under hope

This is a story that took place in the early days of the founding of the Republic. At that time, the country had not yet established an academy of sciences, and society was not very stable.

The stage of the story is located in a small village in the northern part of the Republic, where the legend of the black and white angels was once spread.

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"Ha...ha...oh...slow down..."

She froze in front of the house, listening to her mother's gasping voice inside the house.

It happened again, her mother brought a man she didn't know home again. This was already the seventh time..

She put her schoolbag on the ground, took out her homework and lay down in front of the counter to write.

The family made a living by running the canteen business, and her father worked far away. I heard that he drove a truck.

"oh! oh! How could this be……"

The noise in the room got louder, which annoyed her, so she turned towards the door and shouted:

"Mother! Keep your voice down, I'm doing my homework!"

But the sound in the house did not decrease as she wanted, but became more intense.

She had to cover her ears and cursed in her heart that the activities in the house had to end quickly.

After a while, the door opened a crack, and the disheveled mother came Leaning out half of the body from behind the door

"Why...are you...back?"

My mother gasped, picked up the mineral water on the cabinet nearby and drank most of it.

"Today is Friday, only half day!"

She shouted to her mother with some annoyance.

"That's it, there are noodles for lunch there, you are hot...ah! Why are you so anxious..."

My mother pointed to the kitchen. Before she could finish her words, she suddenly screamed and hit her behind several times as if she was complaining.

"That's it... warm it up and I'll keep your voice down."

The mother spoke to her apologetically, then retreated into the house and closed the door tightly.

The voice was indeed much quieter. She quickly seized this opportunity and tried her best to write a few more questions.

"Hey...you can't, it's too fast!"

Before she finished her homework, another high-pitched shout came from the room, and she covered her ears in pain.

Some boys in the school said that her mother was a lewd woman and asked her to follow her father quickly.

She also had it several times. She wanted to call her father, but the only mobile phone at home was on her mother.

To be honest, she didn't understand what her mother was doing with the strange man in the house, but she vaguely felt that it was a shameful thing.

Her mother's behavior had already The news had spread throughout the village, but few people informed her father.

She had seen the village director come to her mother to talk about it, but since entering the house, the village director no longer mentioned it.

Grandpa and grandma He died early, and his grandma and grandpa were far away from home. Everyone turned a blind eye to it.

My mother and strangers were happy, but I and my father were the only ones in pain.

"Hello! Look, it’s the slut’s daughter!"

Several naughty children in the village passed by her home. They not only threw stones at the glass of the home, but also laughed at her.

She blocked her ears with her fingers, buried her head deeply, and tears kept falling.

Why, why My mother was such a person, she was so gentle before.

Those strange men were not nice to her. They would spit in disgust when they saw her. One of them even wanted to touch her.

She was very scared, and she really wanted to tell her Father

""Ding bell" the doorbell rang suddenly, and a man in rich clothes was standing in front of the container in the house, picking something.

Coming to buy something?

She felt incredible. Ever since her mother started bringing all kinds of men into the house, there were not many people in the canteen at home. Here he comes.

The man's face is very white, and there is almost no blood. He is wearing a black three-cornered hat, and his hair is red.

She heard the teacher say that it is a hat only worn by people from the West China. He is from a foreign country. Is he a human?

She felt a little excited, and her big eyes kept staring at the man.

""Uh...uh...so big..."

A humiliating voice came from inside the room. The man moved his ears and turned his head in confusion.

Oh, damn mother! She obviously said she would keep her voice down, but now she really wants to Find a crack in the ground and crawl into it

"It's not easy for you."

The man suddenly spoke to her. It was in the Republic language. His gentle tone moved her a little.

"How is your father?"

The man slowly came towards her and asked again.

"Dad works out of town."

She lowered her head and replied softly.

"Oh, poor kid."

The man stretched out his hand and stroked her hair, as if to comfort her.

This was the first time someone had such a reaction. The people who came before either looked like they had seen a ghost or left with red faces.

The man's hand did not temperature, but her heart felt warm. When she raised her head, she saw a pair of red pupils.

"I can teach you something, do you need it?"

The man pointed at her homework.

"well, thanks."

Her heart has been completely captured by the other person. The man is so gentle and handsome.

Time passed quickly. With the man's company, she could no longer hear the sound in the house, and her homework was quickly completed.

"It's getting late, I should go."

Seeing her starting to put away the books, the man also stood up, took out a painting from his arms and spread it flat on the counter.

The painting was an angel with no facial features, half white and half black.

"Dee, man."

The man read out the name word by word.

"Di...man?" she repeated,

"Yes, He is the God of justice and destruction, and when you can no longer bear it, pray to Him."

The man smiled mysteriously, left the scroll on the counter, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The sound in the room also stopped. An unshaven man opened the door, hurriedly got dressed and left.

"I won't be back tonight, so don't run around at home alone."

Immediately afterwards, my mother walked out of the house wearing a dress that exposed her navel. She touched up her makeup in the mirror and walked away.

She put away the painting.In the drawer, I ran to check out the noodles my mother mentioned.

As soon as she opened the lid of the pot, as she expected, the noodles were soaked in a pool of colorless liquid, and they became stringy when she moved the spoon.

Ever since my mother started bringing strange men home, this disgusting stuff would appear in the meals she left behind.

She ate instant noodles again today, looking forward to the red-haired man coming again, and hoping that her father would come back soon.

At night, she curled up in the blanket and couldn't sleep. The room was filled with a stinky smell, and all the quilts in the house were soaked.

She found clothes in her closet that had some white stains on them, which made her feel sick to her stomach.

She had thrown away those clothes.

She couldn't stop shaking her body and covered her head tightly with the only blanket that didn't smell.

She couldn't remember what she fell asleep on. She only knew that when she woke up in the morning, her mother's door had been locked, and there was a pair of unfamiliar leather shoes at the door.

"Come back quickly, dad, take me away quickly."

The expectation for her father is already her biggest motivation to live.