[Rebirth] King of Theater

Although relying on the identity of the original author of the novel, he succeeded in scaring his readers to death.

But the brother's problem has not been finally resolved.

Now, Al just thinks of the little boy John and is full of anger: "This goddamn, bloody, goddamn thing!"

In his opinion, being able to go to school to acquire knowledge is a great thing that should be thankful.But this damn brat didn't know how to cherish the great opportunity he was looking for, and even made himself come to school, where the teacher told him such an unappealing nonsense!

When Al came home, the youngest brother, Antonio, was sitting on a blanket, enjoying himself with a bunch of toys.

From this point of view alone, this child is definitely the luckiest one in the family. After all, before this, his older brothers and sisters had never had such a luxury as a toy.

At the other end, Mrs. Sylvie is cooking in the kitchen, and her sister Mary is walking beside her like a little tail.

This girl was probably too hungry when she was a child.Therefore, she has a positive attitude towards everything she eats, even if she is ordered to do work by her mother, as long as the food can be placed within her sight, she will be willing and willing.Sometimes, while looking at the food, she would show the dreamy expression of the little match seller before she died, as if she had ascended to the sky. It can be said that she was very happy.

Al walked into the room, looked around, didn't see the worst brother, and asked, "Mom, where's John?"

Mrs. Sylvie poked her head out of the kitchen and replied, "John? Are you doing your homework in the house? He was very good today. He didn't go out to play after school and went to do his homework first! What a good boy. "

homework?

Are you good?Good boy?

Pooh!

That's because I was called a parent by the teacher today!

Al thought of what the teacher said, "Your brother is honest, he never disturbs others in class, he just doesn't study", and "The homework he handed in was either copied from others or written nonsense by himself", and he immediately became angry again. A little bit out.

But this kind of anger disappeared the moment he saw John.

Because the child shrunk his neck subconsciously when he saw the aggressive elder brother, curled up in the chair in front of the writing desk, his face was pale, his eyes were wide open in horror, and he showed a pitiful look like a mouse seeing a cat.

Then, Al couldn't help recalling his previous life.

The scene when I saw John for the last time in my previous life, the small, cold body was lying on the floor, motionless...

What the hell!

What is more important than being healthy and alive?

Thinking of this, Al suppressed his anger.

He walked over slowly, pulled up a chair and sat down.

"I didn't make trouble, I didn't play truant, I did my homework." John yelled guiltily.

"But you haven't studied," Al tried to tell him calmly.

"I just can't learn... Ah, are you going to hit me again?"

Tears began to roll in John's eyes, and he was almost crying: "You have no right to hit me, you have no right, you are not a father, you can't hit me."

"If I don't hit you, will you study hard?"

"You... If you don't hit me, I will."

"Tell the truth."

"...I can't learn it."

"Don't you want to study at all?"

"Do not want to."

"Well, you don't have to go tomorrow," Al announced.

John opened his eyes wide in fright, and said with a choked voice, "What are you going to do? Woohoo, are you going to kill me?"

Al was amused.

He slapped the kid on the head: "What do you do by killing you? It's no good."

"Then what are you going to do?" John asked with wide, terrified eyes.

"Of course it is..." Al grinned at him maliciously: "Of course it is taken away and sold. Do you know that there is a primitive race called cannibals? They will come to us regularly to buy some people back and throw them into the pot." Cook and eat."

"Mom! Mom!" John broke down.

He rushed to the kitchen crying, holding Mrs. Sylvie and crying loudly: "Al is going to sell me."

Laugh to death!

I'm all angry.

Of course, this behavior of scaring children may not be desirable.

After John grew up, he always complained that this incident left a strong psychological shadow on himself, causing him to worry about being abandoned all the time.

Al's response to this was: "Fuck you! I didn't really sell you, and you should be thankful."

In any case, the wicked brother was reprimanded by Mrs. Sylvie.

It just pains John that...

The next day, Mrs. Sylvie still handed herself over to the elder brother who "said he would sell herself".

Because last night, Al had a special conversation with Mrs. Sylvie, persuading her to hand John over to him.

Mrs. Sylvie didn't understand this very well, but firstly, Al was already considered the head of the family; secondly, it was natural for the eldest brother to discipline his younger brother, so she foolishly agreed.

So, Al asked John for leave, and set aside a whole day to make arrangements for this idiot brother.

He officially announced: "Since you don't want to study, then, from today on, you are responsible for earning money to support yourself."

John froze.

He couldn't help but said, "But, but... Al, I'm not ten years old yet."

"Don't worry, I will definitely arrange for you what I did before I was ten years old."

Al said naturally: "Didn't you always envy the life of not going to school? I will take you to experience it all the time."

John looked at him stupidly.

Then, Al took him to start a very busy day.

The earliest time is to deliver newspapers and milk, and after a round of delivery, we must hurry up and run to the garbage dump.

Because people usually take out the garbage when they go out early in the morning, and then come to the garbage dump to find more things.

