[Rebirth] King of Theater

Mr. Sylvie is dead.

He and his wife are immigrants. They have no relatives in this country and can only work hard on their own. Therefore, he has always been like an old scalper, silently carrying the burden of the family on his shoulders, starting from opening his eyes every day, Just non-stop, diligent, hard-working, exhausted, buried his head and worked hard without saying a word.Finally, after working continuously day and night for nearly ten days, I suddenly fell down and got a complete relief from then on!

Mrs. Sylvie, who was still pregnant, was almost overwhelmed by this great misfortune.

She looked helpless and helpless, relying on the kindness of her neighbors to help her manage a simple funeral for her dead husband.When everything was over, she had a big belly, dragged her children, and walked home crying, thinking painfully all the way, whether she should just take the children and throw herself into the river together.

The death of the head of the family deprived this poor family of their main source of income.

Without the main source of income, it means that life will be difficult in the future.

At this time, it was approaching September, and they had no money to buy thick coats, so they only wore thin single clothes.

Although the current outdoor temperature is still within a tolerable range, as long as she thinks about the coming harsh winter and the unborn child in her stomach, Mrs. Sylvie would like to die to avoid torture.

At that time, welfare institutions were not yet popular.

Occasionally, some rich people do charity, but it is also a small-scale behavior that does not pay for it.

Therefore, Mrs. Sylvie, who is uneducated and a bit stupid, has always regarded her husband as the god when she married, and is completely convinced and dependent on her husband. After losing her husband, the only thought in her mind is to kill the child and then commit suicide. From then on, the whole family is neat and tidy, but there is no better way to think of it.

"Don't be afraid, Mom."

After returning home, the eldest son Al stepped forward bravely.

The child's full name is Alfred Sylvie, and he is only 13 years old this year.

But in the face of a major crisis in the family, he still stretched out his two little arms bravely, trying to replace his father's role sensibly and become a new support for his mother: "You still have me, Mom, I will find a way in the future... ..."

But Madame Sylvie did not appreciate it.

While crying, she raised her arms and gave the child a slap, she yelled out of control: "You can only say some useless sarcastic remarks, without your father, me and you, and those little brats, What will we live on in the future? We won’t be able to survive anymore, we’ll starve to death, freeze to death! The landlord will drive us all to the street, we won’t be able to survive..."

13-year-old Al was born prematurely. He was weak and sick since he was a child. He sensiblely fed some packs of expired milk powder to his younger brother and sister.And himself, hungry and weak.The mother's angry slap didn't have much strength, but it was like the last straw that broke the camel's back. It knocked him to the ground at once, his eyes darkened, and he passed out.

Mrs Sylvie was startled.

It's not that she doesn't love her children, it's just that it's not popular to spoil children these days, let alone corporal punishment and domestic violence. In addition, children from poor families are always born in one litter, and if there are too many children, they will be born. If I can't take care of it, raising children will naturally become casual. They are free-range all day long, and they grow up everyday. Therefore, a slap in the face is not taken seriously at all. I didn't expect to knock the child unconscious, and I was stunned for a while. up.

She wanted to go over and have a look...

But after thinking about it, the cruel husband just left them and left, and the family was impoverished. In the days to come, I will be a miserable woman with a child who I don't know if I can give birth, and these three prostitutes by my side lecythus.How to survive in this cruel world in the future?This is simply an impossible task.

Since it is impossible to complete, in nine out of ten we still have to choose the dead end of 'the whole family is neat and tidy'.

In this way, it seems that early death and late death are the same, maybe dying early is to enjoy the blessing.

Thinking of this, she no longer worried about whether her eldest son was injured, but just sat down on the ground and cried in despair.

Al's younger brother and younger sister were stunned by this scene and didn't know what happened. When they saw their mother crying, they followed suit and wailed.

So, in such a deafening cry...

Al, who had just passed out, slowly opened his eyes.

He looked around in a strange and confused manner: "Where is this? The plane has arrived? Is it time to board?"

Mrs. Sylvie stopped crying for three seconds and looked up.

Facing the eldest son with a sluggish face and a mouth full of nonsense, she immediately broke out into louder cries from grief, crying in a mess: "My life is so miserable... so my life is so miserable, my husband just died , My son was beaten stupid by me again! How can I live! How can I live!"

At this moment, Al's face was all wooden.

The familiar howling and the extremely unreliable scene finally evoke long-lasting memories.

A mother who only cries and complains about the injustice of fate, but never tries to improve;

The idiot brother John who was crying with tears and snot all over his face;

While crying with Gan Dalei Buyu, he also grabbed the foodie sister Mary who stuffed the bugs on the ground into her mouth.

stop!

Don't think about it.

Al suddenly realized: "I was reborn to be 13 years old."

But the next moment, instead of being ecstatic, she frowned.

Maybe there are many people in the world who want a chance to be born again.

But definitely, definitely, definitely not Al among those people.

Because his early life experience is really hard to describe.

It can be said that from the day he can remember, this child has been living in an extremely poor environment, and even the air he breathes is filled with a kind of breath called "stretch". You have to worry about money all the time. Other people's life may be called life, but his life should be called survival.

In fact, the time when my father was alive was barely considered good.

Although Mr. Sylvie is not a very capable man, he is honest, responsible and caring for his family. Even if he is too tired to stand up straight, he never complains, let alone complains at home. He just does his best to support his family make ends meet.

But such a good man died young, leaving only orphans and widows.

As a result, Ding Al, the oldest man in the family, had to take the initiative to stand up, learn to be like his father, and carry the family on his back, trying to become the new support of his mother and younger brothers and sisters.

This is nothing at all, Al did do this before his rebirth.

He dropped out of school and stayed at home to sell newspapers, deliver parcels, pick up garbage, and even went to the pier to work as a porter, doing all kinds of odd jobs, working hard like his father, full of confidence I really want to support this family with my immature shoulders...

But unexpectedly, his mother, Mrs. Sylvie, didn't take him seriously.

She didn't believe that a 13-year-old child could take the place of her husband and maintain the family, and...it was too hard to live.

So, after two months of struggling, the temperature began to drop sharply.

When Al was still racking his brains to figure out how to earn some heating bills, Mrs. Sylvie committed suicide by taking rat poison with her younger siblings while her eldest son was not at home. , before he died, he thoughtfully left a copy for the eldest son on the table.

Al, who returned home happily: ...

Where is my mother?Where is my brother?Where is my sister?What about my big family?

of course!

Anyway, this is all before rebirth.

Today, although Al, who has returned to the age of 13, has too much dissatisfaction with the rebirth, he certainly cannot watch his mother and younger siblings die again. He cannot escape, but can only face it.

He had to temporarily ignore such an unscientific thing as rebirth, patiently, and re-examine the horrible reality in front of him, while silently thinking in his heart: "Next... what the hell should I do to make the How about my dear mother, Mrs. Sylvie, with a brain the size of a walnut, giving up what she believes to be the ultimate magic weapon—rat poison that can kill the whole family?"