[Rebirth] King of Theater

Mr. Foreman lived a little far from the slums.

But Al first came to consider safety issues, and secondly he was reluctant to spend money, so naturally he walked all the way back.

By the time he got home, it was already dark.

But what greeted him was his mother's anger.

"Where did you go to play? Damn you!" Mrs. Sylvie asked aggressively and loudly.

She stared angrily at the elder son who ran out of nowhere for no reason as if she were an enemy, and gnashed her teeth and shouted: "You damn debt collector! What's the use of me giving birth to you? Your father is here!" The bones in the tomb are still cold, and there is no one to take care of my younger siblings. The landlord came to tell us to leave. There is no one man in the family. I have to go out with a big belly and beg him for mercy! You are good, you are good! Have the leisure to go out and have fun! Since it's the same with you or without you, when I gave birth to you on the boat, I should have lifted your feet and thrown them into the sea to feed the sharks, so as not to get angry now!"

At this time, Al's younger siblings, John and Mary, were all huddled in the corner of the room, watching this scene with horror on their faces.

Among them, John was six years old and Mary was four years old, neither of them were particularly sensible ages, so they couldn't understand why the family became like this overnight, let alone why their mother had such a terrible expression scolded big brother.

However, as the object of scolding, Al was not very sad, or he had long been numb to such things.

Even though he has gradually survived in his previous life, as a helpless orphan in his early years, it was common for him to be scolded and bullied. Moreover, those who scolded him and bullied him were not as unreasonable as Mrs. Sylvie. Scolding, on the contrary, is often malicious.

That kind of malice sometimes even comes without thinking, like a child chasing and stepping on an ant step by step; like someone who is bored, ignoring the cat's miserable howl, and ruthlessly pulling the cat's tail; like knowing that you are standing on a cliff To the side, crumbling, but trying to push you down, seeing you screaming and falling to pieces, but just clapping your hands and laughing out of fun.

Compared with these...

What is Mrs. Sylvie's seemingly vitriolic words that actually did not cause any real harm?

Therefore, Al had a miraculous tolerance and understanding for this.

Instead of rushing to refute or defend with a pale face, he waited patiently for his mother to finish speaking, and took all the negative emotions such as fear, panic, anger, worry, despair, and sadness hidden in those hurtful words into consideration. Take it all.

So come on.

Mrs. Sylvie was cursing and cursing, but she could hardly go on cursing.

After all, if two people have a conflict, you always have to come and go.

If there is always one person singing a one-man show unilaterally, even if he has the upper hand, this person will gradually lose his ability to sing.

What's more, Mrs. Sylvie also knows that the sensible eldest son has never been playful.

The accusations from the beginning to the end are all a form of anger. It is an expression of weakness when adults encounter life hardships and are unable to cope. Because they cannot solve the real problem, they bully and fear to vent their anger on their young and irresistible children.

Ventable is venting.

Some things just can't be fooled.

Therefore, facing the always calm expression of the eldest son, Mrs. Sylvie's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally, she could not say anything anymore.

Only then did Al go to the rickety little crumbling dining table with one leg in the room, and silently grabbed out of the big ill-fitting, patched coat that looked like a sack. A handful of banknotes.

"Oh, God!"

A look of horror and even terror appeared on Mrs. Sylvie's face.

She turned around sharply and ran towards the gate, first to make sure that the door was closed tightly, then checked the window quickly, and looked around uneasily like a thief, as if she thought that the shadows, beams and other unknown places were still there. As if hiding someone, at last, he turned to his elder son and asked sharply, "Where did you get the money? Did you steal it?"

Al smiled and said, "No."

Mrs. Sylvie became even more angry, and the anger was mixed with more complicated and unspeakable emotions, including surprise, bewilderment, and more fear: "Then where did you get it?"

Al didn't want to frighten her by raising interest rates.

After all, if it weren't for the experience of the previous life, who would have thought that there would be such a wonderful thing as Mr. Foreman in the world?

So, he deliberately put on an arrogant look like a man looks down on a woman, and said impatiently: "You don't understand, don't worry about it."

It would be hateful and irritating for most men to do this, but at his age, coupled with his very thin appearance, he has a bit of a child pretending to be an adult for no reason, and it is not annoying.

However, Mrs. Sylvie could not care to pay attention to these at present.

"What don't I understand? I'm your mother!" She was so angry that she raised her hand and wanted to hit the child, but she paused when she raised her hand in mid-air, staring fixedly at the money on the table, as if staring at a family life.

Yes!

How about asking the answer?

The family is like this, can the life-saving money delivered to the door be cruelly thrown away?

However, the Sylvie family has always been a very honest and good family, and has never done anything criminal.

Even if Mr. Sylvie is exhausted, he has never done a bad thing in his life.

Al looked at his mother's conflicted and struggling expression, and realized that such a vague answer was not good.

But he is too tired now, and the energy, brain, and physical energy he spent all day and night are immeasurable. He really has no energy, and he is not in the mood to make up any more words, so he can only dryly say a word of relief: "Don't worry, it's not some ill-gotten money. I didn't steal or rob it."

These words immediately rescued Mrs. Sylvie.

