yi looked at me and opened her mouth to say, “I’m looking for you for something, about South City.”