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"The Boy"
"Roll on, you useless thing!" The bearded man waved the wine bottle in his hand impatiently and shouted, "I might as well raise you than a pig, the money has not been earned back, and I have even lost the plate broken by the boss." ”
Alain looked at the scruffy man in front of him, his mouth was silent, and his heart wanted to escape from this stinky home.
Like all the little lepers on this street, Alain's life is more miserable. His poor mother died on the operating table in a massive bleeding during childbirth, and all day long he knew that his alcoholic father had a rare brain clearer, and used this medical accident to blackmail the hospital for a sum of money. Alain's mother was pushed into the incinerator and burned clean, leaving the little weak baby alone to face this difficult world.
The child without a mother is a grass, perhaps the weed is humble enough to be tough, in the environment of no mother and no father, Alain's grass actually survived, and barely read to junior high school. He loved the school, but unfortunately never had the chance to continue. In the eyes of Alain's father, Alain had reached an age where he could earn money to spend for him, what books to read, and what to waste money.
Alain had been out of school for a month, and he had been sent by his father to the restaurant next door to work as a odd job, and the little money he earned had been taken directly from his boss by his father. Like a cheap money-making tool, he repeatedly washed dishes and poured water every day, and early in the morning he had to go to the market to drag back all the dishes he had ordered the day before, and then began to clean. He could see his former companions carrying their school bags on their backs on the way to school in the early morning, while he could only drag the heavy basket of vegetables back into the darkness step by step, with no light and no end.
Such days, he did not want to continue, he had to get out of here.
Alain's father actually had money, but he hid it, just behind the mirror of the washbasin, a bulging pile of money wrapped in oil paper.
One foggy morning, Alain took advantage of his father's drunkenness to steal the money behind the mirror and stuff it into his green military bag, everything ready to go, and he thought he would never return to this rotten home. But when Alain opened the door, but was dragged back by a huge force, he turned his head and saw his father's scarlet eyes.
The weather was gloomy, and Alain staggered down the road, his eyes a little confused, and a little forgetting how he had escaped through the door, the bus to the provincial city was parked on the side of the road, and the conductor was collecting money and selling tickets in an orderly manner. Alain raised his legs and ran hard in the direction of the bus, and the car had a little mixed sound playing the song "Teenager", and the clear female voice reverberated powerfully in the air: "I am still the teenager I was before, and there is no change in the slightest..."
The editor's comments on the original manuscript are very sharp, directly pointing out that this article has no theme!
Well, today's practice of writing is here, you can compare the context to see, what places have been modified by the editor? If it were us, how would we change it?
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