Chapter 318: Make up for the past and now

12 month 28 day.

Four o'clock in the morning.

Refining is not only something that can allow the Philosopher's Blade to store sword energy, but also can slightly extend Su Ming's ability to be a true man for three minutes.

The bald man couldn't solve the problem with one move, but the woman in leather jacket could.

Su Ming didn't know whether the Blade of Philosophy was due to the woman's excessive magic power or some other reason... the resulting halo was more than ten meters long.

The bald man, who didn't feel any pain after being hit before, finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"How on earth do you know my moves?"

"..."

Of course, Su Ming also felt that the reason he didn’t win the last time was because he didn’t use the save file enough.

Now it seems that what I thought was right.

The bald man couldn't stand the protracted battle either, and the fire in his body became less and less.

As for the saint who would appear no matter how many times the game was reloaded, Su Ming had already predicted it in advance and kicked her back into the house.

That's just an ordinary person.

Ordinary...want to do something meaningless.

12 month 28 day.

Five o'clock in the morning.

Su Ming won, and the light of the Philosopher's Blade dimmed to the extreme. He could only support himself with his hands.

"Mr. Ming..."

She came out too.

"..."

Su Ming wanted to speak, but his vision went dark and he fell down. He felt as if he was embedded in something very warm.

12 month 28 day.

early.

My stomach hurts, probably because I got kicked so mercilessly...

When I saw Mr. Ming fighting with them later, I knew that it would be useless for me to say anything. Even if I rushed over with a knife in hand, it would be useless. It would only cause trouble.

He is really strong.

He is no longer the man I remember that I might meet again.

What happened when I didn't know?

"..."

I was not qualified to ask. I just endured the abdominal pain and went to see a doctor.

He was injured.

12 month 28 day.

morning.

"I was wondering if this guy would still be obsessed with women at this time..."

"Yeah. Thank you for your hard work."

"Don't worry, this is the best healer in the Doma Autonomous Region. The healer said he was just too tired, and that's true."

"But... they actually sent the strongest person here alone. If I wasn't careful, I would have been pushed to the guillotine."

Many people were injured, including Paimon.

He personally brought a doctor to see Mr. Ming.

"Miss Saint, tell him when he wakes up... You can also let me call him Boss."

"..."

Whether it was him who was so powerful that he seemed unreal, or him in my memory, it was all the same… when he got tired, he would fall asleep exhausted.

As if in need of some kind of care.

"Brother! Ha... Sister Natasha, is brother okay?!"

Duoduo is here too.

She didn't listen to me and changed into the snagged socks. It was just an ordinary maid uniform. Maybe she was in a hurry and didn't think too much.

"The therapist Mr. Paimon called in said it's fine."

"Well... Duoduo, you will be the one taking care of Mr. Ming here."

"..."

I would love to stay here.

But my only value is my wish. Although I don’t know what the mechanism is...but other than that, I am not qualified to do anything else.

I can’t touch his face, nor can I greedily want to touch him or hear his voice.

Go out.

Everywhere was a mess after last night's chaos. Even I could understand that... the higher-ups must have started clearing out the mess. They sent in the regular army.

Mr. Ming and his team won this time, what about next time?

That's probably not something I should consider.

I returned to the cabin. The cabin where I first lived with Mr. Ming had the same layout as before... but because I hadn't been here for a while, it was a little dusty.

"Whoosh-"

I did the same as when I first came here, kneeling on the ground and wiping it bit by bit.

The clothes were soon soaked with sweat.

I know that praying at this time is pointless. But there is nothing else I can do.

"May the goddess Terena protect me..."

despite this.

I still wanted to do it, to comfort the increasingly unbearable feeling of inferiority.

I still think about it now... It's still valuable. I can still secretly spy on him. Although it's a big difference from before, but looking at him in reality...

many years ago.

Well… probably when I was about 11 years old.

"Why don't you raise your own children?"

"What a joke! How could she exist without you? If you want me to support her, just give me money! Otherwise, you will never have a good life in this life!"

"..."

Adults don't like me.

Because, at that time, I had neither a pleasing appearance nor a good mouth for nice words. I was just like a burden, simply curling up in the corner and wiping tears in an annoying way when adults quarreled.

