My Empire

"Small thin monkey, breaking house! Poor acidity, no friend!" Roadside, a few children carrying a book, surrounding a thin boy, keeping singing with a smile.

The thin little boys in the middle do not say a word, just low heads, silently walking in the direction of their own home.

He is very accustomed to this kind of thing, anyway, he is a poor family, there is no gorgeous clothes, and there is nothing worth showing off.

His learning is not a prominent, only a moderate level in the class. Teachers will not take care of him, and other children don't like such a silent little transparent.

"Your father is a waste! It is a disabled that he is doing a button!" A boy wearing a famous girl suddenly came down to the thin little boys and pushed him down.

"Oh!" The child around him scattered, laughed and disappeared in the street, only leaving the boy sitting on the roadside, climbed up from the ground, and learned to shoot his hands.

He is a little sad, and some numbness, he bowed his head and looked at his old pants, and found that it was a bit dusty, so he patted his hand.

Then he continued to go forward, silently returned to his home. Let go of your school bag, take out the primary school homework that is more difficult to understand more than ten years ago, and paved on the table and start writing your homework.

Although he is very diligent, these problems still make him a little headache. Complete these homework every day, it has become something he must do and it is used to it.

Soon, the voice of opening the door came, a shaped shabby, but the very clean middle-aged man washed in.

He put the key to the bag, he went back and closed the door. The man took off the shoes at the door, and the waist took the shoes into the shoe cabinet, and then changed the slippers to the boy.

He was a favorite to touch your child's head, and he looked down for a few seconds of children's homework, which went to the hanger.

The same is more than ten years ago, this home is really more like a home, there are many furniture, shoe cabinet wardrobe big bed, and there are still many home appliances.

Although it is much bustling than the rich people in Cecis, it is already very good, the refrigerator is a bit of buzz, the TV wall hanging on the wall, the new computer in the corner ... here Really not bad!

"I want to eat some things at night." The man took off his clothes and asked the little boy sitting on the dinner table.

The little boy is sitting there,

He sometimes hates his father, a father who disappeared, and then the father is so useless.

Men don't talk, slightly, then continue to solve their chest. When he took off his clothes, he had a bit of effort, because his other sleeve is empty, and it is not natural there.

"Is it in school? There is a child to bully you?" After some efforts, men hanged their jackets on the hangers, and some sorry to look at their children.

The child still doesn't talk, but it is only low to write your own homework. Some quiet, quiet and quiet.

The man walked over and touched his head: "Forget it, if you don't want to say, come back and say it."

After a few minutes, the hostess who got off work almost turned back, the door was once again, and a ordinary woman with vegetables opened the door.

She hurried into the house, throwing the vegetable wind fire on the dinner table: "Sorry, I am late!"

"Our unit has been mobilized. Several little scorpions and I grab the position of the damn ... but I don't have the matter, I am the most business." The woman touched on his own son's head, It is also a favor of a face.

She walked into the kitchen and saw that the man was packing it, grabbed the shovel, and took the man out: "Go see the child's homework, here I come ... I don't know what it is, not Is there all the war in the devil world? I suddenly put more orders here, is there any change? "

"What is the change?" The man sat back in the sofa and looked at the child who wrote homework: "Looking up! Do you still have your eyes?"

After a sudden, he continued: "You know, the unit I work is in the city hall, a small staff, there is no matter what the battle."

"But I have listened to the original comrades, the army seems to have prepared some veteran, giving more." After the saying, the room is a long dullness.

"You should have a lot of retire subsidies ... but you should pay the money to you in the comrades!" The woman's voice is somewhat oxide: "Now our home is not rich, but you can't go to the army. "

"..." The man didn't talk, he wanted to smoke a smoke, but his child was at home, he was really unwilling to spend a cigarette when the child's face.

That is enough for them to buy a subsidy of a house, by him mailed a widow in the distance. The poor woman lost his husband at the age of 23, was a very cheerful young man.

The young man will write a letter every day. Every day, how gentle and sake of your wife every day.

The young man will give him his cigarette because the young man does not smoke. So two people became friends, and they won the retired bonus to buy a house to do a good friend.

Unfortunately, Angeles' bloody battle, they were hit by the demon of the "missile", the young man fell to him in the last, proved the friendship between them.

In the damn battle, or in that damn explosion, he lost the best friend, and his arm.

In the kitchen, the voice of a woman sliced ​​vegetable came, she didn't go to the man's wound. She even tolerated the man's nature, and she sent a lot of money to a widow.

Many times, he thought about her, if they left the money, now their lives, perhaps completely.

After all, in them, the money is not a little money. He also regretted, and regretting such a hermetic rate sent the money out. Every time you look at your child, he has inexplicably sorrowful feelings.

So, he will talk about the army to recruit the veteran of the military at this time, he felt that he owed this home, and he owed a lot of many ...