The first thousand nine hundred and fifty-three chapters evil
Is the world fair?
have no idea.
Some people say it is fair, and many more people say it is unfair.
Maybe this world is really unfair, in most people's minds.
A poor child grew up under the sole care of his mother. He always envied other people's fathers and their warm cabins. Why was he born so unlucky? He didn't know. At that time, he couldn't think too much about it.
Far.
When he was ten years old, his mother passed away. It was early one morning, and he found her in the manger under the awning. Mom was exhausted. She grinded the grass very late last night, and she had to grind it well today.
He picked some forage and went to the town market to exchange money for potatoes, bran cakes and a piece of brown bread, otherwise they would have to starve again today, and the brown bread was because it was his birthday today.
His mother left so suddenly. He sat under the awning in a daze, wondering what the future would be like.
He went wandering alone, hundreds of kilometers away. That was when he was six years old when his father was still there. He went to his aunt's house for the last time. He remembered that it was four hundred kilometers away.
After several months of begging along the way, he encountered countless indifferences and supercilious looks before he found the hut that he had a vague impression of in his memory.
Yes, it was here, this was his aunt's home. Although it was just a small wooden house on the outskirts of the city, the light from the house made him feel warm. He couldn't wait to knock on the door. Although his aunt and her husband
His face looked a little ugly, but he still let him in.
The house was really warm, much better than the thatched house that he and his mother had with bare walls and air leakage. His aunt's attitude towards him on the first night was quite good. Although she was a bit cold, she still accepted him and gave him food.
But the next day, his aunt's attitude changed and she asked him to be driven away. She stayed until he kept pleading. From that day on, he was thrown into the utility room in the backyard and lived with the vicious dog in the backyard.
Together.
His aunt was very mean and never let him eat at the table. She could only eat the leftovers left by them when they were clearing away the dishes after eating. Every time it was cold soup, and every time there were only vegetables and potatoes left. And everything was
He has to do the tableware and all the housework.
The beating always came as scheduled after he broke the dishes. He didn't understand why the people in his aunt's family were so cruel to him. Maybe he didn't do well enough. Later, he worked hard to learn to do everything well and clean the house.
Every corner, every piece of dust, but the beatings still didn't lessen, and in the end they kept beating me when I couldn't find any reason.
Once, he stole a piece of meat from the plate, and his aunt's fat son saw it and complained. That time he was beaten even more severely, his foot was broken, and he was picked up by a chain next to the toilet for a week.
He had never eaten anything decent. From then on, he felt that everyone in his aunt's family was a devil, including his aunt, uncle, their fat son, and their two vicious daughters. Everyone bullied him, and everyone bullied him.
People use him as a toy to vent their anger.
He thought about running away. When he was 12 years old, he ran away, but happened to bump into his uncle who was off work on the street. The beating broke his ribs, and he was vomiting blood for a whole year, and he was imprisoned.
Under strict supervision, his daily meals changed from two meals to one, and the amount of work he had to do became more and more as he grew older.
When he was 15 years old, his aunt's fat son accidentally burned down his neighbor's house, and he escaped from the family chaos. In the following six months, he had been wandering around, traveling to many places and passing through many towns.
He moved goods in shops, helped at the docks, and went to beg in wealthy residential areas. Just as he was using the money he earned to build up a small savings, a tax official snatched his money bag and threw him away.
Prison. The reason is that he, a beggar, shouldn't have ten gold coins hidden on his person, so he must have stolen them.
It was a tax official from the Water Kingdom. He told the people in prison the reasons, explaining that all his money came from his own labor, but no one cared about what he said. No one cared.
He was imprisoned for a month and a half, and was whipped five times and humiliated many times by the inmates. It wasn't until the jailers were sure that they couldn't get any more out of him that they threw him away like garbage to prevent him from getting hurt.
He died in prison.
After he was released from prison, he had a high fever and fell in an unnoticed corner, waiting for death in a daze. Until the appearance of a little girl seemed to open a window into the darkness of his soul and illuminated it.
his world.
The girl saved him and gave him sweet sugar water and half of the white bread in her hand. He didn't know how he still had the strength to speak. Maybe it was because of the girl's smile. She smiled brightly, like a yellow flower.
She is endowed with warmth and her voice is pleasant to hear, crisp and hearty, like the magic nectar brewed by elves, refreshing the heart.
"May I have your name?"
"My name is Jesika, what's yours?"
"I...I forgot, my name seems to be Jim."
"Jim? Haha, what you say is really interesting."
The girl smiled again, innocently, like the sun today.
The girl came to see him every day, wiping his sweat during the day and covering him up at night. In this way, he survived the high fever and became energetic.
He went to a quarry to get a job, because the girl's family lived next to the quarry outside the city, and their family made tombstones for people. The girl went to school in the city every day, so he followed her behind silently every day, delivering the goods.
The girl goes to school, then goes back to work in the quarry, and then silently picks her up from school in the evening.
The work in the quarry was extremely tiring, but he was still looked down upon. Sometimes the violence didn't just come from the roughnecks. The indifferent expressions, sarcastic voices, and unbridled ridicules were all deeply hurtful.
Violence. He is an outsider and a newcomer, and he is squeezed out by his coworkers every day.
Fortunately, there was this girl. The girl stayed with him like an angel. They talked together during the day and sang together in the evening. She taught him the words in books and taught him magic and swordsmanship in school. Although his life was hard, he still lived happily.
.This feeling is like family, like a sister caring for her brother, and he once again experienced the care of his family.
Time passed day by day, and more than half a year passed. He built a hut with bricks and wood outside the quarry, and began to learn how to make simple furniture. He thought that life would get better and better, and he would look at girls.
He grew up slowly, until that day he invited the girl to his home to celebrate his housewarming.
They were very happy that night. He drank some wine, but not too much. The girl sang a blessing song for him. The meaning of the lyrics was that she hoped that his life would get better and better. But just when they were the happiest.
, the house he built with his own hands collapsed, and the big rocks falling from the beams hit the girl. The girl failed to survive that night and died on the way to the hospital. And he... and he...
Why did the kind-hearted girl die? Why could the greedy tax collector and the devil-like aunt's family live well? He blamed himself, felt guilty, but was puzzled. He had never done a bad thing, so why were there so many?
Nightmare like experience? My mother is so hardworking and frugal, why can’t she live a good life even until she dies?
why why why????
Why is God so unfair, letting evil go free and good people suffering misfortune?
He asked himself this question over and over again, and asked God over and over again, why did the little girl and her mother end up like this?
Finally, he thought about it for a few days and figured it out. If God couldn't give him a fair answer, then he would stand on the top of this unfairness and get everything he wanted, and take back all the injustice to his mother and the little girl.
!!
He shouted to the sky: "From today on, good Jim is dead! I want to be the worst evil person in the world, do you hear me?!!"
Dobu is his mother's name, and Jessica is the little girl's name. Put these two names together and turn them around to form - Bodokashijie!!