"Ah Tai, go and get someone."
When Ah Tai heard this sentence in a trance, he did not care where that voice came from. All he knew was that this voice gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
He threw his wooden shovel aside and dashed out.
"Help! My mother is dead!"
He yelled as he ran.
The rain was much lighter now, so his voice could be heard clearly by the nearby families.
A few people walked out and stopped him to inquire about what happened.
He wept and shook his head. "I don't know. I was in the kitchen. When I heard the noise and came out, my mother was already dead."
Actually, he was not close to his mother.
Ever since his father's death, his mother's attitude towards him had changed.
After a while, she brought an unfamiliar man home.
The man usually refused to let him eat. He even kicked or hit him. However, his mother would only watch coldly from the side. She had never spoken up to stop him.