I stole 13 dollars and lied to someone to buy me a ticket, thinking that I would be taken to a good place as long as I got on the bus.

Maybe because I stole the money, I was always very careful... When I came to my senses and entered the carriage, I found that the ticket I had been holding in my hand was missing.

"What are you looking for?"

There were not many people in the carriage, and the only adults were sleeping. He was the only one reading the Chinese textbook, which was very difficult for me to understand at that time.

"..."

I just wanted to try my best to find a ticket and go to the dreamy place in my imagination. There would be no adults quarreling, and I would no longer hide in the corner and wipe away my tears.

But I can't find it.

"Is it contact lenses or something?"

"……no."

"what is that?"

"Oooooh...ticket."

The gentle voice was like the key to unwinding my tense nerves. I couldn't help crying.

I was afraid that my plan to escape would be discovered and I would be sent back.

"There's none on the ground... I can only buy another one."

"..."

"Don't you have any extra money? Where are you going? Ah... It seems that no matter where you go, you have to buy a ticket for the terminal. I'll buy you another ticket, it's only a dozen bucks. Why don't you come out with me, sir?"

"No... just that one. That one will do."

Maybe he didn't understand what I was saying at that time, he was just very tired after work.

But I stubbornly believed that only the ticket I stole money to buy could take me to where I wanted to go, even though I had no idea what the various stations on the route map meant.

If it were an ordinary person, they would definitely not bother to care or pay attention to me.

"Could it be that he ran away from home?"

But he didn't.

"The conductor is coming to check your ticket... Are you sure you don't want me to buy it for you?"

"..."

I cried and shook my head, and then I was carried to his seat and hid under his plastic bag. The carriage was dark. No one noticed me hiding there.

"You want to go to the terminal, right? I'm going there too, so I'll take you to see what's there."

"..."

That day, I also knew for the first time that the car would not randomly take me to the fantasy world I wanted to go to, but just a development zone where I could see the stars.

"Isn't this good? At least you can't see the stars in the downtown area."

"Where is your home? There is one last bus back. I will take you back."

But he didn't laugh at my childishness. He just sat there with me and watched the twinkling lights for a while. He didn't ask me about "home" which I didn't want to talk about.

I may have admired his maturity at that time. Because he not only knew what the scenery was like at each station, but also told me what was real... something I might like. He took care of me like a brother. He didn't scold me at all, but just sat beside me with a gentle expression.

Later, maybe it was fate?
After my parents divorced, I was assigned to live with my mother. We moved together to a neighborhood not far from him.

The next time I met him was when I accidentally saw him in a supermarket after school. I was very strange... I could have easily recognized the wrong person, but I still followed him without thinking about what to do if I met a bad person.

"It is you."

He recognized me at once.

"Fifth grade? He looks like a kid with his school bag on his back... He's cute."

I stammered and said my name. I also wanted to know his name.

I am used to being ordered around automatically, but this is the first time I have tried to know someone's name... without being forced to know it.

"Su Ming."

"I often come here to buy things. Is your home nearby?"

"..."

Since then, even if I don't buy anything, I will wait on the bench outside the supermarket. Sometimes I will wait, sometimes I won't. There is always no one at home, and I have no friends... I prefer to wait there rather than go home.

"If possible, you can be friends with my sister."

"Ahem...like helping me to ease the relationship between brother and sister or something like that."

"..."

after that.

I started to go in and out of his house frequently. I also met his sister... At that time, his sister didn't talk much to Mr. Ming. She was always indifferent.

Unfortunately, I was not able to become friends with her. She was different from me. Although she was in a different school and two grades ahead of me, she had many friends.

"Are you having trouble with your interpersonal relationships at school? Don't you have many friends?"

"..."

That's a topic that makes me feel inferior. Because I'm dark and thin, boys would laugh at me. Girls... would also talk about me behind my back. I'm just a coward who can't refuse when someone says, "Hey, go get your books" or "Hey, I have something to do today, you clean the blackboard."

"It's okay if you don't want to tell me. But if you really run into any trouble, remember to tell me."

"I am a reliable adult."

Actually, he was not yet an adult at that time. But I felt from the bottom of my heart that he was a reliable adult and brother.

