My Dad is a Boss

Chapter 207 The best extra

Qin Putao originally had no name. Ever since he could remember, he gradually realized the fact that he was living in hell through his differences from others.

Everyone else has a name, and when he meets kind-hearted people who want to help him, they will also ask for his name, but he really has no name, and his biological father always calls him "little bastard".

Name?

He doesn't seem to have it.

When Qin Putao was nine years old, relevant personnel discovered his situation and came to investigate.

The aunt who came to his house was obviously very distressed about his situation. She helped him wipe the dirt off his face, carefully checked his lame leg, and contacted the hospital for him, hoping to find out if his leg could be restored to normal through surgery.

When the aunt asked his name, he was at a loss for a moment. After a long pause, he said, "Grape, my name is Grape."

In fact, his name is not Grape, he has no name. In his vague memory, what he saw most often was a fierce quarrel between a man and a woman.

As the argument escalated, it turned into the man beating the woman unilaterally. The woman screamed and cursed, and then beat him up afterwards.

One day, the woman never came back. The man was furious and almost beat him to death. He huddled together and dared not go home. He had never had a piece of fitting clothing and no one took care of him. He was dirty and looked like a poor little beggar.

A passerby walked by, handed him a piece of red paper, and asked him in a gentle voice if he needed help.

As he stood there stupidly, the man who was like a demon in his memory suddenly jumped out, angrily drove away the passers-by, snatched the paper from his hand, and then his leg became lame.

He endured the pain, limped out of the house, and begged passers-by, but all the money he earned was taken away by the man.

If he didn't get the money, he would be beaten severely.

Outsiders came to express their condemnation, but the man looked like a rogue and no one could do anything to him.

He said he was the father, and as a father, what's wrong with beating the child if he doesn't obey?

Even God has no right to interfere in other people’s family affairs.

The intervention of the law enforcement department was fruitless. The man admitted his mistake verbally, but continued to do as he pleased. If anyone dared to meddle in his business and report the case again, he would throw paint on the person's door and threaten them with a knife.

Gradually, people around him only looked at him with sympathy and pity, but could no longer extend a helping hand to him.

He heard them cursing the man, saying that he had done all sorts of bad things and would definitely get his comeuppance.

This kind of life continued until someone secretly reported that the man did not send his children to school, and then someone came to investigate.

It was also this time that he had a name.

The aunt smiled gently and said that Grape was a good name, and he also smiled a not-so-nicely. The man smoking gave him a look of disdain, but the aunt did not show any disdain. Instead, she praised him for his nice smile.

He was cleaned up and sent to school, but no one wanted to be friends with him because he looked dirty. His father was always swearing and would threaten to kill people's entire family. He was even more vicious to children and would even rob them of their money.

No one likes him, no one wants to get close to him, he is like an invisible man, and is occasionally bullied.

But sometimes, reading can indeed make people wise, and enable them to think from ignorance. But the despair sometimes lies in the fact that after learning to think, people begin to be dissatisfied with the status quo and start to demand more.

Just as he began to complain, why he had such a father, why others could be happy but he could not, fortunately his complaints were cured by a kind aunt who often visited him.

The aunt said that her son was about the same age as him. When she spoke of her son, she was very gentle, so gentle that he felt a pang of envy in his heart.

But apart from the pain, there was more of a beautiful fantasy that it would be great if his mother was an aunt.

The aunt raised donations for him, but the money donated by many kind-hearted people was actually snatched away by the man, and he only had one set of school uniform to wear.

The man ate meat and drank wine, and he could only eat leftovers. After school, he was beaten and kicked by the man and taken to the busy night market to beg at the middle school.

Auntie thought his life was starting to get better, but it wasn't.

His legs were still lame, and the children, whose sense of good and evil had not yet been fully formed, called him a cripple and chased after him, trying to learn how to walk and laughing at him.

Although life is difficult, it seems that the future is bright. As long as he works hard to heal himself, stays strong, and waits to grow up, everything will be fine.

But the little glimpse of light he was able to catch was completely destroyed by the darkness.

When he dragged his exhausted body back home, his biological father was covered in blood and looked panic-stricken. When he saw him, he acted as if he had seen a savior. He dragged his hand and pulled him into the room. In the room, the body of the kind aunt who brought him light was lying in a pool of blood.

He forgot what he felt at the time. He only remembered that he had become a puppet with a knife in his hand, and his father had disappeared.

Until someone reported the case and he was taken away, after a long period of detention, the matter seemed to be settled, but he remembered nothing.

