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"Youth Digest" "Angel Wings" talks about Ali's article
Angel Wings □ Text/Die Wu Cang Hai Youth Digest 2007.7 Green Edition·Dearest Love and Family Ali is my brother, and he is also a famous gangster in our small town. Everyone knows that his fists and feet have no eyes, and they also know that his dagger never leaves his body. The old people said that Ali was the reincarnation of the devil and a born evil. But I know that Ali’s evil is not innate. Ali is three years older than me. When we were playing house with him when we were young, I would always grab his ears and force him to lie on the ground and ride on me as a horse. At that time, Ali was so timid that even killing a chicken would scare him to tears. In 1991, when I was 11 years old, illness took my father away. Ali didn't shed a single tear. After burying his father, Ali became taciturn. One day, Ali came back from school. He was covered in injuries and one of his front teeth was missing. My mother and I rushed over in panic to find out what was going on, but he violently threw us away and rushed out. Ali did not come back that night, and none of us knew where he had gone. Ali changed completely from that night on. 14-year-old Ali learned to smoke, drink, skip classes, and fight with the gangsters in society all day long. The school gave Ali three serious punishments and expelled him from school. Ali became more unscrupulous. He hung a sandbag in the center of the living room and practiced boxing every day. I dare not look at Ali's eyes when he was practicing boxing. They were not human eyes at all, more like the ferocity of a predator facing its prey. A When I was in high school, I was stopped by two older boys on the way home from school one day. They complimented me on my beauty and asked me in detail about my class and name before letting me go. I was a little scared and told my mother when I got home. When Ali heard this, he got very angry and pointed at my nose and yelled: "You still have the nerve to say that! Look at your hairpins and clothes, they are so colorful and colorful that you look like a bitch, and you are so pretentious that you think you are so pretty, bah!" The more he said, The more annoyed I became, he tore my new clothes with a "chi" sound, then took off the hairpin on my head and broke it in half. The next day, I was forced by Ali to put on my washed-white school uniform. I cried while wearing it. The little girlish vanity and dignity that I had just sprouted were ruthlessly killed by Ali. But in fact, it’s not just vanity that’s being killed? I fell in love with a boy named Hui in my class. He was handsome and had good grades. I hoped that I could attract him like a princess in a glass slipper. But Ali cruelly beat me back to Cinderella's world. I just walked out of school after school that night, and suddenly a large circle appeared around me. There were hoodlums on bicycles all around me, as many as 20 of them! A local gangster told me that Ali asked them to come and see if I dared to "attract bees and butterflies" again. This mighty bicycle team escorted me for a week, and then I became a "celebrity" in the school. No boy dared to say another word to me anymore, and girls who were once close to me gradually distanced themselves from me. In this way, Ali made my entire high school years depressed, desolate and lonely. I had nothing to rely on but to gnaw away at textbooks, turning myself into a soulless bookworm. Seeing Hui chatting and laughing with other girls made me jealous and unwilling. The east is not bright and the west is bright, I vow to make Hui look at me with admiration. When I graduated, I got my wish and was admitted to a prestigious university in Shanghai with far superior results. B During my time in Shanghai, I felt more relaxed than ever before because I was far away from Ali. The only thing I can't worry about is my mother. My mother told me that Ali was watching the scene in a nightclub, and the scene was very chaotic. I could hear worry in my mother's tone, and I said angrily that it would be better for him to die outside. My mother remained silent, and there was a faint sob on the phone. At that time, I hated Ali even more. How could an inhumane person like Ali understand the deep love of a loving mother? In order to save travel expenses, I did not go home for three years in college. Occasionally, my mother would cautiously mention Ali, and I would hang up the phone decisively. In those three years, Ali had no contact with me in any way, and we both forgot about each other's existence. It wasn’t until my senior year of internship that I returned to my familiar hometown. I didn't notify my mother because I wanted to give her a surprise. When I opened the door with the key, I was shocked to see my mother lying on the bed wearing a sweater and woolen pants, but it was scorching hot at that time! I knew that my mother had a chronic problem with rheumatism, but I didn’t know that it had become so serious. I feel heartbroken when I think that my mother is so ill and there is no one around to bring her tea or water. After blaming myself, I started yelling at Ali for being so cruel. But my mother covered my mouth and asked in a trembling voice with tears in her eyes: "Have we been bullied since your father passed away?" I already had a premonition of what my mother was going to tell me. It turned out that my mother's health had already failed when I was a freshman, and all my expenses were paid for by Ali's hard work; it turned out that Ali's injury when he was 14 years old was because of us. At that time, a gangster used obscene words on Ali's way home from school. His words insulted my mother and me. After Ali beat the gangster with all his strength until he begged for mercy, he suddenly felt that only his fists could protect us from being bullied by bad guys, so Ali made a desperate move and became a gangster, leaving me the opportunity to study. And they forced me to get into the best university... I rushed out like crazy and went to Ali's place. As a result, I saw Ali at the door. He was walking out with his head covered with one hand. Blood was flowing down between his fingers, like strips of red earthworms crawling on the back of his hand. It was so shocking. The moment our eyes met, Ali remained expressionless and took a motorcycle before I could say anything and left. I followed Ali to a dilapidated rental house in the alley. After closing the door, Ali rummaged through the boxes and cabinets to find medicine. "You should go to the hospital!" I said.