If I complain to my mother, she will only say one thing: "It takes two to tango. If you just sit there and don't cause trouble, why would anyone bully you?"

Another year later.

I'm already very familiar with him.

"Don't just sit on an adult's lap and eat. It's dirty."

"Xiao Jiang."

"Brother is young, Xiao Xiao Ming."

"..."

When he said dirty at that time, I later realized that he didn't mean the biscuit crumbs that fell off when I sat on his lap and were dirty, but that he had just finished work and was all dusty and dirty.

In a year, I have gotten used to the unpopular home and have been completely inclined to enjoy the warmth brought by my "brother". In return for buying me a chocolate roll... I also folded a thousand paper cranes.

As a kid, I was very naive.

Listening to those girls of the same age who were more mature than me talking about marriage… I only had a vague idea. I only knew that getting married meant we could be together forever.

So, write on the paper cranes...when I grow up, I want to marry my brother.

Now that I think about it, Mr. Ming was really tired at that time, and during that period of time... I briefly served as an antidote to soothe his soul.

Later, I entered junior high school, and I was looking forward to a change of environment.

Ok.

His identity had indeed changed, from a servant who could order anyone around in the class to a follower following a small group.

"Teacher Li is so unfashionable... It's a different era now, and she still tucks her clothes into her pants. It's like showing off her big belly to others."

"What kind do you like?"

"Of course it's the same as f4."

"..."

Their topics usually go far afield and always end up complaining about someone together.

"Did you see it at the parents' meeting? That guy's father is a plumber...he cleans out manure."

"Just say it smells bad."

At this time, if someone looks at me, I must nod in agreement.

But I thought from the bottom of my heart, what's the point of repairing pipes? It's also for living...My brother said so. But I don't have the courage to say it here to refute. I also want to live in the class.

I began to feel that the pain was even greater than when I was a subordinate in elementary school.

The only time I can be relieved is when I am with my brother...

"You're in junior high school and you're still wearing a skirt. Did anyone teach you not to sit on a man's lap?"

“It was like this last year.”

"You were an elementary school student last year, but still this year?"

"I want to eat strawberry flavored cookies~"

"Honestly... we need to slowly learn to be more careful so as to avoid unnecessary trouble."

Although my brother had warned me long ago, he couldn't stand my insistence on sitting on his lap, so he had to give up preaching.

My brother never asked me what kind of life I had in school. If I wanted to talk, he would listen, but if I didn't want to talk, we would just chat.

I never thought about bringing things from school to my brother's house.

But it's too close... very close to some scumbag's home. There's always a chance to meet near the supermarket.

"Ha...isn't this Jiang Mengying?"

"Were you sitting with the migrant worker just now? Wow...could it be your father?"

"..."

My brother at that time didn’t have time to worry about his image. From a distance... he was very strong, and with his rubber shoes, he could easily be mistaken for an adult.

"no……"

"What is that? Could it be some shameful relationship with the migrant workers?"

"Yes...brother."

"I haven't heard that you have a brother? He's a migrant worker."

"..."

I tried my best to explain my relationship with my brother and prove what a good person he was.

"Forget it. If you get close to people like this, you'll end up as a migrant worker. Do you want to be smelly all the time?"

"Don't you think it stinks?"

"My mom always said that your future development is determined by the kind of people you make friends with. If you make friends with migrant workers, you will only be a migrant worker... maybe you will even have to fix pipes, hahaha."

They didn't care at all about my attempts to defend myself and just laughed at me.

Act like an adult.

"If you don't study hard... you'll end up like him."

"Hehe, my mom always says that. Now, I'll tell you again on behalf of Jiang Mengying's mom. Don't call those migrant workers brothers or sisters. It's so disgusting..."

"..."

Everyone's eyes are on me again, and at this time... I can only agree.

"Go to class tomorrow and tell them that Jiang Mengying likes migrant workers, the ones who repair pipes."

"..."

They just treated me as a joke. On purpose... No one told me that my brother had come back and was sitting on the chair behind me.

When I came to my senses, I saw my brother put down the biscuits he had bought, said nothing, and left.

What about cheating money?
When I knew that if I didn't say something, I would lose my brother and wanted to apologize...

