85 Memories

Leon looked at the man, who was like a nightmare to him, and fell into his memories.

He returned to the time when he was beaten up by Simon when he was a child. His body seemed to have memories, and he felt a dull pain.

When Leon saw Simon again, he thought he had grown up and could do it!

If Leon’s memories only had a faint memory of his mother’s embrace, then Simon was a nightmare he could not forget.

Leon couldn’t remember when Vivian had left the house. He only remembered when Simon beat him up, there were only the two of them living in the house. He would beat and scold him every day as if it were a meal.

Leon remembered when the stove was not warm enough. He was already in charge of household chores. The reason he didn’t need to cook was that Simon was too lazy to buy groceries and didn’t bear to give him the money.

At that time, Simon would always return after eating. He would be starved if he didn’t remember, but he would always buy bread for himself. This was his meal for the day, and getting beaten up seemed to be the fee he paid.

When he grew up, he watched a boxing match in a boxing hall in town and imitated it. He began his first resistance in his life. Due to the difference in strength, the outcome was tragic. He was beaten until he spat out blood.

At that time, Leon thought that he would die just like that. However, his grandfather found him at the door. He scolded Simon, but it didn’t change the situation for Leon. Instead, it made the beating worse.

Simon was like a cat playing with a mouse, taking pleasure in beating up Leon.

This situation continued until Simon started to be with all kinds of women. At that time, he only returned home once every few days. Only then did Leon feel he was living like a human. Although he had to go out to pick up garbage to eat, at least he didn’t have to be beaten every day.

After Simon and a young woman left, with his grandfather’s care, Leon finally lived the good life he thought he would.

Then, he asked with interest, “By the way, why didn’t you stay in your hometown and come to the capital?”

When Leon heard this, he clenched his teeth and didn’t reply. He only stared at Simon.

Simon didn’t mind. He sized up Leon and said, “It seems like you’re doing well. You’re wearing branded goods all over. Did the old man buy them for you?”

The old man in his mouth was his own father, Leon’s grandfather.

After Simon left his hometown, he never returned. He only contacted his fair-weather friend back in his hometown shortly after he left. He accidentally found out that Leon was being raised by his father. After that, for various reasons, he did not contact him again. It was equivalent to cutting off all contact with his family.

Leon was very nervous now. He was annoyed that he couldn’t have planned it well before taking action. It was okay if something happened to him, but what if he implicated his mother?

The first thing that came to Leon’s mind was to prevent Simon from being suspicious of him in case he called back to his hometown and found out he had been taken away by his mother.

After making up his mind, Leon forced himself to calm down. “Grandpa died a few years ago. I’ve already dropped out of school and stopped studying. I’ve been working in my hometown to earn some money. I heard that the salary here in the capital is high, so I wanted to come here and try my luck.”

“I bought these clothes from a second-hand store. When I went for an interview, the boss refused to accept me because I was wearing tattered clothes, so I bought a good set of clothes for the interview.”

Simon didn’t doubt Leon’s words. First of all, without the old man’s help, it was logical for Leon to drop out of school to work if he didn’t want to starve to death. Second, the capital was the face of the country, so it wasn’t strange for the boss to have such a request.

Simon continued to move closer to Leon while smoking. “Ehere are you staying now?”

When Leon saw Simon’s approaching figure, his body tensed up and he swallowed his saliva. He thought of the slums he had seen in the car these few days and replied, “I’m staying at the cross-section.”