Reverse Approach

【7】

That night, Liao Nanqing stayed at Mo's house in Subei.

Liao Nanqing slept in the guest room, the pillow was filled with the clean smell of saponins, he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

When it was nearly eleven o'clock, Su Jing came back.Su Beimo and Su Jing were sitting in the living room talking, Liao Nanqing couldn't hear clearly, but he was embarrassed to go out to drink water.He hadn't had much water all day, and now there was a fire heating up in his throat.

The clock ticking on the wall, immersed in the silence of the night, makes people inexplicably anxious.

He couldn't help getting up and gently opened the door.

As soon as he went out, he saw Su Beimo sitting on the sofa playing games with his mobile phone.

On the coffee table was a half-smoked cigarette, which should have been smoked by Su's father.Liao Nanqing walked over, the bottom of his slippers stuck to the floor, but he walked very fast.

"Give me your mother's contact number." Su Beimo finished the game, leaned his head on the sofa, looked down at Liao Nanqing, and found that he was wearing his own pajamas, like a child wearing an adult's clothes.Su Beimo hooked his fingers, and Liao Nanqing came obediently like an obedient little rabbit.

"I asked my father to contact your mother and try to transfer you to a school in the urban area."

Liao Nanqing's eyes flickered.

Su Beimo put the low-battery phone aside, and said in a more relaxed tone: "They are all living on campus, I will lend you the tuition fee, and when you go to college, work and study, slowly return it to me." At the end, he added , "Liao Nanqing, let's start over."

Put aside the prejudice, ignorance and ignorance of the small county.

Go to a new place to start again, study hard, and it is best to improve every day.

After saying these words that sounded like redemption, Su Beimo stretched his waist, and was relieved to go back to his room to sleep.When passing Liao Nanqing, he rubbed his head again.This time, Liao Nanqing hugged him.

"Don't you even ask me?"

The thin pajamas were soaked together, it was Liao Nanqing's tears, "No one is like you, even my mother doesn't believe me..."

Su Beimo took a deep breath: "Do you want to talk?"

"It's your words, it doesn't matter." Liao Nanqing thought, Su Beimo's words, he must understand, "You will not hate me like them, and leave me alone. Right?"

He asked very lightly, and the last sentence was almost choked up in his sobs.He buried his head in front of Su Beimo's chest and hugged him tightly.Looking for someone to rely on, trusting him completely.

Su Beimo hugged him back, and patted his back with his palm: "Yes."

Liao Nanqing dragged Su Beimo to the guest room. Slowly, his opening sentence was: "My father, although he made mistakes...but he is not a bad person."

Eight years ago, the nightmare started from Liao Nanqing's seriously ill grandfather.

The Liao family borrowed a lot of money to see a doctor for the elderly.He even borrowed the money from the neighbor across the door brazenly, but still failed to save the old man's life.The family is gone, and the economic pressure has undoubtedly become the biggest torture for their family.

At that time, Liao Nanqing was only ten years old and had just entered the third grade of elementary school.He is very handsome and has good grades. He is a very popular student in the class.Every day, he acts as a three-good student with excellent moral character and study in school, and goes home laughing and laughing with his classmates.

But often after passing that crossroad, he would become another Liao Nanqing.

A subdued man without a smile on his face.

He hated stepping through that crossroad, hated coming home, and hated seeing the frowning father, the cursing mother, and the scene where grandma wiped her tears with a handkerchief.

This is undoubtedly a dark cloud, and it is difficult for him to breathe.

There was a broken porcelain bowl at his feet. While tidying up his clothes, his mother cried and said, "I told you that this disease can't be cured. If you don't want to be cured, you just won't listen! It's all right now! What's the money at home?" What year and month will it take to pay it off, how can I live my life..." She sat on the ground covering her face and wept bitterly, her skinny arms as dry as sticks.

Liao Nanqing walked over and hugged his mother, no happiness could be seen on his dull little face.

Father Liao didn't say a word, he couldn't blame his wife for making a fuss at the moment.When the old man was sick, he was busy with work and borrowing money. Everything in the hospital and at home was taken care of by his wife.Now that the person is not retained, but the family has collapsed, he is responsible.

"Why don't you ask the other door to borrow some more... now relatives are avoiding leaving, only he is willing to lend us." Liao's mother pushed Liao Nanqing away and held Liao's father's hand, "you can ask him to borrow some more, at least Return my natal family's first. I really have no face at all..."

Father Liao pursed his lips tightly and covered his face with his hands in pain.

His silence caused Liao's mother to explode completely: "You can't make money, it's useless! I won't talk about you, and you won't even ask you to go to the opposite door to borrow money! Are you trying to force me to death?! You go! If you don’t go, I will go!”

Liao Nanqing covered his ears, and grandma came to hold his hand: "Nanqing, go back to your room and do your homework."

Liao Nanqing shook his head, and grandma said again, "Be obedient."

They would never let Liao Nanqing participate in this topic at home. Every time, he was in the room, leaning against the door to listen to all the quarrels.The deliberately low voice and endless despair spread in this family.It is black, Liao Nanqing can see them.

And, under the cover of his clothes, a slight bruise on his arm.

