Movie World I Am A King

Mrs. Mehra was sitting at the table in the living room, holding the portrait of her deceased husband in her hand, and was in a daze.

Since Zhou Ye left here, she has maintained this posture for several hours. Facing the photos of her deceased husband, Mrs. Mehra is filled with various emotions... There are nostalgia, sweetness, resentment, and anxiety ...

Facing her son's helplessness when he was arrested, and the humiliation and helplessness brought about by Zhou Ye's persecution... In the end, she blamed her late husband on her own...

If he hadn't insisted on studying aliens, if he hadn't been concentrating on looking at the alien flying saucer outside the car window...how could he have lost her husband? How could my son have congenital brain atrophy due to a car accident... If it wasn't for his son's congenital IQ problem, how could he sneak to someone's banquet and break the eyes of the county magistrate's son...

If it wasn't like this, how could I be forced by Zhou Ye...to make such a choice...all of this~ everything is his fault...

Thinking of this, Mrs. Mehra couldn't help but smashed the photo frame of her deceased husband to the ground... With the sound of glass breaking... - The photo frame was smashed into pieces.

When Mrs. Mehra saw the broken photo frame of her ex-husband, her heart was about to break... With trembling hands, she picked up the photo of her deceased husband again... Carefully wiped it clean, looking at the smile of her deceased husband in the photo, she finally couldn't help it Weeping bitterly...

She knew that it was unreasonable for her to anger her dead husband like this... However, as a single woman, she had exhausted all her energy in raising a demented son...even to make her son able to enter the seventh grade. There is no seventh grade in India. The seventh grade mentioned here is just the first grade of junior high school. ] She went to beg the principal of the school...

In the end, the principal of the school agreed to let her son go to the seventh grade because of her pity...

But... Now, she is finally unable to save her son anymore... She can only hope that what the strange boy said is true... As long as she can save her son, she is willing to pay any price ...

I don't know how long it took, Mrs. Mehra, crying and crying, finally fell asleep on the table... She has been terrified all day and night... She can't stand it anymore.

In a trance, Mrs. Mehra seemed to hear her son's voice.

"Mom...Mom...open the door..."

"Mom... open the door... I'm so hungry... Mom..."

Mrs. Mehra shuddered and woke up completely... Only then did she realize that the sky had completely darkened, and the room was very dark because the lights were not turned on...

"Mom... are you there?"

The familiar voice from outside the door convinced Mrs. Mehra that she was not dreaming, and that her son had really returned...

Mrs. Mehra hurriedly stood up, frantically thinking about running towards the door... "Rohit... my son, is that you?"

"Mom... I'm back..."

As soon as Mrs. Mehra opened the door, she saw her son standing at the door. Although the clothes on his body were a little dirty, there were no scars on his face and arms... She couldn't help but hugged him His own son burst into tears. "Great... Rohit, my son, it's great that you're alright..."

"Mom, why don't you turn on the light..." Rohit didn't even notice why his mother was crying, "Mom, I'm so hungry..."

After all, you can't expect too much from a guy who is born with a lot of brains...

"Mom will cook for you now..." Mrs. Mehra wiped her tears, turned on the lights in the room... cleaned up the broken glass on the floor, and was about to go to the kitchen to cook for her son meal……

Rohit sat on the edge of the table, playing with his fingers. For him, this was a small game before dinner...

Mrs. Mehra walked to the kitchen and prepared dinner for her son. She was fighting fiercely in her heart...

The son has come back, so do I really have to sacrifice myself like that boy said? Can I escape from this county secretly?

As far as she knows, there is the last long-distance bus leaving here, which will leave in half an hour... If you leave here, will you not have to pay the price?

India is so big, no matter how powerful and powerful that young man is, it is impossible for him to find his own... In that case, can he find someone in a small, remote village and continue to live a peaceful life?

The more she thought about it, the more Mrs. Mehra felt that this was a good idea... Everyone has a chance to take chances, especially, Mrs. Mehra felt that she was being forced... She shouldn't pay such a price.

yes, run--

Thinking of this, Mrs. Mehra speeded up the movement in her hands... She casually made a few traditional Indian scones, which are for her son to satisfy his hunger...

Bringing the scones to the dining table, let her son eat first, and Mrs. Mehra started to rummage through the boxes and boxes at home... Because this time she was running away and there was not enough time left, so she wanted to take away her ex-husband’s It was unrealistic to take those things away, so she could only pack up her jewelry, packed all the cash at home, brought two or three sets of clothes, pulled a big suitcase, and walked out ...

"Mom? Are you going away?" Rohit, who was eating, asked strangely.

"Yes, mom will take you on a trip..." Mrs. Mehra did not dare to tell her son that she was going to leave the county. She was afraid that her son would make a fuss and bid farewell to his little friend...that is Looking for dead.

"Then I'll go and tell my friends, they will definitely envy me..." Rohit still said the words Mrs. Mehra was most afraid of.

"No need, we will be back soon." How dare Mrs. Mehra let her son say goodbye to his little friends? In the end, what happened to my son had nothing to do with his little friends... It is impossible to say that Mrs. Mehra has no complaints about those children...

Mrs. Mehra didn't wait for her son to speak, grabbed his hand, pulled the suitcase and walked out...

The stop of the last long-distance bus in this county is still some distance away from Mrs. Mehra's house... She dragged her son, who was still a little bit uncomplaining, to the station, praying in her heart, Don't drive the car away...

For Mrs. Mehra who doesn't have a car at home, this bus is her last hope... If she doesn't catch up, then she really has to... Mrs. Mehra can't even imagine her ending How was it……

Hurrying quickly, Mrs. Mehra finally arrived at the bus stop on the eve of the departure of the last coach...

Bought a ticket and got on the bus with my son——

As the car started slowly, Mrs. Mehra raised her heart in her throat, and then she relaxed a little... It seems that she has gotten rid of that boy...

However, will things really go as smoothly as Mrs. Mehra thought?

PS: I still set a regular release... Please forgive me, after all, I am out of town.