[Net King] Take away my heart

Crying, crying, mother's crying, and Erina's crying.

Cries filled every corner of the room.

I don't cry because I'm a boy, and it's a shame for a boy to cry.I would only run to my mother when the infant Erina was crying and dying, and said, Mom, Erina is hungry.

My mother usually ignores me. She is either crying or in a daze. As long as she is in a daze, she will fall into her own world and can't hear anyone's words.

So I learned how to make milk for Hui Rina, carefully poured out the milk powder, carefully added water, and carefully poured it into a bottle for Hui Rina to drink.

I thought I was doing well enough, the milk powder was obviously not hot, but Erina refused to drink it, and kept crying and crying.I was a little angry and threw the bottle aside.

"That's why mom doesn't like you, because you're too loud."

That night, Erina stopped arguing, she stopped crying, and started to have a high fever.I touched her hot little body and smelled a strange smell from her crotch.

Ah, it's diapers.

No one changed Erina's diaper, and her mother always seemed to forget about it. Even though the diaper was soaked, the urine seeped into her back, became cold and gave off a foul smell, she turned a blind eye.

Just like learning to make milk powder, I began to learn to change Erina's diaper.

I had a strong premonition that night that Erina might die.

Mother fell asleep, Erina and I were the only ones in the dark baby room.I was lying in front of her crib, suddenly regretting what I said to her during the day-that's why Mom doesn't like you, because you are too noisy.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, please don't fall asleep, cry out, cry out loud.Don't die, don't leave me alone, Erina, Erina, speak up.

Holding the gradually cooling bottle in my hand, I was so tired that I fell asleep amidst the constant prayers and calls.

When she woke up the next day, Erina miraculously lost her fever.My prayers had an effect, Huili Naiken drank milk, and her body temperature returned to normal.

At that moment, I began to believe that Erina must be an angel sent by the gods to accompany me.Because she is an angel, so the gods can hear my call and refuse to let her die, it must be like this.

Looking at Erina, who was smiling innocently at me in her infancy, I suddenly felt a kind of destiny.In this world, I seem to be Erina's only relative, and Erina is also my only relative.We are connected by blood and depend on each other for life.

Everything else is fake.

Hui Rina still had the habit of wetting the bed until she was nine years old, because her mother never let her go to the toilet too many times since she was a child, and ordered her to hold back, and she could only go to the toilet at the prescribed time.

Due to malnutrition, Erina has always been very thin.When others asked, my mother would say it was because "this child is a picky eater and doesn't like to eat", but I knew it was not like that.

I am six years older than Erina, and I know how to take care of myself.If I am hungry, I will take my pocket money to buy food. If I am not feeling well, I will go to the school health doctor.But Hui Rina is different, she is too young, if her mother forgets to cook for her, she will only be hungry.If she is unwell, she can only curl up on the bed and sleep alone, because her mother will not think of taking care of her.

The only time Mom would think about Erina was when she was cleaning the sheets.

"Did you wet the bed again? Did you do it right? Why do you always do bad things? Why do you always disobey your mother? Do you know how tiring it is for mother to wash these things? Not only is it useless, but also Just giving me trouble—don't cry! Bad boy!"

Erina would be beaten by her mother whenever she wet the bed. She cried and whispered sorry, but her mother would still beat her.

"Why you just can't get rid of bad habits, bad boy, bad boy, bad boy who does all kinds of bad things—"

Her mother's harsh beatings made Erina's bedwetting more frequent.

One late night, when my mother and I were already asleep, Erina came to my room lightly holding her own bed sheet.

"Brother, brother, I wet the bed again...what should I do..."

Erina shook me awake, she was terrified, standing there shivering with her arms around the sheets.

As soon as you wet the bed, you will be beaten, this is the law.But the more she was afraid of being beaten by her mother, the more Erina couldn't control herself.She looked at me with tears in her eyes and sent a signal for help.

"Shh."

I got out of bed, motioned her to whisper, and dragged her out of the room, sneaking outside.

Walking out of the house, the cold wind is biting.I threw Erina's wet sheet into the trash can by the door, and quickly led her back into the house.

"In the morning, the garbage collector will come to take away the things in that bucket. Tomorrow, when my mother is not paying attention, I will find a clean sheet and change it, so I won't be found."

"But... there is no bed sheet, Erina can't sleep..."

"Sleep here with brother for now."

Lifting the quilt, the thin Erina got in.

"My brother's bed is so warm."

Perhaps it was because I was by my side that Erina didn't wet the bed that day.Since then, Erina never wets the bed as long as she sleeps with me.

Erina and I were born into wealthy families.My father is a lawyer and is very profitable. His salary alone can fully support the whole family. Therefore, my mother has never worried about work and livelihood.

My mother is very good at cooking. Once upon a time when this home was still in the form of a home, I also had memories of eating my mother's handmade dishes with my father and exuding happiness.

After my father stopped coming home, my mother seldom cooked delicious food anymore.But occasionally, when she thinks of me, she will say to me, "Ah, today is Hiroshi's birthday... Mom must make something delicious", and then she will go out to buy a bunch of vegetables and come back. Cook for me on my birthday.

I quietly stood outside the kitchen and watched my mother, a pile of vegetables and seasonings in plastic bags were just put aside by the stove and ignored.Mother turned on the gas stove, put a pot on it, poured water into it, and just watched it burn.

A few minutes passed, the water was already boiling, and my mother woke up from the daze as if suddenly remembering something.She took out a kitchen knife from the cabinet and looked blankly for something that could be cut by it. After turning left and right twice, she saw the vegetables on the stove.

Without cleaning, my mother just took the vegetables out of the plastic bag and started cutting them.At that time, my mother may not even know what to cook, or she has simply forgotten to cook for me, just because she has a kitchen knife in her hand, just because she is standing in the kitchen, so she has to do it something.

Halfway through the cut, the mother stopped.

She raised her head slowly, then lowered her head slowly, as if she didn't understand why she was here.For about tens of seconds, my mother stared at the kitchen knife in her hand without moving.

Boiling water began to overflow from the pot, and an inexplicable sense of foreboding came over me.

I went into the kitchen and came to my mother.My mother was completely unaware of my existence. She didn't look at me dully until I turned off the gas stove and took the kitchen knife from her hand.

"Give it to me, I'll do it."

After taking the kitchen knife, I started to cut vegetables instead of my mother.

My mother didn't say anything, she stood aside and looked at me, and she didn't say a word from the beginning to the end.

The dishes cut by my mother are of different sizes and shapes. This is not the same mother who was able to cook delicious dishes a long time ago.

I was cutting vegetables, and suddenly felt an indescribable sadness.My mother may have forgotten how to cook, and maybe she will never make those tastes that I miss, but I still have to work hard to restore her taste.

Because I am her son.

Because my mother's blood is flowing in my body, I must also have the ability to cook delicious meals.

Because I want Erina to know that we are not orphans abandoned by our parents, this family and this world.

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