The outward kindness only lasted for a few days before Lin Meilan's true colors were revealed.
She knew what he meant and either beat or scolded him, saying that he was too taciturn, just like his dead father, and that he ate too much.
She gave the compensation money from her father to Baldy to pay off his gambling debts. The two lived a carefree life for a while, but Baldy lost again and fell back into poverty. Then Fang Zhiyi's life became even more difficult. Not only could he not go to school, but he also had to do housework and be a punching bag for his mother and her boyfriend.
When the bald man came back from losing money and saw Fang Zhiyi's face, he became furious and started to beat him up while calling him unlucky. His mother sat by and watched with a calm expression on her face.
Fang Zhiyi was frightened by the beating and wanted to run away, but as a child unfamiliar with the city, he was quickly caught and taken back. He was then severely beaten. Baldy even burned him with a cigarette butt, leaving more than a dozen scars on his body. Lin Meilan chimed in, "He's learned bad things from his damn father! He won't listen unless he's beaten!"
That was when the first snow fell in winter. He accidentally broke the bald man's bottle of wine while packing up, so the bald man dragged him to the balcony and beat him up. After that, he was left to reflect on his behavior on the balcony alone, while his mother just came over and closed the curtains.
After the night passed, Fang Zhiyi died on the balcony.
When he died, he was just skin and bones, with scars all over his body.
"It's as difficult as hell..." Fang Zhiyi looked down at his frail body, then at Xiao Hei, who was known as a waste.
"Why are you looking at me?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "Let me think about it."
This thought lasted for an hour, and then there was the noisy voice of people.
"Fang Zhiyi, your father is dead!" the village party secretary said in a loud voice.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him. This guy is really...good at talking.
So he followed them blankly to deal with the funeral affairs. It was not until the funeral that Fang Zhiyi saw a person in the distance.
At this time, the village party secretary went to discuss compensation on their behalf, and those relatives had not yet shown their fangs.
Fang Zhiyi also had an idea in his mind.
As soon as his father was buried, Fang Zhiyi left the crowd.
"Hey? Where is Fang Zhiyi?" The uncle was the first person to discover that Fang Zhiyi had disappeared. He had heard these days that there would be compensation for local deaths, but he didn't know how much, so he was calculating it.
"I don't know." Auntie San snorted, "What an ungrateful little bastard! He's already running around everywhere right after his dad died!"
The uncle took one look at her and listed the third brother's family as competitors in his mind.
In the dilapidated temple at the end of the village, Zhao Yumei lit a stick of incense while muttering to herself.
"You are at least my flesh and blood, but you died before me, you unfilial bastard." She casually put the incense in the corner.
The temple door was suddenly pushed open, and the light coming in made Zhao Yumei squint, and then she saw a small figure.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
