Chapter 3 — Awakening Brick

Later, the house was repaired with the money my mother saved from working at the garment factory. Duc Hai Street only spent a few trucks of sand. But over the years, he has always said this is the Duong family's house. He used this house to lock my mother up. Also rely on it to scare her. I gave the copy to the police. "The land documents and house repair bills are all still there." "My mother kept the originals." "Duong Duc Hai, on what basis did you make her afraid?" Duong Duc Hai's face changed. "You stole things?" I looked at him. "When you beat my mother, why didn't you ask yourself where you were based?" Grandmother Wei was frantic. "That's also our Duong family's yard!" I turned my head to look at her. "Grandma and nephew." Tham." "This yard has never had the surname Duong." The blood on Ma Thuy's face disappeared. Duc Duc Giang also stopped smiling. Tonight they sat here not just to eat. They also intended to force my mother to take out twenty thousand yuan to pay for Duong Hao's tuition. In the afternoon, I heard it in the kitchen. Duong Duc Giang said his sister-in-law had worked at the factory for so many years and could not help but have savings. Ma Thuy said keeping a woman's money is of no use. Grandma Wei said Ngoc Mai was weak, Duc Hai only needed to shout and she would take out the money. My mother was completely unaware. She thought she was just cooking rice slowly. But they calculated her down to her very bones. The policeman kept the video on his phone. "First take the injured person to the hospital for examination." "The remaining people cooperate in the investigation." Finally, Duc Duc Hai was frightened. He took a step forward, lowering his voice. "Duong Am, do you have to destroy this house?" I supported my mother. "The house was not destroyed by me." "It was broken by each slap you gave." Finally, my mother's tears fell. Not bursting into tears. Only one drop fell onto the back of her already scratched hand. I took her out. Behind, Duc Duc Hai suddenly shouted: "Tham Ngoc Mai, if you dare to leave today, don't ever come back!" My mother's footsteps stopped. I felt her hands shaking. All the Duong family members looked at her. They waited for her to bow. Waiting for her for more than twenty years to say that she was wrong. I also looked at her. After a long while, she slowly turned around. Her face was swollen, but her voice was clear. "Duong Duc Hai." "The one who has to go away is you." Duong Duc Hai was stunned. Grandma Wei shouted. The police frowned and asked her to be quiet. At this moment, Duong Hao suddenly picked up my phone from the side of the table. He opened the photo album, a cruel look on his face. "Sister, don't be complacent." "The video is gone, let's see what you can sue for!" I turned around. His finger was already pressing towards the delete button. 04 Duong Hao's finger had not even touched it yet, I said: "Just delete it." His movements stopped. Everyone looked at me. I looked at the phone in his hand. "You delete it from the phone, I still have the backup copy." The fierce look on Duong Hao's face immediately stiffened. Duc Duc Giang quickly shouted at him: "Don't press haphazardly!" But Duong Hao was panicked. His hand shook, the phone almost fell into the bowl of soup. The policeman walked over and took the phone back. "You're planning to destroy evidence right in front of us, have you thought through the consequences?" Duong Hao's face turned red. "I'm just watching." I laughed. "You didn't say that just now." Ma Thuy immediately shielded himself in front of him. "He's still just a child." I looked at her. "I'm in high school, I know that deleting videos but don't know that hitting people is illegal?" Ma Thuy was stopped by me. throat. Grandma Wei put her hands on the table, panting. "Duong Am, do you want to force your father to die?" I hung up the phone. "Grandma, you should have said this ten minutes ago." "When your son hit my mother for the tenth time, why didn't you say you would force him to death?" Grandma Wei's face stiffened. Duc Hai Street still exists

was about to open his mouth. The police officer immediately asked him to stand aside. "Stop arguing." "Take the injured person to the hospital." "The process of beating someone, later come to the station and explain clearly." Duong Duc Hai stared at my mother. That look was like a hook. Mom instinctively took a half step back. I stood in front of her. "It's useless for you to look at her anymore." "She won't hide it for you today." Duong Duc Hai smiled coldly. "Tham Ngoc Mai, think carefully." "If you follow her, don't kneel down and beg to come back in the future." My mother's hands shook again. She was imprisoned by this sentence for more than twenty years. Every time we argue, he says the same thing. Don't kneel down and beg to return. Don't expect to eat a single meal in this house. Don't forget who feeds you. But his so-called survival was just taking her salary, imprisoning her, and bending her spine little by little. I squeezed her hand. “Mom, let's go.” She looked at the main house. Look at the dishes that have not yet been brought to the kitchen. Finally, she looked at the cracked corner of the table. At that moment, it seemed like she finally saw something clearly. She nodded. "Let's go." Aunt Ngo quickly walked over to support her other side. "Ngoc Mai, first go check on the injury."