[Rebirth] King of Theater

Mr. Milson's behavior at that time had a profound impact on Al.

But he has no time, no time and energy to ponder and ponder...

Because winter is coming.

The child's mind is now full of thoughts: He has to pay enough for the heating bill, he needs to buy some thick winter clothes for his mother, younger siblings, he needs to hire someone to repair the leaking windows, has he run out of food at home?Buy a little even if you eat up.Also, in the coming year, my younger brother John will be sent to school when he is about the same age, so do we have to prepare for the tuition?

In addition to this, there is a more serious problem.

When exactly was Mrs. Sylvie's birth?What's up with this thing?Looking for a midwife?Sent to the hospital?Also, what about after giving birth?Milk powder, diapers, cradles...

Al silently calculated the money in his hand, and soon realized that the little money he earned before was nothing at all.

But he had a kind of tenacity in his bones, so he didn't feel discouraged, and he didn't want to blame others, so he resolutely took out all the money in his body, and once again invested in that disgraceful scalper career.

This time, in addition to the play "Mr. Pretty", he picked and bought tickets for some small performances that he had heard about in his previous life. Burlesques, piano solos and stuff.

However, in the view of Mr. Smith, who sells tickets, these performances have nothing to do with each other, and there is no way to make money by picking one out, so he judged Al's behavior as another inexplicable gamble .

For this reason, he kindly tried his best to dissuade him, trying to get the other party to stop such suicide behavior of spending money indiscriminately.

But Al didn't change his mind in the slightest.

He insisted on doing so.

Smith, who sold the tickets, thought that he had exhausted his benevolence and said no more.

But what surprised him was that although these performances were not as popular as "Pretty Mister", they did not lack audiences at all.

All the tickets Al purchased were miraculously sold before the show, and in the end, none of the tickets fell into waste paper.

Although these tickets cannot be sold at a high price like "Mr. Pretty", they can still be sold for a few dollars each.In this way, the earning is not as much as before at first glance, but it is a long way to go, adding and subtracting all the way, it is actually a considerable amount of money.

Smith, who sold the tickets, was dumbfounded: "What kind of fairy are you!"

Therefore, he looked at Al really as if he was looking at a god. When he occasionally greeted him, he couldn't help but call him "Lucky Al" from the bottom of his heart.

But Al wasn't really lucky after all.

This kind of undisguised eagerness to make money, and a little flamboyant behavior, inevitably aroused the jealousy of some fellow ticket sellers.

Al himself was not ignorant of the inappropriateness of doing so.

But forced by life, he had no choice but to take the risk.

So, on his way home one day, he was blocked in an alley as expected.

Three or four adults teamed up to bully a 13-year-old kid, threatening him to withdraw from the ticket sellers, and asking him to tell the inside information about the show's success (they don't believe in luck, Thought Al had some inside information).

Al had expected it a long time ago, without saying a word of nonsense, he simply jumped on it.

Don't look at other people's small strength, there is no way to fight, but the momentum is very tough, and they bite people like a little mad dog.One of the shorter adults was accidentally bitten by his ear, and the rest of the process was terrible, because no matter how much he kicked, hit, or pulled him, he just bit his finger ——Don’t let go!

Several adults were a little panicked.

After all, no matter how fierce he pretends to be on the surface, what kind of ruthless guy can he be who only dares to trouble children?At best, they were just huskies mixed with wolves, not to mention encountering real wolves, but now they just met a super fierce puppy, and their tail hairs would be blown out of fright.

——This is wrong!

——How is this development?

——This is different from what we thought!

——We just want to scare people, but how did you play to your life?

——Come on, can't we have a good talk and discuss it?

——Why did you see blood when you came up?How bad it is to see blood!

Apart from the above very puzzling thoughts...

The miserable scream of the bitten man who was about to cry echoed in the air: "Ear, my ear is about to be bitten off! God, pull him away, pull him away! Ahhhh, my ear Ah! My ears are going to be bitten off! I have no ears... woo woo woo!"

In short, the crisis ended in a muddle-headed fashion.

Several adults panicked and ran away as if they had seen a ghost.

Al spat out the blood foam in his mouth, and leaned against the wall for a long time, before recovering, and walked out slowly.

When he got to the entrance of the alley, he accidentally bumped into a homeless old man who was always digging through garbage dumps nearby.

The old man was still holding a torn sack in his hand at the moment, and seeing the blood on the child's lips and body at a glance, his eyes widened in horror: "God, what are you doing here?"

"It's nothing, I'm playing rats." Al said lightly.