This is also visible.

But this is a secret, Liao Nanqing can't let his parents find out.He secretly tugged on his clothes, his eyes blank, just like every time he passed that intersection.

Liao Nanqing hated and was afraid of seeing that man.

Every time he heard his voice, Liao Nanqing would tremble.

That person would intimidate Liao Nanqing with words from time to time, and when he saw his fearful eyes, that person would laugh out loud, grab his ear and threaten him: "If you dare to speak out, I will never borrow money from your family again. In this way, your parents will keep arguing..." He smiled wretchedly, and continued, "And I will ask your family to pay back the money. Your family has no money now, and if you don't come out, I will ask your parents to come together Go to jail, and I will torture you and your grandma slowly."

Liao Nanqing was only ten years old, he was so frightened that he didn't dare to breathe.

The experience of the family has been overwhelming, and this man is a creditor of their family, lives opposite their house, and is a person to whom parents are grateful.When the Liao family was in the most difficult time, he lent them money again and again to help them tide over difficulties again and again.

He is a 'benefactor', a 'good man' whom Liao Nanqing should be grateful for.

"Nan Qing, you are a good boy, do you want your parents to go to jail?"

Liao Nanqing covered his mouth, tears came out of his eyes little by little, he shook his head desperately, he didn't understand anything.The immature face was stained with tears, like fresh buds and leaves after the rain, which could stick to the fingertips with a light pinch and be wiped to pieces.

The man was stunned, and there was a fire in his eyes, which was endless evil.

"Come to my house tomorrow, don't let your parents know."

Speaking of this, Liao Nanqing clenched the pajamas in front of his chest, he breathed slowly, and there were fine beads of sweat on his forehead.His eyes fell on the smooth floor, as if he was trying to muster up the courage to open a wound that had been buried in his heart for many years.It festered and stinks, and it was imprisoned inside him, corrupting him, devouring him.

People around wantonly slander, and the truth will never be revealed.

No one believed him, not even his mother.

Liao Nanqing closed his eyes in pain, despair never ending.

Su Beimo held his face in his hands and said seriously, "Stop talking!"

Liao Nanqing clenched his lower lip, glanced up bit by bit, aimed at Su Beimo's face, pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, and said in pain: "He didn't rape me, he didn't, but no one believed it except Dad. I."

No one believes him, everyone only wants to believe what they want to believe.

From that day on, Liao Nanqing couldn't laugh anymore.

His grades plummeted and he became thinner day by day.The head teacher was very worried about him, so he took the liberty to visit Liao Nanqing's home.Liao Nanqing didn't bring home his recent report card, and his parents didn't care about him.So the head teacher's home visit undoubtedly means the exposure of all this.

"The house is already in such a mess, and you add to it." Mother Liao sent the head teacher away, sat on the sofa, and held her forehead.As if it would be tiring to say one more word, "Nanqing, can you stop making trouble for mom?"

"Mom, I'm sorry."

"I know that the house is in chaos recently, which has affected your study. But Mom and Dad are also very tired, you have to be good, you know?" After all, it was her own child, Mother Liao gently stroked his hair.Her complexion was sallow, and she had no energy at all. "Don't worry, Uncle Li at the opposite door lent us money again. Mom won't let you live differently from other classmates, they won't find out."

Liao Nanqing shrank his hands.

Liao's mother didn't notice, and she was still thinking: "Uncle Li at the opposite door has helped our family a lot. When you see him in the future, be polite. Do you understand?"

As soon as the voice fell, there were two knocks on the door, "Dong Dong".

Liao Nanqing's body was stiff, and he heard his mother go to open the door without moving.

It's Uncle Li.

He was carrying a bag of roast chicken, smiling kindly, like wearing a hypocritical mask: "I bought too much roast chicken today, I'll give you half of it. I think Nan Qing has gotten really thin recently." Nylon bag 'Si Suo' The voice was hazy and piercing.Liao's mother took Liao Nanqing to thank him. Without knowing it, she really thought this man was kind.

Only Liao Nanqing knew his true face, but he didn't dare to say it, he was afraid.

This man was his nightmare—

"Nanqing, you're here."

Liao Nanqing stood stiffly in front of the sofa, his face expressionless, but Uncle Li, who was holding his shoulder, smiled 'kindly'.He stroked Nan Qing's head like a gentle elder.But Liao Nanqing knew in his heart that this was a cave of desire, and he was dragging himself into it.

The disgusting feeling was indescribable, Liao Nanqing shuddered, and watched in horror as the blackness in the opponent's eyes gradually spread.

Day after day, the vortex of madness grows and they all fall into it.

Until today, this feeling hit his brain, his shoulder hurt from being pinched, and the physical resistance let him know that he hated this Uncle Li.Liao Nanqing cried out in fright, but the more he cried, the angrier he became.Liao Nanqing was threatened by him being pressed on the sofa, his thin short sleeves were torn open, and there were several unsightly bruises on his pale skin.

Liao Nanqing collapsed, his obedience, his ignorance, and his retreat all became the lethal weapon that caused this evil result.

He cried and shouted, calling for help, father save me, mother save me.

help me!

Who can help me……