I tried my best to forget that my mother would occasionally call me and give me some money in a good mood, and occasionally scold or even beat me up... saying she needed money. She would ask me if I was close to an adult and if I could lend her money. Without money, I would die.

"How much do you need? Give me your mother's phone number."

After the call was connected, my brother didn't ask anything else, nor did he say anything about the disgusting things I had done.

At that time, I only cared about…my brother was still willing to take care of me. He didn’t hate me. Because I was happy about this kind of thing, I never thought about how shameless my mother was who pushed me around like a burden.

3 came too easily. My brother never dug into my family...which also means that his trust in my family came entirely from me.

When I arrived at my brother's house again.

“This is all evidence!”

"There's your hair on my daughter's clothes! How disgusting... A grown man doing this to a little girl."

"Don't even think about leaving without 5!"

Many people were watching, watching my mother holding a plastic bag, showing her hair... surrounding my brother. I clearly saw it, and my brother and I had already made eye contact... but I was shaking all over.

Hear a lot of voices.

"Yeah, why would you joke about your daughter's innocence?"

"How pitiful! The little girl won't be able to go to school normally after this..."

"..."

School is hell in the first place. After leaving school like this, not only is school hell, but the moment you step out of the door is hell.

I was very cowardly, and this was my self-awareness. So I never dared to tell my brother what was going on at home or at school, and I felt inferior.

Every child has read the story of mending the fold after the sheep have been stolen. I am no exception.

It’s clear that I didn’t stand out at that time…

"Brother has never done anything strange to me, if you don't go and apologize."

“I’ll jump from here right now.”

"..."

Is it still meaningful to take action five days after the incident?
My mother was in a good mood and was counting money.

She said, "Isn't that because mom can't do anything? Look, it's all right now. I've made back all my money with interest."

"It's all over. The inspector came to investigate and I said it was a misunderstanding. I'll just call and apologize later."

What about money?

Not returning?

"It was a misunderstanding to infringe upon your rights, but it wasn't that you sat on his lap and had his hair on your clothes. Besides, after your father passed away, you relied on me."

"Come on."

"If you want to jump, then jump. Find a place where no one can see you. But before you jump, ask your father to pay me back all the tuition and child support for the past two years."

"..."

She doesn't care about face, she only cares about money.

He only cares about how much he can win at the poker table. If I win, he will ask me what I want to eat with a smile on his face. If I lose... he will find a random reason to beat me up.

I was able to go to school because of state regulations and because of obligations I had to fulfill in order to get child support. There was no family affection at all.

I knew that the family had been rotten for a long time. I knew it from the time they quarreled every day before they officially divorced... and the house was always full of garbage.

At that time.

I held the phone and tried to make the call several times.

"is it you?"

"Listen carefully, if I see you again."

"I'm going to stick pencil leads...one by one into your eyes. Do you understand?"

"Leave far away."

He was busy because I had cheated him out of money. He had no choice... He couldn't even take care of his studies. He was busy.

I still remember his sister's extremely cold and disgusted voice.

That's what I deserve.

Being cowardly is not an excuse. Wanting warmth but not being able to pay for it… just enjoying kindness, anyone can do that.

There is no way to go back to the past.

I can't change anything, I can only pray here.

"May the goddess Terena protect me..."

"..."

Tears are also disgusting things, disgusting. I have no right to cry.

"Clap."

Suddenly, I heard someone's footsteps approaching.

it's getting dark.

The room was dark.

"Actually, about six or seven years ago, your mother got my phone number from somewhere and contacted me."

"..."

The footsteps stopped behind me.

"She talked about a lot of things. For example, what happened with the loan and what you did afterwards. I thought she wanted to confess and apologize."

"As a result, Xiao Jiang is getting more and more beautiful after working hard to promote her, and she still seems to be obsessed with me."

"She said that as long as you give her 100,000 yuan, she will definitely marry you."

"When she heard that I had no interest at all and asked her to pay me back, her attitude immediately changed and she cursed at me rather harshly."

"..."

"I saw the wish written on the paper. I'll start doing it when I'm done with my work these few days."

"..."

The footsteps gradually disappeared.

I understand that mending the fence after the sheep have been lost means that no matter what compensation is made in the future... it will not help. The sheep is already gone.

(End of this chapter)