Dragon Zero

Is the world fair?

do not know.

Some people say it is fair, and many more say it is unfair.

Maybe the world is really unfair, in most people's minds.

A poor child, raised by his mother alone, he always envied others to have a father, and always envied other people's warm house. Why was born so unfortunate? He didn't know, he couldn't think too far back then.

When he was ten years old, his mother passed away. It was early one morning when he found her in a manger under the straw canopy. Mom is exhausted. She grinds the forage late last night. Today, she has to take the ground forage to the market in the small town to exchange for money, buy potatoes, chaff cakes and a piece of brown bread, otherwise they will have to starve again today. , And the brown bread is because of his birthday today.

Mom left, so suddenly, he sat under the canopy in a daze, wondering what the future would be like?

He went wandering alone, towards the direction hundreds of kilometers away. It was the last time he went to his aunt's house when his father was still six years old. He remembered that there were four hundred kilometers there.

After several months of begging along the way, he did not know how much indifference and blank eyes he had encountered, and he found the hut that was vague in his memory.

Yes, it is here. This is the aunt’s house. Although it is only a small wooden house on the outskirts of the city, he feels warm by the light from the house. He knocked on the door impatiently, even though the aunt and her husband His face was a bit ugly, but he still let him in.

The house was really warm, much better than the thatched house where he and his mother's house were all around and leaky. On the first night, his aunt's attitude towards him was not bad, even though it was a little cold, but she accepted him and gave him food. But the next day the aunt's attitude changed and asked him to drive away, until he kept begging to stay. From that day on, he was thrown into the utility room in the backyard and lived with the evil dog in the backyard.

My aunt is very mean and never let him go to the table for dinner. She can only eat the leftovers left behind when they clean up the tableware after eating. Every time it is cold soup, every time only vegetables and potatoes are left. And all the tableware and all the housework have to be done by him.

The beating always happened when he broke the dishes. He didn't understand why the people in his aunt's family were so cruel to him, perhaps because he was not doing well enough. Later, he worked hard to learn to do everything well, clean every corner of the house, and every piece of dust, but the beating still did not decrease, and finally he had to fight if he couldn't find a reason.

Once, he stole a piece of meat on a plate, was seen by his aunt's fat son and sued. The beating was even harder that time, the foot was interrupted, and he was picked up by the iron chain on the side of the toilet. He hadn't eaten anything decent for a week. From then on, he felt that everyone in his aunt’s family was a demon, his aunt, uncle, their fat son, and two vicious daughters, everyone bullied him, everyone used him as a toy to vent their anger. .

He thought about running away. At the age of 12, he escaped, only to ran into his uncle who was off work on the street. That beat broke his ribs and he vomited blood for a whole year. He was kept under constant supervision. The daily meal changed from two meals to one meal. The work to be done grew with his age. It has also become more.

When he was 15 years old, his aunt’s fat son accidentally burned the neighbor’s house and he escaped from the family chaos. In the following six months, he had been displaced, went to many places, and walked through many towns. On the way, he went to shops to move goods, went to the docks to help workers, and also went to begging in rich residential areas. Just as he used the money he earned to save his small savings, a tax officer snatched his money bag and threw him to prison. The reason is that he shouldn't have ten gold coins hidden in a beggar, so he must have stolen them.

It was a tax officer from Water Country. He explained the reasons to the people in prison and explained that all his money came from his own labor, but no one cared what he said, no one cared.

He was in prison for a month and a half, and was subjected to five canings and multiple bullying by prisoners. It was not until the prisoners were sure that they couldn't squeeze a little bit of oil from him, they threw him away like trash, lest he die in prison.

After coming out of the prison, he had a high fever and fell in a corner where no one cares, waiting for death in a daze. Until the appearance of a little girl, it seemed to open a window of the darkness of his soul and light up his world.

The girl rescued him, gave him sweet syrup and half of white bread in her hand. He didn't know how he still had the strength to speak, maybe because of the girl's smile, she smiled brightly, warm like a yellow flower, her voice was nice, crisp and hearty, like magic nectar brewed by elves, Refreshing.

"What is your name?"

"My name is Jessica, how about you?"

"I... I forgot, it seems to be called Jim."

"Jim? Hehe, you are really funny."

The girl smiled again, smiling innocently, just like the sun today.

The girl came to see him every day, wiping his sweat during the day and covering him at night. In this way, he survived the high fever and became vigorous.

He went to a quarry to take a job, because the girl’s family lived next to the quarry outside the city, and the family made tombstones for people. The girl goes to school in the city every day, and he silently follows behind every day, sending the girl to school, returning to work in the quarry, and then going to school to pick her up in the evening.

The work in the quarry was extremely tiring, but he was still blinded. Sometimes violence isn't just about being rough. The indifferent expressions, the ridiculous voices, and the unbridled ridicule are all deeply wounding violence. He is an outsider and a newcomer, and his daily life is crowded out by his workers.

Fortunately, there is this girl. The girl accompanied him like an angel, talking together during the day, singing together in the evening, teaching him to know the words in books, teaching him magic and swordsmanship in school. Although the days were hard, he still had a good time. This feeling is like family, like a sister caring about his brother, and he once again experienced the care of his family.

Time passed day by day, and more than half a year passed. He built a small house with bricks and wood outside the quarry and began to learn to make simple furniture by himself. He thought that life would get better and better, and he would watch the girl grow up until that day he invited the girl to come home to celebrate his housewarming.

They were very happy that night. He drank some wine but didn't drink much. The girl sang a blessing song for him, and the meaning of the lyrics is to look forward to his life getting better and better. But just when they were happiest, the house he built by himself collapsed, and the big stone falling from the beam hit the girl exactly. The girl failed that night and died on the way to the hospital. And he...and he...

Why would a kind girl die? Why can the greedy tax officer and the devil-like aunt's family survive? He blamed himself, he was guilty, but he was puzzled. I have never done a bad thing, why are there so many nightmarish encounters? Mother is so industrious and thrifty, why can't she lead a good life until she dies?

why? why? why? ? ? ?

Why is God so unfair, let evil let go, let good people suffer misfortune?

He asked himself this question over and over again, and asked God over and over again, why did the little girl and mother end like this?

Finally, he thought for a few days and figured it out. If God cannot give him a fair answer, then he will stand at the top of this unfairness, get everything he wants, and get back all the injustices of the mother and the little girl. ! !

He shouted to the sky: "From today, the good Jim is dead! I am the worst villain in the world, have you heard?!!!"

Dob is his mother's name, and Jessica is the little girl's name. Put these two names in reverse and put them together again-Podokashijie! !

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