Forensic without kites

Chapter 204 The Ultimate Dharma (1) (Xu Qingyao's story)
His name is Xu Qingyao.

At the beginning, his name was not Xu Qingyao.

Call Ergou.

When he was born in 1989, the world's first transplant of liver, heart and kidney had been successful.His father, who had a heart attack, died on the cold operating table because of lack of funds.

Three days after his father's death, his mother remarried to a strong man who butchered a pig in a neighboring village.

Since then, nightmares have been patronizing his cold pillow every night like a common occurrence.

When Xu Qingyao was 10 years old, he didn't have a proper name yet.

He is still called Ergou.His stepfather yelled at him Ergou, his mother called him Ergou with straight eyes, and the children with their bare buttocks playing in the mud on the street called him "Er...dog" intermittently and drooling.

He ran to ask his mother why his name was Ergou, and he didn't want to be called Ergou.

He was so small that he had to look up to see his mother.

Snapped!
A heavy slap slapped him on the cheek, "Ergou, you want to die, don't you! Have you peeled the potatoes in the kitchen? Have you washed the toilet? If you want to be lazy, believe it or not, I will kick you to death?"

Snapped!
With another slap, Xu Qingyao's face swelled with five fingers.

There were many crystal tears embedded in the eye sockets, her cheeks hurt, her mouth hurt, and her heart hurt too.Tears fell, one after another, soaking the shabby autumn clothes he was wearing, while his mother was lying on the bar, smoking like a dream, surrounded by clouds and mist in mid-air.

Xu Qingyao often couldn't see his mother's face clearly.

I can't figure out what his mother's name is.

When he was 11 years old, Xu, the head of the village, had kind thoughts in his heart, or could no longer see him spending every day at home, taking on jobs that did not belong to his age, so he took him to school.

When passing by a dilapidated temple, the village head patted his thin head, "Ergou, go in and kowtow to the Buddha. The Buddha's Dharma is boundless. No matter where you go in the future, the Buddha will bless you."

The Buddha statue has been in disrepair for a long time and there is dust everywhere.He knelt in the center of the desolate hall, under his knees were the dry loess and the dilapidated curtains that fell from the beams of the hall due to years of disrepair.

He suddenly felt extremely uneasy.

On the Buddha statue enshrined on the altar, the brows and eyes of compassion were slightly lowered, as if a ray of benevolent light penetrated him invisible.

In a hurry, but also very cautiously, he put his hands on the loess, touched his forehead to the mud, and kowtowed three times.

"Buddha, hello."

After that, even if he passed by here, he never came in again.

I don't know why, but the Buddha statue here caused a sense of fear in his heart.

The school meals gradually changed his face.The teacher liked this handsome, but always quiet little boy more and more.He studies very hard and never talks to other children, but he always scores [-]% in every exam.

One day, the Chinese teacher called him to the office and said, "At the end of this semester, if you can continue to take the test with 100 points, the teacher will help you pay the tuition for the next semester."

He smiled happily.

Nodding like smashing garlic.

Next semester, he will be 13 years old and will be in the fourth grade.

He couldn't wait to run home to tell his mother the news.

It was dark in the room, really dark.His stepfather, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, was actually at home.

He was a little scared, and shrank in the corner, timidly holding the fabric schoolbag that the neighbor's grandmother sewed for him with one hand, lowered his head, but couldn't help but secretly looked up at him curiously.

　This story is so painful to write...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)