Due to his age, the punishment he received was not severe. At least, compared to a life, the punishment was too light.

He himself didn't remember how long he was locked up there, but he learned one thing in there: if being a good person couldn't escape hell, then he should become a bad person.

The grapes seemed to be rotten, and the rotten grapes emitted a stench that even he could not stand. He became cunning, told lies all the time, became extremely vicious, and he also learned how to disguise himself.

After learning how to disguise himself, he became a good person in the general sense. He studied hard, achieved success late in life, became the child of other people's families, and became a typical representative of self-reliance, self-improvement and perseverance.

When they educate their own children, they would say, "Look at xx. He is so miserable, but he still successfully changed his life through his own efforts."

No one seemed to know what incidents he had been involved in as a young man.

He seemed to have welcomed his own light.

Then, his biological father went missing, and he reported the case himself.

The Law Enforcement Department searched for a long time but still found nothing. Everyone he knew tried to comfort him and counsel him, but he calmly and skillfully disguised different expressions and fooled everyone.

Then he began his revenge.

If a person's obsession is revenge, what should this person do after the revenge is successful?

He actually didn't know, but he knew one thing: a rotten grape that emitted an unbearable stench had no way of returning to its intact peers, and that would only contaminate all the grapes it was with.

Fortunately, there are many dark gaps where the sunlight cannot reach, and in these dark gaps, the foul smell of sewers is everywhere.

He seemed to have found a new meaning of existence.

But there is also a saying that goes, if you walk by the river, you will get your feet wet.

He was being targeted, but they had no evidence, right?

He smiled indifferently and continued doing his own thing. Soon, he met someone who was very similar to him when he was young.

Ah, it’s the familiar plot of a rubbish father bringing him into this world and then throwing him into hell to suffer.

But there are also differences. She was not abandoned by her biological mother, but her life was not good either. In fact, she was worse off than him because she was a girl.

People who live in the sun often have very limited imagination about darkness. Only people in the darkness know how much despair is hidden in the darkness.

Even a tiger will not eat its own cubs, but even a non-toxic person will eat his own cubs.

He reached out his hand to her, as if he was saving his younger self, and together he took her to wander in the darkness, working diligently as a scavenger, cleaning up all the smelly garbage.

Until she was exposed to the sun.

When she was about to be burned by the sun, someone held an umbrella for her. From then on, she and he went their separate ways and became strangers.

Logically, he should have killed her, but he didn't. It is rare to see the sunshine in the darkness, and the most rare thing is that the person who sees the sunshine in the darkness is not burned by the sunshine, but embraces the sunshine instead.

In fact, he had the opportunity to embrace the sunshine, but the sunshine that tore the darkness apart for him was swallowed up by the darkness, so he lost all his light and fell into darkness.

He became a vicious and lawless person, and as the frequency of his crimes increased, he was soon exposed as a target.

The man who arrested him had a pocket watch with a photo of himself and his mother on his chest. During the fight, the pocket watch fell off, revealing the photo inside.

He gave up resistance and faced death calmly.

He remembered that he had encountered light before, and the light brought him life, but the light was swallowed up by the darkness he represented. He completely lost the light and turned to embrace the darkness.

In the misty rain, a man and a woman held an umbrella and put down a bunch of flowers for him. The flowers were soon wet by the rain, and the raindrops dotted on them, as if they were crystal clear dewdrops on the flowers.

"When I first met him, I hated the whole world equally.

By that time, the beast was becoming increasingly unwilling to conceal his true feelings, and even considered forcing himself on me at one point.

He spread the news of my misbehavior everywhere, saying that I had a premature love relationship and a miscarriage, and the way he looked at me was often full of complex contempt.

I was actually very precocious. When he started finding excuses to touch me, I knew he had dirty thoughts in mind. I just didn't know how to resist.

Until, on that rainy day, the beast drank alcohol, and using the alcohol as an excuse, he tore off the human skin he was wearing.

I thought my life would be ruined at that moment, but he knocked on my door holding a black umbrella. ”

"You were a victim of deception in the cases he committed."

"Yes, probably because, from the very beginning, he had no intention of dragging me into the darkness. On the contrary, he was always ready to push me into the sunshine. So, what about you? Do you hate him? Because of him, my aunt died tragically and left you so early..."

The subtle voice floated in the sound of rain and gradually faded away, but the words "I don't hate" still floated clearly above the flowers. The rain stopped, and the sun penetrated the dark clouds and shone onto the earth, covering the expressionless face on the tombstone in the sun.