One Thousand Seventy-Five Owed a Lot

"Little thin monkey, poor and poor, no friends!" On the side of the road, several children carrying schoolbags gathered around a thin boy, singing and laughing non-stop.

The thin and weak boy in the middle didn't say a word, just lowered his head and walked silently towards his home.

He was very used to this kind of thing, anyway, he was a child from a poor family, he didn't have fancy clothes, and he didn't have anything to show off.

His studies are not considered outstanding, and he can only be regarded as a middle-level student in the class. The teacher will not take special care of him, and the other children don't like such an unknown little transparent.

"Your father is a waste! He is a cripple who can't even button himself!" A boy wearing expensive children's clothes suddenly approached the thin little boy and pushed him to the ground.

"Oh!" The children around scattered, laughing and disappeared at the intersection of the street, leaving only the boy who fell down and sat on the side of the road, got up from the ground, and patted his hands as usual.

He was a little sad and a little numb. He looked down at his old trousers and found that there was a little dust on them, so he patted them gently with his hands.

Then he continued to move forward and returned to his home in silence. Putting down his schoolbag, he took out those elementary school homework ten years ago that were more difficult to understand than the heavenly books, spread them on the table and began to write his own homework.

Although he has worked very hard, these problems still give him some headaches. Completing these homework every day has become something he has to do and is already used to.

Soon, the sound of the door opening came, and a middle-aged man with shabby clothes but very clean came in.

He stuffed the key into his pocket before turning around and closing the door. The man took off his shoes at the door, bent down and put them in the shoe cabinet, then put on slippers and walked to the boy.

He pampered the child's head with his hand, looked down at the child's homework for a few seconds, and then walked to the clothes hanger.

Also compared to ten years ago, this home is really more like a home. There are a lot of furniture in the house, shoe cabinets, hangers, wardrobes, big beds, bright and clean windows, and a lot of home appliances.

Although it is not as prosperous as the rich family in Serris, this place is already very good, the humming sound of the refrigerator, the light reflected from the TV hanging on the wall, the brand new computer in the corner... here It's really good!

"What do you want to eat tonight?" The man asked the little boy sitting at the dinner table doing his homework while taking off his clothes.

The little boy sat there silent,

Sometimes he really hated his father, a father who disappeared for a long time and was so useless after returning.

The man didn't speak, he was slightly startled, and then continued to unbutton his chest. He struggled a bit when he undressed, because his other sleeve was empty and hung unnaturally.

"At school? Another kid bullied you?" After some hard work, the man hung his coat on the hanger and looked at his child apologetically.

The child still didn't speak, just lowered his head and wrote his homework there. The room was a little quiet, and the quiet was a bit poignant.

The man walked over and patted his child's head again: "Forget it, if you don't want to talk, you can come back and talk to mom."

A few minutes later, the hostess who was off work at about the same time came back, the door rang again, and an ordinary woman with vegetables opened the door.

She hurried into the room and threw the vegetables on the dining table in a hurry: "Sorry, I'm late!"

"Our unit recently had a personnel transfer, and some little bitches competed with me for that damn position... But it doesn't matter, I'm the one with the best business." The woman patted her son's head while nagging, It's also full of pampering.

She walked into the kitchen nagging, saw the man cleaning up there, grabbed the spatula, and drove the man out: "Go and see the child's homework, I'm here... I don't know what's wrong, no Is everything going well in the war in the Demon Realm? Suddenly there are more orders from my side, is there any change?"

"What could change?" The man sat back on the sofa and looked at the child doing homework: "Look up! Do you still need your eyes?"

After a pause, he continued: "You know, the unit I work for now is the city hall. I'm a small employee. I haven't heard anything about the situation of the war."

"However, I heard from my former comrades-in-arms that the army seems to be planning to recruit more veterans and give more." After saying this, the room was filled with long and dull silence.

"You were supposed to have a large retirement allowance...but you still want to post the money to your comrades who died in battle!" The woman's voice was a little choked up: "Our family is not rich now, but, but you can no longer serve as a soldier gone."

"..." The man didn't speak, he wanted to smoke a cigarette, but the child was at home, so he really didn't want to take out a cigarette in front of the child.

The subsidy, which was enough for them to buy a house, was mailed to a widow in a distant place by him. That poor woman lost her husband at the age of 23. A very cheerful lad.

That young man would write letters to his family every day, and brag to his comrades about how gentle and virtuous his wife was.

The lad will give him his cigarettes, because the lad doesn't smoke himself. So the two became friends, and they agreed to buy a house together with the retirement bonus and become good friends with neighbors after winning.

It's a pity that they were hit by the devil's "missile" during the bloody battle in Angshare. The young man threw him down at the last moment, and his actual actions proved the friendship between them.

He lost his best friend, and his own arm, in that damn fight, or rather, in that damn explosion.

In the kitchen, the sound of a woman chopping vegetables came, but she didn't poke the man's wound again. She even tolerated the man's willfulness and acquiesced in him sending a large sum of money to a widow far away.

Many times, both he and she thought that if they had kept the money, their lives might be completely different now.

After all, to them, that sum of money is not a small sum of money. He also regretted it, regretted giving away the money so hastily. Every time he looked at his child, he felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

That's why he talked about the army's re-recruitment of veterans at such a time. He felt that he owed this family a lot...