"Rats? Are all the rats so vicious these days?" the homeless old man asked in surprise.

"Yeah! And dirty and stupid."

Al couldn't help retching a few times, frowned and said to himself, "Blood stinks."

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Mrs Sylvie was terrified.

Although she is still a little uncomfortable and confused about the matter of "the eldest son becoming the head of the family", she knows clearly in her heart that the reason why the family can be maintained safely until now is all due to It is the credit of the eldest son.

So, when she saw Al running back with blood on his body like this, her whole face turned completely white.

She rushed over to help, but couldn't find any wounds. She didn't know where to start, so she turned around anxiously, with an extremely helpless expression. As for Al's younger siblings, they also wandered around with their mother.

Al took his mother's hand and said reassuringly, "It's okay, Mom, I just fell down."

But who knows, Mrs. Sylvie sobbed again and again: "Why are you so careless? Your father said nothing, if something happens to you, how can I live! God Ah! Why do I, a poor woman, suffer this kind of torture? Instead of having to worry about it every day, I really want to die immediately."

Al patiently allowed her to vent at first...

But as soon as she heard her screaming again, the anger in my heart couldn't be held back anymore!

He worked hard to make money outside to support his family, and tried every means to make everyone's life better. For this reason, he was blocked in the alley and beaten, but in the end he only got the sentence "rather than worrying about every day, it's better to die"! !

what is this?

Is your contribution meaningless at all?

Moreover, since it is said that everyone is going to die.

Then if you still struggle and work hard all day long, the whole world will perish!

Just as he was getting more and more angry, he rolled up his sleeves and planned to jump up to argue with Mrs. Sylvie...

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

There was a moment of silence in the room.

You know, since Mr. Sylvie passed away, except for the landlord who came to collect the rent, almost no one came to the door.

Moreover, it is not midnight at this moment.

But when Al came back from get off work, coupled with a series of accidents on the road, when he actually got home, it was already completely dark.

Mrs. Sylvie couldn't help looking at the door in amazement: "How could anyone come at this time?"

Aerqiang suppressed the anger just now, and said casually: "You will know if you go and have a look."

Since the law and order in the slums was not very good, Mrs. Sylvie walked over cautiously, and first looked out through the crack of the door.

Then, she turned her head and asked very anxiously: "A boy with yellow hair, Al, is he your friend?"

"The one with yellow hair?"

Al went over to have a look, and was surprised to find that he really knew someone!

It's just not friends, but enemies.

It was the stupid thief who was arrested by the police that night.

"Is this coming to settle accounts?" Al thought with a sneer without fear.

In the past, he must have been afraid of scaring his mother, so he would just find a reason to fool her, and then go out by himself to drag her away.

But now, because of the anger just now!

A bad thought rarely came up in his mind, and he turned around and told the truth: "It's not a friend, I saw him stealing things a few days ago, so I called the police and arrested him."

Madame Sylvie gasped.

She widened her eyes, clenched her fists in anger and hatred, and hammered her son's back hard: "Damn it! You damn troublemaker! Tell me, why are you meddling in this business? They don't know what to do." Stealing your things, not recruiting or messing with you, what do you want! Look, look, it's all right now, people are coming to seek revenge!"

Al didn't resist and let her hit him to vent, but he deliberately angered her: "Mom, aren't you afraid of death? Why are you afraid of being revenged by bad guys?"

Mrs. Sylvie froze for a moment, and murmured: "You are right."

Then, under Al's bewildered gaze...

She turned around abruptly, ran towards the kitchen, and rushed back holding a large bread knife about [-] centimeters long, but her expression was still sad, and she continued to cry and complain: "My life is too bitter." It’s too hard! My husband is dead, and my son is young! Now the bad guys are bullying me to the door! What can I do? What should I do? That's it. It can be said that even the bones of our family were chopped by your father. I am so weak, I don't know if I can chop it to death. Maybe I have to chop it a few more times. This should not be something a good woman should do. Ah, it's scary to think about it. If there is a man... If there is a man, woohoo, I'm not talking nonsense! It's too difficult for this woman to live without a man, too difficult."

No!

What does this have to do with women and men?

Mom, what misconceptions do you have about men?

When my dad was around...he didn't kill people either!

The expression on Al's face was completely cracked.

The author has something to say:

New article!Everyone remember to bookmark and comment, I am usually too lazy to shout, but you all should be conscious, don't always bully me!

PS. Mrs. Sylvie is the kind of landlord who comes to collect rent. She only knows how to cry, and she dare not fight back when she is beaten or scolded.