Chapter 68

"Amu, amu, FK, damned little bichi, where have you died? You are born with bichi just like your mother PA, tell her to get out of here

The angry beating and scolding sound repeatedly sounded in the room, the mother's painful pleading and sobbing, like the devil's whispering, kept running into the head.

Aimo curled up his young body and hid in the dark space under the floor. His hands were desperately covering his ears, and his lower lip was unconsciously bitten by his teeth to bleed.

The man who broke into the house was her own father. He drank, gambled, smoked opium and never went to work.

Only when he had no money, he would come back home and take every cent of his mother's hard work.

All she and her mother could get was vicious cursing, kicking and threatening.

"Bichi, I should sell you to Hualou. Wait. Sooner or later, I'll sell you bichi together. I'll do this, FK, damn..."

The voice gradually faded away. Aimo tried to release his hands covering his ears. He was hesitating whether to go out to have a look. He heard a roar of "ah ~ ~" outside the house.

He wandered around the room again with nightmarish steps, followed by bitter curses: "FK, if I don't see that little green pool next time, I'll burn a scar on your face with a cigar, ha ha..."

I don't know how long after that, Aimo seemed to hear the call from afar. The voice was full of love, warm as the sun, and calmed her trembling body and heart.

"Emo, emo, it's OK. It's OK." With her mother in her arms, amo could see her bruised eyes and bleeding nose.

The corner of her mouth was torn by a sharp weapon, and the blood was bleeding. It was the scar left by the broken wine bottle.

"Mother, divorce him! I don't want him to disturb our life again, I hate him, I want him To die. " A trace of resentment welled up in Aimo's eyes.

"No, emo, he's your father. You can't see him like that." Mother stroked her cheek with her hand, and tears burst out of the corner of her eyes.

"I can't get rid of him, emo. There's no way. He'll kill us. I can't let him hurt you. I love you baby, you know what? Baby, I love you forever."

At the age of 8, little emo was tightly held by her mother, looking numb at the cold world.

One day, amo saw a piece of news in the newspaper that he had picked up: "Joseph's lawyer won the lawsuit, which was the killer of domestic violence, so that women who suffered from domestic violence were reborn..."

"Mom, I want to go to school." AMO took advantage of the man's absence, ran home quietly, looked up at his mother's eyes, flashing a light called "hope.".

She knew very well that there was no way for her family to pay a large amount of lawyer's fees, and that her mother would only choose to swallow her anger.

So amo made a decision in his heart, "to become a lawyer and recover my dignity and my mother's freedom."

Her mother signed up for amo at a church school four blocks away and bribed the pastor with the money she had saved so that she could stay in the school.

Since then, there is a girl always holding a book. Her clothes are always full of patches, her shoes are full of holes, and her body is thin and weak.

But as time went on, the light in her eyes called "Hope" grew brighter and brighter.

At night, when the other children are home, or in the warm room at school, sleeping under the covers.

Aimo will appear at the corner of the office building, in the corridor outside the priests' rooms, and in the back of the building by the dirty sewage pool.

There is always a light on every night in these places, so that she can look through the books all night long. Aimo greedily absorbs the knowledge in the books.

Her brain is not smart, but she is willing to spend ten times, a hundred times more than others, that small body, as if hidden giant giant, supporting her forward.

Mother seldom comes to see her, and every time she comes, she just leaves some money in a hurry, covering her bruised face and leaving in a hurry.

Cold bread cheap, she eat cold bread, no milk on the water pipe to drink cold water, the weather is cold, fold the quilt into a double layer curled up sleep.

When the shoes were rotten, she would wear the old shoes she had picked up. When the clothes were worn out, she would cut some good cloth from the old clothes and sew them into a colorful "fashionable" new dress.

Even if she would be ridiculed and sneered at, even if everyone called her poor and country bumpkin behind her back, Aimo still insisted and insisted in silence.

Only in the dead of night, when reading under the street lamp, tears will wet the pages of the book drop by drop. The silent choking witnessed her growth and efforts.

Aimo takes every cent to the limit, only one thing can't.

Buy books!

Every weekend, Aimo will get up early in the morning, even if he only sleeps for 4 hours a day, but as soon as he thinks that he can learn new knowledge immediately, his body is full of strength.

Just before dawn, amo was standing in front of the thrift market bookstore. When the boss opened the door a crack, she ran in like a sly squirrel.When you open a book, Aimo will choose what you need, stack them all beside you, and then sit on it and read it carefully.

Until nightfall, Aimo will put the books back to their original position, and then buy the old books that have not yet been able to read.

The boss has been used to this, from the initial reprimand, to the later silence, and then to the present half sale and half delivery, Aimo also keeps in mind.

"You're going to make a difference, big man of the future." The boss said with a smile.

It was the first time that emo was encouraged. When the words were transmitted to the brain through the ear holes and along the nerves, he seemed to hear a groundbreaking bang.

Boom ~ ~

the loud noise was so shocking that an unprecedented strength and confidence swam around her, but her clothes were wet with tears.

With his thin body squatting at the table, Aimo hugged his knees with both hands, crying bitterly for the first time in his life.

"I will. I'll be big. I'll show you." With her red and swollen eyes on her back, amo strode forward with her head raised.

With the growth of age and the accumulation of knowledge, Aimo's performance is getting better and better. She first entered St Paul's girls' school with her excellent results.

