So she dragged the dead dog towards her home.

I followed her quietly. After all, I should have a share of the dog meat, right?

Her home is under a remote bridge, with a tent set up beside the river.

I boiled some hot water and started plucking the hair, while she went to collect some firewood and seasonings.

The taste of dog meat is just average. Of course, maybe my taste is unique.

But she ate with relish, swallowing two-thirds of the meat into her little stomach.

What a foodie, I couldn’t help but think.

If she could take part in a big eating competition, I think she would enjoy eating very much.

Maybe it was because we had eaten dog meat together, but our relationship gradually became closer.

Whenever I got home from school, she would wait for me far away from the school gate.

When I had nothing to do, I would accompany her to the south corner of the city to pick up cans to exchange for money.

Chapter 138 What is the price of becoming a demon (3)

The school bell rang, and I packed my bag and prepared to leave the classroom.

“Wudou, the physical education teacher wants you to go to the gym.”

A boy said this to me and then walked away.

I sensed something was wrong, but didn’t think much of it.

When I arrived at the gymnasium, I saw three boys waiting for me there.

It seemed like they were unhappy with me and wanted to teach me a lesson.

One of the boys with dyed yellow hair couldn’t wait to walk towards me, cursing and shaking his fist at me.

I grabbed his fist with my left hand and threw him to the ground with an over-the-shoulder throw.

Suddenly, he lay on the ground and fell asleep.

I really envy him for having such good sleep quality, unlike me who always suffers from insomnia at night.

When another boy who was in cahoots with Huangmao saw this, he was so scared that he pointed at my head and cursed at me, but he was slowly backing away.

It looks like a stupid dog that only knows how to bark.

I looked at his frightened expression and couldn’t help but think so.

If I cut off his fingers one by one, I think the expression on his face would be very interesting.

Seeing that they didn’t dare to make any unnecessary movements, I picked up my schoolbag on the ground, put my hands in my pockets, and walked outside.

They didn’t dare to stop me, but at the same time, they couldn’t stop me.

When I walked to the school gate, I saw her standing there waiting for me.

Maybe it was because I came out too late, so she ran to the school gate to find me.

“Wow wow wow…”

She looked at me with concern in her eyes, gesturing with her fingers up and down, and whimpering sounds coming out of her mouth.

She is a mute, a little mute who can’t speak.

The classmates around me looked at me strangely, as if they didn’t expect that I, an excellent student in the eyes of the teacher, would have a connection with a beggar.

“Let’s go.”

I ignored the gazes around me, took the little mute’s wrist, and walked away.

Today I agreed with her to go fishing in the river together.

Looking at the clear river flowing in front of me, I rolled up my trouser legs and walked into the river.

Because my home is in the countryside, I have been good at catching fish since I was a child, and I caught a fish in a short while.

The little mute looked very happy, and his dark red cheeks showed a happy smile.

After I caught a few more fish, I headed towards the shore.

The little mute had already prepared a fire. He held a sharp wooden stick in his hand and inserted it into the fish’s mouth and roasted it in the fire.

However, her fish grilling skills seemed to be very poor. I could smell the burnt smell from quite a distance away.

“Let me bake it.”

The little mute made a humming sound and handed the grilled fish in his hand to me.

I sat next to her, took it gently, and tore off the burnt part of the fish with my hands.

The little mute sat next to me with his hands on his chin, watching me grilling fish quietly.

And I just grilled the fish quietly without saying a word.

I am not talkative, and I haven’t been talkative since I was a child.

“It’s baked.”

I handed the grilled fish in my hand to the little mute.

She was very happy and started to eat the fish after taking it.

I then continued to grill the fish.

As soon as the little mute finished eating, I handed the grilled fish to her.

She accepted the offer and started eating the grilled fish.

I looked at her flat belly quietly, wanting to use a knife to cut open her belly to see what was inside that could make her eat so much.

After the little mute took the last grilled fish from my hand, he looked at me with a puzzled look and made a whimpering sound.

I think she was probably asking me why I didn’t eat grilled fish.

I shook my head and handed the last grilled fish in my hand to her.

I don’t like eating fish, maybe because there are too many bones in fish, which makes it difficult to eat.

Or maybe for some other reason, I don’t like eating fish, and I even hate it.

After I killed some boring time at the little mute’s place, I returned home.

The mother was staring at the ceiling with a dull look in her eyes.

When she heard my movement, she mechanically took the food out of the pot and put it on the table, and then continued to look at the ceiling.

It seemed that there was something on that white wall that was worth her careful attention.

I also raised my head and looked at the ceiling, and saw my reflection burning in the flames on the white painted wall.

But when I looked closely, it suddenly disappeared.

I am a little curious about what kind of scene that white wall represents in my mother’s eyes.

……

Time passes slowly.

I thought I would just live an ordinary life like this.

But what I didn’t expect was that when I was in the second semester of junior high school, my mother suddenly fell ill and was hospitalized.

When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor handed me a white medical form, saying that I was in the late stage of renal failure and that my life would be in danger if I didn’t get a kidney transplant quickly.

Without thinking twice, I signed the kidney transplant commitment letter and went with the doctor to have a blood test.

After coming back from the blood test, I sat next to my mother and picked up a knife to help her peel the fruit.

She stared at the ceiling of the hospital with dull eyes and said nothing.

I put the peeled apple close to my mother’s mouth, but she just glanced at me and turned her head away.

I gently placed the peeled apple on the table and started peeling another one.

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After a while, the doctor knocked on the door and asked me to come out.

I put the knife next to my mother and turned to leave the ward.

When I came outside, the doctor told me the shocking news, that is, my blood was not a match with my mother’s.

When I heard the doctor’s words, a hint of surprise flashed through my mind.

I didn’t expect that I was not my mother’s son.

I returned to the ward and prepared to ask my mother some questions about my life experience.

But unexpectedly, my mother committed suicide.

The cowardly mother stabbed the knife into her own neck, just like I killed my father.

The white ceiling was painted with red paint.

I walked to my mother’s side and raised my head to look at the ceiling painted red.

I…seem to know why my mother always looks at the ceiling.

In the following days, I began to deal with my mother’s funeral.

It was very easy to deal with because my mother had no so-called friends or relatives in this city.

During my mourning period, the little mute looked at me once from a distance and then disappeared.

I returned to the small village where I came from, holding my mother’s urn.

The small village has been deserted, with only broken walls and ruins left.

I searched for a long time based on my memory before I found the address of my original home.

There are dandelions and some weeds here.

After I buried my mother’s urn in the soil, I turned around and left.