The weakling is reborn: the delicate one comes into my arms

There is a red old-fashioned hardwood sofa with broken legs in the living room, an old-fashioned antenna TV on the table, and two wooden benches.

On the dusty cabinet, there were two photo frames that could no longer be seen clearly.

There are a few cups in the corner that don't look like they were originally. A pile of paper, like a textbook or a homework book, is stuck on the ground, and the words are completely indecipherable.

To the right is a small open kitchen. The entire wall is moldy, the stove is dark, rotten pots are stuck to it, and the bowls and chopsticks are broken and scattered on the floor.

Mushrooms and moss even grew in the cracks in the floor.

Bai Sheng's face became paler and colder after entering this room.

"It will be demolished at the end of the month. Take a look and see if there is anything that needs to be put away."

The old man pointed to the photo frame on the cabinet and reminded: "Photos of your parents."

Bai Sheng walked over and stared at the dusty photo frame with heavy eyes.

After a long time, he took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and stretched out his hand.

After a pause, he moved to the photo frame on the left.

A few simple wipes revealed a blurry black and white photo.

This is a posthumous photo.

The woman in the photo is very young, in her early 20s, thin, with narrow eyes, and a hint of indivisible sorrow between her eyebrows.

Bai Sheng's facial features resemble hers.

Bai Sheng lowered his eyes and watched intently, with no sadness or joy on his face.

"My sister left early. I would be very happy to see you grow so tall now."

The old man came over, picked up another photo frame with his bare hands and wiped it, revealing a man with thick eyebrows and a fierce face, also in black and white.

He sighed: "A Dong is confused. His whole family was ruined. Back then——"

The nostalgia that had just shown on Bai Sheng's face disappeared instantly when he saw the man in the photo.

A trace of anger appeared in his eyes, and he said in a stiff tone:

"Uncle Chen."

The old man finished speaking, put the man's photo back to its original place, and sighed.

"Take a good look at it and tidy it up. The demolition money should be available next year, and it will be credited to your account by then."

Bai Sheng had no reaction to this.

The old man stopped talking and walked to the door with his waist bent.He stopped and looked back at the tall, thin, taciturn man with his hair hanging over his shoulders and dressed in black.

There is no way I can relate to the well-behaved and sensible child 30 years ago.

Life is hard.

It's a hard life to be born into such a family...

"Xiao Bai, you will be almost forty in a few years. Find someone you like and start a family. Not all--"

"Uncle Chen."

Bai Sheng put down his mother's portrait and looked at it calmly with a pair of narrow brown eyes.

"I want to stay by myself for a while. After I leave, I can do whatever I want here without contacting me again."

The gray-haired old man was speechless for a moment and could not utter any words of comfort.

Also.

How qualified are these neighbors who stood by and watched 30 years ago to advise anything.

When the child named Bai Dongdong left alone in that cold winter, he had nothing to do with this place.

It's also because he is getting older. The older he gets, the more troubled his conscience becomes.

The green iron door creaked shut again.

The room was completely silent, not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Bai Sheng stood frozen for a while facing the moldy and dirty wall, then turned around and slowly walked towards the small room in the corner.

It was a small room.

There is a 1.5-meter bed on the left, and in the remaining aisle next to it, there is a simple small bed made of wooden boards and stools.

The quilt on it had long been rotten and moldy, so much so that it was hard to see clearly. Just standing by the door and taking a look, the smell of mold filled my nose.

Bai Sheng's eyes unconsciously fell on the shabby small table in the corner, with torn textbooks stuck into a pile.

Can't move it.

"Learn?! Learn from your mother's shit! You're wasting my money, you little bastard! No matter how many books you read, you'll still serve me like your short-lived mother! Want to fly away?"

"There's no door! Come out and cook for me! Why are your hands shaking! If you don't want it, I'll chop it up for you!"

My ears rang with the sound of pages being violently torn apart.

There were also the arrogant and vicious voices of men shouting and cursing, and the cries of children.

The scene in front of Bai Sheng's eyes suddenly twisted into a strange vortex.

After the constant rotation and shaking, the things in the room seemed to go back in time and returned to their original state 30 years ago.

Bai Sheng saw his little self kneeling on the ground, holding the almost torn book, shaking like a sieve and crying for mercy.

"Dad, I was wrong! Dad, I don't want my mother anymore! Never again! Please, don't tear it up, ah——! Don't hit me! Dad, I was wrong..."

The man who was fixed in the portrait in the living room regained his tall and strong body. He was wearing a vest and undershirt. He viciously stepped on the child's shoulders while tearing up the book and insulting him, admiring the way he cried and begged for mercy.

Bai Sheng could even clearly see the demonic look in the inverted triangular eyes under the rough eyebrows, like hair drinking blood.

"Crack."

Bai Sheng took a step back with a pale face and stepped on a broken hairpin.

He remembered.

The reason was that he secretly hid his dead mother's hairpin and was discovered.

"Ho ho."

"Ho ho ho ha ha ha ha ha -"

Bai Sheng's pupils trembled uncontrollably, his bloodless lips split, and he laughed like crazy.

"why are you laughing?"

The rough man in the room suddenly turned his head and looked at Bai Sheng, his cloudy eyes narrowed.

"Who are you, and why are you at my house? Are you here to collect a debt again? I told you, the bet is over! No!"

As he spoke, he kicked the thin child away from his feet, clenched his clenching fists, and strode over here.

Bai Sheng seemed to be possessed, his narrow eyes widened in horror, and he stumbled back a few steps, holding his spotless white gloves on the wall.

"court death!"

The man kicked open the already open door, stepped out, and without saying a word, punched out!

Bai Sheng took a heavy breath, raised his arms to cover his head and face, and turned his back in fear, as if he had a defensive movement engraved in his bones.

"Boom!"

The pain came from his kneecap hitting the floor hard.

Bai Sheng opened his trembling eyes, and his eyes met the rusty half hairpin at close range.

All illusions faded away like a flood, there was silence in my ears, and the smell of mold and rot filled the air.

Bai Sheng slowly let go of his arms that were covering his head and put them down. When he saw the dirt and dust on his white gloves, cold sweat soaked his back.

Shame, anger, resentment, and murderous intent, wrapped in huge madness, surged forward!

30 years...

He was still afraid.

What a shame!

"Hehehehehahahahaha!"

Bai Sheng, who was kneeling on the ground, laughed wildly, clenched his white gloves into fists, propped himself on the ground, and stood up slowly.

"Bai Dongdong, why are you still here? Huh?"

A hoarse, hoarse and extremely weird voice spoke to himself.

Bai Sheng's slender eyes turned to stare straight at the dilapidated room, the madness in his pupils was horrifying.