After that, he received a special invitation from Harvard Law School and received a full scholarship.

When amo is stepping on a firm step, head up toward the goal, the bad news came, her mother because of excessive fatigue, fell from the roof, died on the spot.

Aimofeng ran home in general, only to see the open door and the room that had been ravaged by robbers. The man with the only valuable thing in the family disappeared.

After holding a simple funeral for her mother, Aimo began to investigate the cause of her mother's death. She did not believe that her mother died of a slip. All this must have something to do with the man.

Because on her mother's body, she saw fresh scars all over her body, but no one took these seriously. Aimo had to rely on herself to find out the truth.

While studying hard, while investigating the cause of her mother's death, Aimo finally collected enough evidence to find the whereabouts of the man when he was about to graduate.

"Your honor, I want to defend myself as a litigant. I am a student of Harvard Law School, and will soon..." In court, Aimo tried to defend himself.

But the answer she got was, "reject the application."

There was even a cruel irony in the jury, "what can a woman do?" "They should go home and do the housework."

"They can also use it to have children, ha ha..." "No, no, it's to satisfy men's desires, followed by children..."

As a result, Aimo lost the case. The jury did not even see her evidence, but decided the case by relying on the man's remarks.

"You son of a bitch, bichi, I will find you, and I will let you know the price of offending me." The demonic curse was introduced into the brain again, and Aimo just sat there, as if he had lost his soul.

"Prestige, status Rights, if I have higher rights, I can make them pay attention to them, and no one can despise me any more. " There was a raging flame in Aimo's eyes.

Learn, learn, learn. Amo appeared in every court. Hundreds of notebooks were filled with the analysis of the case, the skills and words of both sides.

At the same time, her performance in the school is more excellent, even the pressure of other students can not lift their heads, so as to attract the attention of many tutors.

In the end, she received seven mentors, including the dean of the law school, and she chose the unknown but royal lawyer.

As an advisor, he wrote a complaint and analyzed the case. He was more and more experienced and showed more and more coldness.

With her selfless help, her mentor's reputation spread throughout Europe, until one day, the tutor looked at her and asked, "do you want to join the Royal lawyers?"

Aimo smiles with relief and nods firmly.

When she stood in the court again, the sharp words and tricky questions made the judge and the jury speechless. At that moment, Aimo was brilliant.

She finally avenged her mother. The man who haunted her for 16 years was sentenced to death for murder, perjury and violence.

At the end of the trial, the moment the crowd left, she did not realize how bleak her future was.

"No, you can't follow up on this case..."

"No, these are not things you can touch..."

"There's no need for women here. Go away..."

"Go and tidy up the files! You don't need your help here. "

"This is my case. Get out of here..."

Emo's performance is too eye-catching. Her sharp words make judges and juries vulnerable. She is isolated from the team and the legal profession."Stupid woman who doesn't know good or bad," was the judge's private evaluation of her after the trial.

"And you don't have a good position here, Aimo. You don't have a good position?" This is the answer she got from her mentor.

Aimo tried to contact the outside law firm, wanted to get a job, but she suddenly found that there were no female lawyers in these law firms.

Even if there are sporadic women in it, they just do some work of sorting out documents, receiving, serving tea and pouring water.

Until now, Aimo realized clearly that the biggest reason why she was isolated was not eye-catching performance, but simply because she was a woman.

During the first World War, due to the excessive labor shortage, the finance minister launched a women's war campaign to let more women go out of their homes and work in factories.

But they can get half as much as men, and they need to finish two or three times as much work as men.

There is no labor contract, there is no legal provisions, everything comes from the willingness of both employers.

Since then, women have demanded fair treatment, but they have never been responded to.

During the war, 1.5 million women worked in full-time jobs with low pay and heavy work.

When the war was over, many soldiers returned from the cruel battlefield and found that their jobs were occupied by women.

"Women have to go." "Women get out of the factory." "Give me my job, bichi." They're delivering that voice.

Over the course of the next year, 80 percent of women lost their jobs and men regained their jobs.

The resistance of the women's unions has been increasing, and the authorities can no longer ignore their existence.

At the end of the 19th century, Congress was forced to pass three bills, allowing women to run for Congress, to enter Oxford or Cambridge, and to grant women over 30 the right to vote.

It seems to have won a key victory, but in fact, under the circumstances at that time, all the women who lost their jobs were basically under the age of 30.

The passage of the bill did not bring any changes in their lives. Even in order to revenge women's ignorance and arrogance, some areas imposed more stringent blockades on women.

At the beginning of the 20th century, Charing Cross Hospital lacked a large number of doctors, but they still insisted on rejecting female medical students.

In the fields of finance, medicine, research and law, such hidden rules are also applied.

It was only in 1928 that women really got equal voting rights.

However, the actual social status has not changed. It is precisely because of seeing through the connection, emo, who is unwilling, chooses to come to the United States of America to look for opportunities in this new country.

She wants to win the dignity that she should have, she wants to look down on those arrogant men, she wants to become the lawyer that everyone looks up to.

Now, she has been given such a chance.

PS: female discrimination in foreign countries was very common in the first half of the 20th century, and it was not until the 1970s and 1980s that the real significance of discrimination against women was improved.

Even worse in the 19th century or before, interested friends can learn about it by themselves.

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