Silent Confession

Zhou Muhui thought that he would be free, following her death.

But actually no.

He would still be dazed from time to time, subconsciously looking for her.

In fact, there didn't seem to be much emotional connection between them. When he was just released from prison, he was even a stranger to this mother.

They only met a few times in the seven years. She came here frequently at the beginning, but then less frequently, from once a few months, to once every six months, once a year, and in the last few years, Zhou Mu came back many times. , Only to find that she really only came once.

Maybe he hates him, Zhou Muhui thought with his head down.

Anyway, since she was a child, she never cared much about Zhou Muhui.

Zhou Muhui didn't want to see her that much either, he kept saying this to himself, but when he really saw her hunched over at the prison gate, his heart still trembled.

Looking back on Zhou Mu, it seemed that it was only three years since they had seen each other, why did they age so much all of a sudden.

She lost the timidity of the past, and staggered over to see him, but she didn't say a word, but she opened her mouth to cry.Zhou Mu thought back then, maybe his plans were going to be messed up, maybe he could still have a family.

And the only family.

He was born in an ordinary family, so ordinary that beating, scolding and scolding were just commonplace. When he was a child, it was his mother who was beaten, and when he grew up, it was himself. Zhou Muhui didn't think about why, but kept silent and then silent, and then resisted.

repressed.

After all, his mother refused to divorce that man.

Like the epitome of countless repressed women, he will only tell him to be good and not to make his father angry.

Zhou Muhui looked at her calmly, then lay back on the bed silently.

He was studying, and as soon as he finished the third page of the homework in the textbook, his father returned home smelling of alcohol, dropped the bottle in the living room, and cursed loudly. Zhou Muhui heard his mother who had been hiding He ran out again, like a shivering rabbit under an eagle, approached fearfully, and was severely whipped again.

Then Zhou Mu returned and opened the door.

Zhou Muhui was sober, if he didn't share the burden for her, the man might even beat her to death.

After all, she was almost strangled to death by the other party last time.

So Zhou Mu came back with injuries all over his body.

His back was torn apart by the broken beer bottle, he lay on the ground, almost unconscious, but the other party still didn't let go, Zhou Muhui heard his mother crying, but she couldn't do anything, they couldn't beat him.

Zhou Muhui is only 13 years old, and he is still unable to fight against adults who are in their prime.

She cried with shaking hands, moved Zhou Muhui to the bed with great difficulty, and then cleaned him up, but she only gave him some ordinary anti-inflammatory drugs.

She didn't dare to take Zhou Mu back to the hospital, because those doctors would call the police for them, and then the police would give them a symbolic warning, and his physical father would be very talkative, saying that he just lost his temper temporarily, and he must pay attention in the future.

Then when the door was closed, he suddenly lowered his face, lifted the stool beside him and threw it at Zhou Muhui.

His mother, timid and cowering, did not have the guts to agree to call the police.

Only Zhou Twilight will return to the meeting.

When I was a child, I knew to go to the police, install a surveillance camera when he was not at home, and record the threatening and terrifying things he said.

To arrest his father.

Then the mother, who was occasionally treated kindly, confessed everything.

She is a cowardly and kind person who can be moved by a little sugar. Zhou Muhui often has to endure the madness of his biological father and avoid the betrayal of his own mother.

Although the man called it the act of a white-eyed wolf.

But Zhou Muhui didn't care.

Fortunately, things got better later on. Although Zhou Muhui didn't like him, he was grateful that he didn't make himself a dwarf at least.

So Zhou Muhui was finally able to resist, pressed him to the ground, took his usual wine bottle, smashed it open next to his head, and then

Pointing at him sharply, said calmly, "Don't hit my mother again."

The authority of adults cannot be challenged, but 16-year-old Zhou Muhui doesn't understand.

They are cunning and slick, and their ups and downs in society have made them extremely sophisticated, talking about people and talking nonsense when they see people.

Zhou Muhui is rarely beaten again, but his mother won't.

The man's anger was transferred to the woman. During the days when Zhou Mu was not at home, he vented his jealousy of being oppressed by an underage son.

And his mother, for some unknown reason, never mentioned it to Zhou Muhui.

His father was a handsome man on the outside, and few people would notice the ferociousness under his mask. The door of the house was like a boundary. He pretended to be a man outside and made a ghost at home.

So later, when Zhou Muhui accidentally killed him, many people did not believe that he would be domestic violence.

"Then why didn't you call the police?"

they asked.

Zhou Mu looked down at the shackles on his hands, and didn't speak for a long time.

His confession and past report records have been reviewed countless times, but they still ask this question, probably because they don't believe him in essence, so they have to find an excuse for his dead father over and over again.

Zhou Muhui was sentenced to eight years in prison. When it was announced in court, his mother even collapsed on the spot. Her weeping was so terrific. Crack Lung is screaming.

"He's talented, he's talented!"

Maybe I regret it.

Zhou Mu thought back, because he had never heard her cry like this.

But it was too late, Zhou Muhui heard the door was slammed shut behind him, thinking to himself, it was too late to regret.

It's not that he wasn't angry with her.

Angry at her for being too cowardly and stubborn, for the joy of the few years when she was young, she clings to it, never caring about Zhou Muhui who is still young.

When Zhou Muhui was young, he would be whimsical, imagining that he could fly, and would fly away from home with her, far away from that person, and he would go to school, study hard, and find a good job in the future .

But when he could really fly, he realized that she didn't want to go with him.

So Zhou Muhui was like a bird that couldn't escape, and was completely trapped here before he became an adult.

"Zhou Mu back..."

Xin Yi called him in a low voice, and patted his back lightly.

