The power of the mind of beauty

Chapter 212 Growth History

Seeing this, Maria Dillard shook her head, exhaled, changed her tone, looked at her cousin's back, and said softly: "I know what you think in your heart, and you know mine too. What we did It’s all for this community, everything here is with us so far, we have witnessed the light here, and the darkness here.”

Cornell Stokes didn't move when he heard the words, but the shoulders that were constantly shrugging because of his angry breathing slowly slowed down.

"Do you remember Mabel Mabel?"

"No! I remember Uncle Pete!" Cornell Stokes turned around abruptly and glared angrily.

Maria Dillard couldn't help being taken aback when she heard the name that had long been buried in her memory, and then reacted, raised her palms with hatred, disgust, and disbelief, and asked angrily : "Uncle Pete... Hey! Cornell, what the hell are you thinking!"

"I should have been a musician!" Cornell Stokes shouted, then shook his head, with regret in his eyes, and said in a slightly trembling voice: "I could have walked out of this dark corner, No more whores, weed, guns, mother shit Mabel!"

"You can't say that about Mabel Mabel!"

"She's your mother, not mine!"

"Conor..."

"Shut up!" Conor Stokes snarled, just as his cousin had stared at him before, and he stared condescendingly at Maria Dillard, "Your mother has paved the way for you. The bright road pushed me into the darkness. Do you know that my hands... I should have touched the piano keys in my hands, but they grabbed pistols and bullets, and they were covered with blood. Uncle Pete's Blood! The blood of the only one who supported my dream!"

Maria Dillard was shocked by the sudden outburst of this cousin who had been raised as a gangster since childhood, and could only open her mouth, but this eloquent mouth at the end of the media could not utter a word of excuse if.

She knew in her heart that everything Cornell said was true, that everything her late mother Mabel Stokes had built up when she and Cornell were young included prostitution, marijuana, and the gun trade. , are full of sins, but she, as the daughter of Mabel's mother, was planned to go to the light by her, and even became a politician, a city councilor, and often appeared in the media to publicize her concern for the Harlem district. All the politics of rising, rebuilding, revival, soft-spoken, smiling, as if she were the light personified of Harlem.

And her cousin, Cornell Stokes, was not so lucky. Even though he has a very good musical talent, when he plays the piano, he will burst into inspiration from time to time to create an excellent piece of music. He is definitely a musician. material.

However, his dream couldn't be realized, and he couldn't make full use of his talents. He could only take to the streets under the domineering guidance of Mabel's mother, mingled with the gangsters, doing all kinds of messes. A shitty thing for any achievement.

Maybe one day he'll be a big part of a gang, carry on what Mama Mabel has been doing, maybe he'll have a kid he'll want to follow his unfulfilled wish to be a musician, even if His kids want to be more like him.

But Mabel's mother never imagined that the old man who was most likely to become a mobster in the underworld became a law-abiding citizen after being imprisoned once, while Conor, who was even a little cowardly, became the last boy in Harlem. The famous boss, Daddy has changed, Cornell has also changed, but Cornell still can't let go, can't let go of when he was forced to stain his hands with blood, couldn't let go of being forced to kill the only one who really loved him Good Uncle Pete.

Maria Dillard closed her mouth, sighed, reached out and grabbed her cousin's hand, which was stained with blood, and sighed: "Cornell, maybe... it was a mistake for you to go on this road today .”

Cornell Stokes sneered at this. Even if it was a mistake, how could it be corrected?All this is already doomed.

After listening to Maria Dillardwin's voice, her voice became firm again, and while wiping the blood on Cornell's palm with a handkerchief, she said, "However, we have reached this step today and there is no going back. It’s possible, for Harlem, for our ideals, we can only go on, so... Cornell, you must do it! Get rid of Domingo’s group and get out of Harlem!”

Cornell gritted his teeth and closed his eyes. He didn't like these things, but just because he didn't like them didn't mean he wouldn't do them. He had done too many things he didn't like over the years. Now even if he doesn't want to do it anymore, it's impossible. He is no longer just himself. He also represents the underground forces in Harlem. Even the one in front of him represents the hope of the rise of Harlem. cousin of the politician!

"Damn it!" He yelled, and ruthlessly broke away from Maria Dillard's palm.

Seeing this, a smile appeared on Maria Dillard's face.

She glanced at the waiter who came in at the door, smiled slightly, and patted Cornell's arm lightly.

"Come on, have a drink, at least now you don't need to worry about these things."

She walked up to the wine bottle that the waiter put on the table, and poured two glasses. At the same time, she slightly raised her eyebrows and glanced at the burly waiter and his ill-fitting waiter's clothes, which looked a little funny, but But because of this, his body is even stronger.

"I haven't seen you." She said accurately, seeming very sure of her memory.

"Ma'am, I'm cleaning the dishes in the back kitchen." Luke Cage nodded and said, his face was flat, and he turned to leave after speaking.

"Hey! Don't go, turn around." Maria Dillard ordered.

This voice also attracted Conor Stokes, who had calmed down again after venting.

"Look at him, how?" Maria Syndra looked at him and asked.

"Whatever." Cornell waved his hand casually.

"Yeah." Maria Dillard nodded, turned her head and said to Luke Cage, "Handsome guy, you don't have to do the dishes in the back kitchen anymore, I have a better way out..."

At this moment, there was a burst of shouting and cursing, and Cornell Stokes frowned. Two black men walked out of the entrance of the room, and a struggling black woman in a red dress was brought in. One of them said to him as soon as he came in: "Water snake, this woman is hiding outside to record."

(End of this chapter)