Eye of Darkness

As night fell, the rain gradually became heavier, and the crackling sound of rain hit the iron awning. Yan Ming tried to turn on the light switch, but it had no effect. The dark night made the rain fall more disorderly.

Putting on my clothes and walking to the window, I saw the neon lights of the city in the distance, shining lonely and gentle light in the pattering rain. The rumble of lightning made the cold chill retreat a lot.

Suddenly, the door banged and collided, causing Yan Ming's body to tremble slightly. Then he seemed to think of something. Yan Ming did not speak, but silently looked at the scenery outside the window.

"Hey! Where's your mother!"

A thick male voice mixed with a hint of impatience sounded from behind, and there seemed to be some drunkenness in the voice.

Yan Ming lowered his eyes and whispered.

"Not coming back."

The man listened to Yan Ming's soft voice. He didn't know why, but he felt inexplicably angry in his heart. Looking at Yan Ming's thin figure in the night, he stepped forward and grabbed Yan Ming's hair with one hand. , pulling Yan Ming directly backward.

Yan Ming felt the stinging pain on his head and did not resist. Instead, he allowed the man to drag Yan Ming towards the back room.

"Your mother is such a bitch. She stays out all day long and doesn't know what to do! She doesn't make much money and she comes back so late every day!"

"You're not going to have an affair outside! You're cuckolding me!"

As he spoke, the man threw Yan Ming directly onto the tile floor. Only then could Yan Ming see the man's appearance.

The man's eyes were blurred, his cheeks were flushed, and he smelled of alcohol. He was holding a beer bottle in his left hand, and he took a sip from time to time as he spoke.

The man seemed to notice Yan Ming's eyes sizing him up, and he looked unhappy. He kicked Yan Ming directly in the abdomen, making Yan Ming groan.

"What the hell are you looking at! You're a bitch, a bastard. I provide you with delicious food and drink, but you still show your face to me every day! You're a piece of shit!"

As he said this, the man seemed to be more energetic and sneered.

"I'm telling you! Your mother is mine, and it doesn't matter if I raise her, but who the f*ck are you, you don't even know how second-hand this thing is, but you still have a bottle of oil."

After hearing the man's words, Yan Ming's expression on his unchanged face became a little looser. He raised his eyes to look at the man and spoke softly.

"My mother is not like that."

After hearing Yan Ming's retort, the man's eyes turned red and he put his foot on Yan Ming's back.

"What kind of person is someone who is not like this? What kind of good person do you think your mother is? How many people who work in a place like KTV are clean? Maybe this trash like your mother didn't come back, and now she is in What man are you having fun with?"

As he said this, the man seemed to think that this possibility was very high. He suddenly became angry and wanted to go to the woman to settle the score.

When Yan Ming heard the man belittle his mother in this way, the resentment he had been feeling for days suddenly burst out, and he blurted it out without thinking.

"You are rubbish! You don't even know what you are."

Before Yan Ming could think of anything else to say, the man hit Yan Ming on the forehead with a wine bottle.

Yan Ming felt a buzzing sound, and the severe pain made Yan Ming feel dazed for a moment.

The man looked at the blood that kept coming out of Yan Ming's head and felt a little frightened. He didn't continue to fight and scolded him, and just grabbed the door and walked into the bedroom.

The man's movement attracted the attention of the neighbor. A woman walked out of it. Looking at Yan Ming who was lying on the ground and not knowing whether he was alive or dead, he was also shocked. The child was only eight or nine years old. Nothing would happen if this continued. Just when he wanted to call the police, he was stopped. The husband behind him interrupted.

"What do you care about other people's housework? Come on, go to bed."

"But..."

Before the woman could say anything, the man pulled the woman back to the house.

His head was dizzy, and he didn't know how long it had been. Yan Ming rubbed his head that was in severe pain, slowly got up from the ground, looked at the blood on the ground, and recalled what happened before.

I was also talking without thinking, why bother with him... anyway, I was asking for trouble.

Yan Ming skillfully found the medical box in the room and bandaged the scratch on his head. After thinking about it, Yan Ming picked up the hidden phone and dialed his mother's phone number.

After calling several times, no one answered. Yan Ming was confused and his expression became a little anxious. But after he dialed again for a while, he received a prompt to answer the call.

Yan Ming was overjoyed and hurriedly asked how his mother was doing, but before he could speak, an unpleasant gasp came from the other end of the phone.

Yan Ming's body was stiff and his expression was dull and motionless.

"Baby, how about it? I'm very strong."

The young man responded with a voice that was so familiar to Yan Ming.

"Brother Hui, of course you are great."

When the man heard the woman's praise, his words suddenly became much gentler.

After the two said a few words, the woman spoke.

"Brother Hui, how's that thing I asked you to do?"

Brother Hui heard this and smiled softly.

"No problem, isn't he just a homeless little gangster? I'll help you get rid of him, and I promise that you will always rely on that little brat."

When the woman heard his words, she suddenly became happy.

"Oh, by the way, don't you still have a procrastinator? Why don't you want me to help you fund it?"

Hearing this, the woman smiled and agreed.

"Of course, if Brother Hui doesn't mind, help him find a better school."

Hearing the woman's pitiful tone, the man smiled mischievously.

"No problem, how can you not satisfy the beauty's request?"

...

After silently hanging up the phone, Yan Ming looked at the phone with a bright screen in his hand, his eyes slightly sore.

Is my mother really doing that kind of thing...

Thinking of this, Yan Ming couldn't help but exhale, but when he thought of certain things, Yan Ming's tears still flowed down.

Yan Ming looked at the empty and dark room and sobbed softly.

Looking at a pair of scissors in his hand, Yan Ming slowly walked to the man's room. Looking at the sleeping man, Yan Ming's eyes darkened.

Just to get rid of this person, you would do this to yourself...

Step by step, he approached the man. The scissors in his hands gave off a cold chill under the night light.

However, just when Yan Ming was about to do something, the phone suddenly rang.

Yan Ming was startled and hurriedly answered the call. Seeing that the man didn't wake up, he breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to look at the monitor on the screen. It was his mother calling.

Yan Ming hesitated and slowly raised his phone.

"Hey."

"Xiao Ming, did you call me just now? Did something happen at home again?"

Yan Ming was silent for a long time after hearing the gentle tone and concern in it.

"It's okay, Mom, I just missed you suddenly."