My name is Abiao, that's what everyone calls me, but no one ever asks me my surname.
What am I? A drug dealer? A thug? A petty criminal?
My childhood consisted only of my mother; I had no father.
I've never seen my father since I can remember, and I've asked my mother out of curiosity why I don't have a father.
What did my mother say? I can't remember anymore. I only remember that she looked at me with a very complicated expression until it made me feel uneasy, and then she looked away and hugged me.
From then on, I refused to ask her about her father anymore.
My mother is a gentle woman, at least she's gentle with me!
I remember my mother being incredibly patient with me. She would always take advantage of the quiet of the day to give me patriotic education and show me documentaries about the dangers of drugs. Watching those drug addicts in the documentaries, whose families were destroyed and who looked like ghosts because of their addiction, I felt incredibly regretful when I was sober, and when the withdrawal symptoms hit, I would kneel down like a dog and beg for just one more hit...
I watched intently, and I naively asked my mother, "Mom, if drugs are so bad, why do so many people still use them?"
The mother's eyes darted around: "Because they're already addicted, they can't quit, they're living like neither humans nor ghosts."
"Is it really impossible to quit?"
"It's very difficult, extremely difficult..."
My mother always tells me that I must never touch drugs!! Drugs are the root of all evil!! Never touch them!!!
My mother planted a seed of deep hatred for drugs in my heart!
When I turned ten, I finally met my father. He was in his forties, which was a bit old compared to my mother who was just over thirty, but you could still vaguely see how handsome he was when he was young.
My mother pushed me forward and told me to call him "Dad," and I obediently called him "Dad."
The man was very happy and patted my head: "No wonder he's my son, he looks just like me!"
Upon hearing this, I carefully examined his appearance. His eyebrows and eyes did resemble his somewhat... but he looked more like my mother.
My father didn't bring my mother and me to live with him; he only came to visit us occasionally.
My mother must have been unhappy about this; I heard her arguing with my father that night.
Mom said: "I've been with you for so long, and our son is all grown up! Are you still not going to give me a proper status?!"
Dad: It's dangerous around me! This is for your own good, Mom and son!!
Mom: I'm not afraid of danger!! ...
...
They argued for a long time, and from their conversation, I finally learned that my mother was a mistress, and I was an illegitimate child. His wife and their child were killed by enemies, and that's when he remembered me, his illegitimate child, and planned to take us in. However, he didn't want to give my mother any official status...
In the end, Mom gave in, and I went back to Dad's side with her. Dad was worried about my safety, so whenever I went out, he would instruct bodyguards to protect me...
This inevitably led me to come into contact with the people around my father, and I discovered that my father was actually a drug lord, and a big one at that. My father didn't deliberately hide it from me.
After I discovered that he was a drug lord, he was just observing my reaction. Perhaps my calm demeanor pleased him, because he pulled me close and told me that he was the drug lord in the area, that I was his son, and that I would definitely inherit his "family business" in the future!
I don't know what I was thinking at the time. After thinking about it very seriously, I said, "Dad, I will definitely carry on your career!"
Dad laughed heartily and patted my head approvingly.
From then on, my dad would often take me to different places, and I would follow him attentively, watching and learning...
On the other hand, I noticed that something was wrong with my mother. She was always doing something secretly. She would sometimes stare blankly at her phone. Sometimes when my father came home and talked to me about things on the field, my mother would always act very casually... but actually she was listening very carefully to my father and me.
That night, she secretly took out her phone and sent something, and I saw it all.
Unsurprisingly, the venue was raided. People were caught red-handed conducting drug transactions there, and many were taken away...
Dad lost his temper after losing several men and came home raging. I glanced at Mom without trying to hide it; she was also incredibly composed, managing not to lose her composure in front of Dad.
From then on, whenever my mother leaked information to the outside world, I would secretly cover for her... I also began to suspect my mother's identity...
But the truth couldn't be hidden forever; Dad discovered that Mom had been sending messages to the police. By then, he had already lost several of his men...
He hung my mother up and beat her without any mercy... I was only brought to my mother when she was on the verge of death.
Dad said Mom was an undercover police officer, and that she caused him to lose several of his men; he couldn't let her live!
My dad said that as long as I kill my mom, I'll still be his good son!
Looking at my mother, who was on the verge of death, I knew that death was her only release. She was barely breathing, and she looked at me calmly before closing her eyes. I knew she was seeking relief... I took the gun from my father, aimed it at my mother, and shot her straight through the heart...
"Bang!—"
"Hahaha! You're such a good son!!" Dad patted my shoulder happily.
I stared blankly at my mother's corpse, unable even to collect her body. My hands clenched into fists beneath my sleeves... One day! One day I will make them all pay the price!
But from that day on, I stopped calling him "Dad." I told him that I would still call him "Tai Ye" like the other brothers...
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