But the competition is still very fierce. Once you go late, the good things will be picked up by others.

So, John stared blankly at his elder brother, who was usually neat and tidy, rummaging through the garbage dump very skillfully. While rummaging, he also taught him how to sort them: "I...that's what we do?"

"What do you expect? What else will you do?"

"But let's... sell theater tickets."

"Where did you get the money to buy the tickets? Do you know how to make money selling tickets for that show? Do you know the names of those plays? Can you count them all?"

Al asked relentlessly.

This time it's not that I'm playing crazy and neglecting to get dirty, it's about facing garbage!

After a few years of good life, who wants to touch it!

John stared blankly at the garbage dump, weeping unceasingly.

He was really wronged and sad in his heart, and his first reaction was to blame Al: "Why do you hate me so much? Why do you force me so much? What did I do wrong? I just don't like studying, but I don't hinder anyone. What’s the matter! Can’t I just deliver newspapers and pick up trash if I don’t go to school? Can’t I do other things?”

Al doesn't care what the kid thinks...

After picking up the rubbish, he dragged him to sell the waste products; when the waste products were sold out, he used the money from selling the waste products to buy expired bread to eat.

John couldn't eat it.

The good days of the past few years have made it difficult for him to go from extravagance to frugality.

Al still pretended that he didn't exist, and ate it all up.

Then, he tidied up his body, and mercilessly dragged the child to the next part-time job site.

It was the back kitchen of a small restaurant. Because it was just past noon, there was a stack of greasy and dirty dishes in the back kitchen that was taller than a mountain, and they were all piled up in the pool. He got a small stool and ordered John to stand on it and start washing the dishes.

John quit at first, but later, he was starving.

But Al said that if he didn't work, he wouldn't have food, so he had to do it obediently.

While washing the dishes while crying, he was unsteady in the middle and broke a few.

Al only pays attention to not letting him get hurt, and doesn't care about anything else.

After washing the dishes, there is still such a big floor to wipe...

John wiped and cried, his eyes swollen like rotten peaches.

But after cleaning the floor hungry, only the leftovers from the cold restaurant were eaten.

At this time, Al said excitedly: "I have good news for you, brother! Next, we are going to sell tickets. Didn't you really want to do this job just now? Well, I will satisfy you!"

John seemed to see the dawn of hope, and he barely lifted his spirits.

But I usually treat this as entertainment, similar to experiencing life, it's quite interesting...

However, when a person is cold and hungry, selling tickets on the street for two or three hours at a time, he still has to deal with customers haggling for half a day but not buying, and he can’t figure out the amount of money, and the more he sells, the more he loses... The smile fades away.jpg

After finally waiting for the end of the work of selling tickets, it was already dark.

John thought he could finally go home.

Al told him: "No, I also found a job. When there is no one around, I went over there and cleaned the toilet."

John: ...are you a devil.jpg!

"Al!!!!!!"

The child wailed: "I want to go to school."

"But you can't learn it."

Al was very considerate and tolerant.

"I'll work hard to learn."

"I don't really believe it. In fact, you don't have to go to school. Dear brother, I think about it, and I don't force you! Look, I made six cents a day, rounded up, um, let's just count you as one, haha, Quite capable."

"I want to go to school!" John yelled hoarsely.

"What's so good about going to school when no one else does," Al said.

"I, I... Woohoo, I'm going to school."

"Oh."

"Al..." John timidly grabbed the corner of his elder brother's clothes.

He choked with sobs: "I, I am your brother, I am your brother! I know I was wrong. "

"I don't think there is anything wrong with you."

"Al...I'm sorry woohoo!"

"A person should have the right to do what he wants and what he doesn't want to do. But the premise is that he can bear the price of doing so."

Al said to his brother: "To tell you the truth, today is just to scare you. Let's go home now, life will be exactly the same as before, and I will continue to support you because you are my brother. But as you said before I'm not your father, I'm not your father, I can support you as long as you want. Then, you have to get out of my house, don't expect me to give you another penny. Now, give me your stupid water-soaked head, Think about it carefully, what else can you do besides relying on learning to increase your ability to earn a living! I don’t expect you to learn any name, you must learn to read and count, right?”

John kept crying and crying, his small body was shaking so much that he could hardly walk.

Al watched him for a while, then finally said nothing more.

He squatted down without saying a word, picked up the little boy, and took advantage of the moonlight to walk home step by step.

John's tears hit the back of his neck in clusters, wet.

"Al!" The little brat hugged his brother's neck tightly, crying and said, "You, you speak so fiercely, but me, but I still love you."

"It's useless to say nice things."

"Really, I love you, brother, I have always loved you! I'm just, just stupid, too stupid. Do you think I will become more sensible in the future?"

"Yes."

"Al, bro... Woohoo."

"I won't sell you!"

"..."

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PS. The education method is not discussed. In fact, Al’s behavior is not particularly appropriate, but he has never raised a child before, so there is no way