She may not really believe it anymore, but at least she has a fig leaf to deceive herself.

Then, Al smiled habitually, then lowered his head and continued to take out the change in handfuls.

Yes, change.

Considering that no one in my family has seen money with a face value of [-], and it is exaggerated to spend [-] face value in slums, and there is still a mother who wants to shock her ignorance, like before As imagined, show her a lot of real money... Real money is definitely hard to come by now, but fragmented banknotes are available, so as to avoid the problem of rat poison from happening again...

So, on the way back, Al deliberately exchanged all the money.

At that time, when borrowing money, he only wanted to borrow 50 yuan for emergency.

But the well-meaning patient took pity on him, and directly gave him a [-]-face bill in double.

This is naturally better.

At first glance, there is only one hundred bill, but if it is exchanged for one yuan, two yuan, or even a few cents, it will be a huge pile!

So, now Al can play as much as he wants.

He kept taking out money, but for the sake of safety, the change was hidden everywhere, so the underwear, sleeves, pants, shoes... It seemed that there was a cornucopia inside his body.

But this ridiculous scene really shocked Mrs. Sylvie.

You must know that the wages of the people at the bottom are generally low these days. For example, Mr. Sylvie, who worked hard before, because he was engaged in unskilled manual labor, when the weekly salary was high, it was only around 40 yuan. The money is often invisible, because it has to be used to pay off various debts immediately after it is issued, such as rent, utilities, grocery store bills... Therefore, the cash that can finally fall into the hands is the most when it is the most. , maybe only ten yuan.

just now……

Silence fell over the room.

Mrs. Sylvie stared blankly at this extremely unreal scene.

Even the two children, John and Mary, could not help walking around with their short legs, biting their fingers, drooling, and looking at their magical big brother who could make money in surprise.

However, after all, there was only 100 yuan, and Al quickly stopped this stupid behavior.

But in front of him, a pile of (change) money has been placed on the table.

For rich people, this is definitely a ridiculous scene.

But for poor people like the Sylvies, seeing a pile of small change may have as much impact as seeing a stack of hundred-dollar bills.

Al's expression was still very calm and he divided the money into two piles.

He pointed to the two small piles of money and said, "Mom, here is a hundred yuan...give me the 80 yuan, and I will use it as the principal to make some money. Then there is the 20 yuan, you take it and use it." , first pay our rent and heating bills in advance, and buy some food and clothing with the remaining money, don’t save, I can earn more money in the future.”

Mrs. Sylvie stared at the child in amazement, with extremely strange eyes, as if she had never seen him before.

Al wanted to show his son's love for his mother, and to impress Mrs. Sylvie's heart.

But after thinking about it, he really couldn't pretend to be a child, so he could only smile at her comfortingly: "Anyway, I'm here, and I won't let you starve and suffer from cold. Mom, don't be afraid, when Dad is gone, You and me."

Madame Sylvie gazed at the child for a long time without moving.

After a long time, she nodded and walked to the dining table silently to get the 20 yuan.

After the money matter was settled, Al finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He yawned a few times tiredly, walked dozens of kilometers on foot, his brain was constantly working, and he held on to borrow money. Although a sensible and mature soul might not think it was such a bitter and difficult thing, But the 13-year-old's fragile body has already issued a dissatisfied protest, clamoring for him to go to rest as soon as possible.

"I want to sleep for a while, Mom."

He muttered sleepily: "I'm so sleepy...so sleepy."

Then, he wobbled onto the bed like a clumsy duckling. He didn't even care to take off his shoes and socks, let alone wash up, and fell down in a daze. Ups and downs, almost as if dead.

But Mrs. Sylvie knew that this was a sign of extreme fatigue.

Mr. Sylvie, who used to work hard, was often in this state.

Former husband and current eldest son...

The figures of the two men, one big and one small, seemed to overlap at this moment.

Madame Sylvie felt sad.

The younger daughter, Mary, has always been perceptive, and perhaps at this time she noticed a slight easing of the tension in the family.

She summoned up her courage and called out timidly, "Mom, I'm hungry."

Mrs. Sylvie glanced at her, but she didn't get angry as irritablely as before. She just put her index finger to her lips and motioned her not to speak loudly: "Hey, I'll get you something to eat later, don't disturb you Brother, let him have a good rest."

Then, she walked over carefully, and gently helped her son take off his shoes, put the quilt back on, and took a hot towel to help him wipe his body to relieve fatigue, just like she did when she served her husband, Mr. Sylvie.

Younger son John and younger daughter Mary watched blankly.

They couldn't understand why the mother's moods were so volatile.

Mrs. Sylvie would not explain anything.

She supported her waist, reluctantly helped her son tidy up, and couldn't help but stood by the bed and looked at it for a while.

The death of a husband is a major event like the sky falling.

But I never dreamed that the 13-year-old son stood up and supported the sky again with his immature shoulders.

"In the future... do we really have a future?"

She quietly watched the body of her 13-year-old son who was much thinner than his peers, as well as the frown and haggard expression on his face that could not be concealed even after he fell asleep, and suddenly covered her mouth, trying not to let go There was a sound, and big and big tears rolled down his cheeks.