He ignored me, found a box of medicine, swallowed two pills, and began to tear strips of cloth to bandage the wound. "Your medicine has expired!" I said again. "I know." He replied. "Your strips are not sterilized," I said again. "I know." He answered again. "I know, I know, you all know, but you are still so stupid! Brother!" I threw myself on Ali and cried with a "Wow". Ali patted my back gently to express comfort. Slowly, his hand became motionless, and there was no movement at all. I raised my head, and Ali's face was already covered with tears. C I finally returned from my studies, and Ali suddenly had plans to "retire". But the reality is not as beautiful as Ali imagined. When Ali was a ruffian, no one dared to act rashly. Once he "withdrew from the world," those who had been offended by him were waiting for revenge. Now that he had washed his hands, he could no longer fight back, so Ali was often beaten until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. Once a rib was broken, and another time he was beaten to the point of concussion and barely woke up. It wasn't until I was assigned to a very profitable unit in the city that Ali finally agreed to let my mother and I go away for a few years. Ali, who had no academic qualifications and no skills, suffered from displacement in a foreign land. But no matter how hard and tiring he was, he would not return to his old career. The letter he wrote to me said: I made money with my fists in the first half of my life, but I must make money by labor in the second half of my life. The money earned in this way is solid and worthy of one's conscience. Ali went to work as a small-time worker on a construction site, cleaning the windows of a sky-high office building, and then worked as a porter in a large building materials city before he basically settled down. But no matter how difficult it was, Ali would send money to his mother every month, and his mother would cry every time she received the hard-earned money. On the one hand, it was out of distress for Ali, and on the other hand, she was happy that Ali had abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side. My mother's health was deteriorating, and in her dying years, she dreamed about when Ali would come back every day. But Ali is lonely and helpless outside, suffering bullying and desolation. He is more eager than his mother to go home as soon as possible and reunite his family. D One day in September 2006, I was at work when I suddenly received a call from Ali. He told me that he would go home this National Day and that the family would never be separated again. The tone coming from the phone was obviously exciting and excited, but I couldn't be happy. Just the day before, I made a mistake at work, which caused the company to suffer a huge loss. The company asked me to personally compensate 20,000 yuan and gave me a three-month period. If I couldn't pay it by the due date, I Not only will you be laid off, but you may also be taken to court. I returned home in a daze, but my mother didn't notice anything unusual about me, and she was talking about Ali again: "He is almost 30 years old, and I am about to die. I wonder if I can see him again in this life? I am still looking forward to him." Come back and get a wife, let me have grandchildren." Looking at my mother's face filled with tears, I was about to blurt out and tell her about Ali's decision to go home, but suddenly a thought came to my mind and made me swallow my words again. I secretly called Ali without telling my mother, and hesitantly told him about me. Ali was silent for a long time and said: "Mom's heart is not good, don't let her know. I won't come back for a while. I will pay the money back with you." I blushed and said, "This money is a bit much, for you The current income..." Ali became impatient: "That's my business, don't worry about it!" Then he hung up the phone with a click. Ali started to transfer money to my card every now and then, all in four digits. He still sent 800 yuan to his mother every month as usual, and asked her to insist on treatment. Ali suddenly had such a high income, I felt a little uneasy, but I didn't dare to ask more questions. I vaguely guessed what Ali was doing. I thought that as long as he survived these three months and paid off the money, Ali could go home. I would definitely pay him back the money in full in the future. I thought that three months was a short period of time and passed by in a flash. I never thought that three months would be so long, so long that anything could happen, so long that I would regret it for the rest of my life. On October 15, a strange, distant phone call came to my mobile phone without warning, informing me that something had happened to Ali. When I arrived, Ali, my dear brother, was already sleeping in the cold morgue... Ali was stabbed to death with a dagger by a drunken and troublemaking gangster when he was showing the scene to others. Hearing this, I suddenly lost the strength to stand. I slowly slid down against the wall, tears running wildly down my face. Guilt and regret tore my heart into bloody pieces. My mother cried and fainted several times. She never believed that Ali would return to his old career. She insisted that Ali was a good boy. She kept explaining to others, but who would believe it? Ali just left like this, taking his bad reputation with him. No one shed tears for his death, and some even said that he deserved his death. Only my mother and I knew that, like all brothers and sons in the world, he also had a pair of angel wings. He tried his best to spread his wings and protect my mother and me from the wind and rain of the outside world. But his wings have never been seen by others.
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