Chapter 300: Longing for Freedom (8)

(8) Face-to-face terror

The world is incredible. Who knows when you are suffering because you will be blessed in the future, and who will be wary of the calamity that is quietly taking shape when you are favored?

At the time, people who confessed to me would say that they supported my work and were willing to be a "househusband" at home. Who would believe that I've been at home for 10 years, a housewife for 10 years.

Originally, I was the most free to go to the class reunion, but I was missing one in our dormitory! Alas! I said that I envied their reunion and was happy, Yunxia will go to the 60th anniversary celebration in 2011, aha, my heart is full of expectations again!

If you think about it carefully, the school celebration is on June 1, and it is the time when my son is taking the high school entrance examination, and the junior high school entrance examination is delayed, and the only way to make up for it is to take the high school entrance examination, so why do you have to go to a better school! Having a child is really an endless trouble.

"There was a farmer in the valley of Simalan named Jes Allaxun, who was outwardly poor but had a lot of money for himself. He has a daughter

His name is Karen, and he often has poor boys to propose, and he is very angry, so he beats his wife to relieve his anger.

He lifted off her headscarf with the tip of his rod, and there was no hair on it, revealing a round bald head with a very sad look. Do it

The husband didn't say a word, and the head splitting was a beating, but she didn't resist, and the beating was so painful that she called two sadly

Sound. ”

"Karen's best friend, the poor boy Lauster, hacked him to death with an axe when he was scolded by Jess Allah. second

He was sentenced to death, and the mother and daughter were sentenced to life imprisonment as accomplices. ”

This is a story written by the 1944 Nobel Prize winner in literature at the beginning of the last century, exactly 100 years ago. I don't know why, like me, who casually flip through a long story and memorize the main plot of less than 100 words, but I still remember one of the details vividly:

She looked at her husband who had fallen to the ground in a daze, but did not approach the body. She took out the wick of the candle, and the living room suddenly became

It's bright.

She was still standing there, still holding the hammer in her hand, and she felt as if God had been right for so long

She said that the tip of the hammer should have pierced the eye of Jez Allazun. That thought has been tempting her to do it.

This must have been fate, she thought......

Sometimes I wonder why I have an accident every four years and am frightened in a state of despair, is it because I have read too many tragic stories and seen too many tragic realities, and I have to get rid of the entanglement in my heart in this way?

However, there was no accident that was more terrifying than the night at the end of May this year, when my husband brandished a kitchen knife in front of me, because the previous ones were all reminiscences, but this time it was a real face-to-face horror......