Xin Yi's hand was very soft, and when stroking Zhou Mu's back often made him dizzy, Zhou Mu hummed back, but didn't get up from his shoulder.

"Let's go home." Xin Yi said, "The sun is too big."

Zhou Mu looked back at the shade behind him, paused, and slowly stood up straight.

He led Xin Yi down the mountain, Xin Yi was very quiet, leaning on him obediently all the time, he still had an empty basket in his arms, and he had just delivered her the gift he carefully prepared for her.

It's a sweater that Xin Yi knitted by herself.

Xin Yi didn't wear her seat belt when she got in the car, and when Zhou Mu sat back in the driver's seat, she also sat up on her knees and called him seriously.

"Zhou Mu back."

Zhou Mu turned to look at him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xin Yi seemed a little shy when he looked at him. Zhou Mu looked back at him and curled up his hands hanging aside secretly. He sighed inwardly, reached out to touch Xin Yi's face, and told him, "Sit down."

Xin Yi didn't move, and held his hand in this posture, and then moved forward while he was in a daze.

"how--"

The voice stopped abruptly, and there was a softness on the lips.

Xin Yi's breathing was very light, as if she was desperately restraining herself, Zhou Mu frowned when it caught Zhou Mu's lips.

Xin Yi was licking him.

Like a cat, the wet tongue swirled along the seam of his lips, Zhou Muhui was wetted by him, and looked down at the child in front of him.

Too timid, both hands were on his shoulders, but his eyes were wide open, looking at him anxiously.

Obviously he was about to lose control of his breathing, he pounced on him sometimes heavy and sometimes lightly, but he still didn't dare to use force, and he didn't dare to ask Zhou Mu to come back. He just let out a murmur or two that he didn't even notice.

Zhou Mu sighed again in his heart, put his palms on the back of his waist, and pressed him to himself.

"stupid."

Zhou Mu replied in a low voice, and gently put the tip of his tongue in which he had been messing around for a long time.

Xin Yi led Zhou Mu back home. It was almost noon and they hadn't eaten yet. Zhou Mu was just going to the kitchen when she was stopped by Xin Yi.

"Go take a shower first." Xin Yi pushed him, "Do it after you take a shower."

Zhou Mu responded, then turned and went into the bathroom.

Seeing that the door not far away was closed, Xin Yi breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the cat that surrounded him for a long time, and sneaked towards the kitchen.

Xin Yi doesn't know how to cook, but he still knows the recipe. Twenty minutes may not be long, but it's enough for him to make a bowl of noodles.

He didn't dare to put too many things, so he hurriedly took them out according to the time. It happened that Zhou Mu came back and frowned when he saw his back turned to him.

"Xinyi?"

Zhou Muhui couldn't see his movements, but it was too obvious that the child was hunched over, and it was obvious that he was doing something bad.

"…what?"

Xin Yi was taken aback, seeing him, she quickly shook her head and smiled at him.

"Zhou Muhui, come quickly!"

Xin Yi didn't know if she was talented or not, because Zhou Muhui ate up all the noodles in the end, and Xin Yi lay on the opposite side looking at him, pursing her lips and smiling.

"Is it tasty?"

Xin Yi asked him shyly.

Zhou Mu nodded back, "It's delicious."

The cat on Xin Yi's lap moved, pulled its head out of his arms, and lay down on the table with him, looking at Zhou Muhui eagerly.

"Don't lie to me." Xin Yi blinked and whispered, "If it doesn't taste good, don't hold back."

Zhou Muhui handed the last bite of egg to his lips and said, "No."

Xin Yi tasted it, but couldn't help laughing.

"good to eat."

He lay on the table and tilted his head to look at Zhou Muhui. The cat swirled around his neck and wrapped him softly.

"Aren't you hungry?" Zhou Mu asked him back.

Xin Yi shook her head, pulled his hand slimyly, and whispered, "I'm not hungry."

It was a bit difficult for him to sit opposite, and Zhou Muhui was also pulled by him and couldn't move, so Xin Yi let go again, stretched out her leg from under the table, and hooked it on his thigh.

"..."

"I want to rely on you."

Xin Yi was unreasonable, put her other leg on it, buried her face in her arm, and looked at him playfully.

Zhou Muhui paused for a moment, Xin Yi thought he was going to be accused again, but Zhou Muhui just looked at him, and then moved his legs up.

Xin Yi stepped on his lower abdomen, seeing that he really didn't move, she raised her head curiously.

He wanted to make Zhou Muhui laugh, or make Zhou Muhui angry, no matter what, so that Zhou Muhui wouldn't think about those sad things all the time, but why Zhou Muhui always used to him, his temper didn't matter at all. No.

Xin Yi's feet moved slightly, and he stomped on him with his toes. The cat whined in his arms. Seeing that Xin Yi ignored it, it crawled down his arm and landed on Xin Yi's lap.

"Eh--!!"

Xin Yi was knocked down.

The legs also fell off Zhou Muhui's body.

Zhou Mu paused, and frowned at the child lying on the table.

Seeing his expression, Xin Yi smiled at him a little embarrassedly, and complained in a low voice, "Maomao is too bad..."

"Meow-!"

The cat jumped on Zhou Muhui's lap and complained to Zhou Muhui.

"..."

Xin Yi stopped talking, deflated

mouth under the table to catch his cat.

But Zhou Mu hit her back full of arms.

The cat was forgotten by them, it jumped on the table and screamed, Xin Yi stared blankly at Zhou Muhui who also squatted down, and asked him, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Muhui didn't speak, just looked at him quietly, then leaned over under the cover of the darkness, and kissed him silently.