On the Formation of a Pseudo Stand-In

Ye Luo didn't know what hatred was, so he already had it.

As he grew older, the number of times he sneaked out increased, and he gradually realized that not everyone would bear all the pain he experienced.

Most of the surrounding residents are used to scolding and beating their children severely, but even so, every time Ye Luo passes by, they will still be attracted by their eyes—there is anger, sadness, despair, and a trace of reluctance in them. struggle.

But there is no such thing as the one Ye Luo is familiar with.

He always shrank in the corner, gritted his teeth, and silently let the other party beat and scold him.

He would bury his head, pretending that he was an ostrich who didn't feel anything - those disgusting words, those merciless punches and kicks, all seemed to be isolated from the senses.

Once, the other party probably really drank too much, and was tired in the middle of the fight. Listening to him swearing and taking a few steps back, Ye Luo trembled all over, and his arms and back were full of pain.

But by coincidence, when the other party was silent, he carefully cast his gaze——

Indifferent and cold.

The young child was covered with scars, and those scars, against the desolate feeling gushing from the bottom of his heart, seemed more heart-piercing.

No matter how calm he is, Ye Luo is just a child after all, and at first he would be dejected thinking whether he was not doing well enough to go through all this.

But one day, a man who came home late at night came in with a bent body, pulled the neckline of his baggy clothes, half-closed his eyes, and staggered over.

Throwing Ye Luo who was curled up on the sofa to the ground, he lay on the floor cursing, without taking off his shoes.

His back slammed against the table, and Ye Luo sat down on the ground.

But he just pursed his lips, held back his body that was about to fall apart, and moved the crumbling bowl by the table inward.

As soon as the hand was retracted and put down, the child supported the ground with all his strength, and before he could stand still, he heard the extremely drunk man on the sofa grit his teeth and say, "You lose money, if everyone doesn't need a son to take care of the elderly, who would buy it?" You come here? You still look like a bitch, bah."

His footsteps slipped, Ye Luo choked for breath, and managed to hold on to the table to keep from falling, but his hands became greasy because of this—the oil dripped from the man's food yesterday was silently adhering to his fingertips at this moment.

So disgusting.

Standing up, Ye Luo was silent, and glanced at the man lying on the sofa with his clothes stained with oil.

By the pool, he turned the water to the minimum, for fear that the loud noise would wake up the man, but he washed his hands again and again like an obsessive-compulsive disorder.

The oil had already been washed off, but Ye Luo was still tireless, flushing the water repeatedly, as if desperately trying to wash something away.

At this moment, all kinds of things suddenly became a thread with the pointing, undisguised ridicule, and vague sarcasm of the people around him. Ye Luo suddenly understood something, but seemed to understand nothing.

He only knew that he was not qualified to have expectations.

No matter how gloomy the place is, there will be life desperately surviving.

Even though the man had been beating and scolding since he was a child, and Ye Luo had missed meals since he was a child, but perhaps because he felt sorry for the money he spent in the first place, the man finally acquiesced in the child and let him struggle to grow up.

However, as the only little friend left, Ye Luo became more and more tired of struggling, and as he grew taller, that person didn't dare to beat him at will like he used to—at most he was holding a wine bottle, yes Watching the silent child utter vulgar words.

Years of habits have made him immune to these things, and silence has become his armor.

As long as he flinches a little, the man will laugh at him wantonly, and when he has scolded enough, he will say "bah", turn around and walk away.

Looking at the swaying and emaciated figure, Ye Luo's eyes were heavy and full of lifelessness.

At some point, the man's body not only lingered with the pungent smell of wine, but also had an even more sinister smell.

Several times, Ye Luo caught him putting something on the paper, and sucking greedily with his nose close to him, with an intoxicated expression on his face.

Feeling sick in his throat, Ye Luo gently closed the door and strode away.

His footsteps were hasty, his face was tense, and his eyes were full of scarlet.

After the lifelessness of the whole alley, and the earth-shaking crying of unknown house, Ye Luo took a few deep breaths before walking out of the alley.

When he got to a place where the sun could be seen, he ran with all his might.

Ye Luo didn't care about the eyes of the people around him, and he didn't know where the destination was. He didn't realize the small park until he was exhausted and realized.

Pausing, Ye Luo stepped back a little, shrinking into the blind spot.

Carefully, he watched the child happily swinging on the swing. At that time, the sun was so bright that Ye Luo's head was tilted up with the swing, and his eyes were stung by the light——

Inexplicably shed tears.

It was midsummer that day, and the air humidity was very high. People would sweat profusely while walking on the street, but they would be so stuffy that they could not breathe. But Ye Luo hid among the moldy firewood on this day, shrinking back and not speaking.

Burying his head deeply in his arms, he stayed in a small group in the dark blind spot, listening to the strangers outside.

Listening to them smashing the very few things in this house to pieces, and laughing happily while smashing.

The strange thing is that Ye Luo at this moment wants to divide himself into two halves, one half is terrified and the other half is ecstatic.

Fear of those tireless smashers outside—they laugh sharply and roar like wild animals. Although the place where Ye Luo stays has been abandoned for a long time, no one cares about the small room, but the instinctive fear still overflows head off.

But at the same time, he was ecstatic.

Clasping his fingers firmly on his arm, he vaguely heard the group of people say: "The man took the money and ran away. There are clues that he escaped, and he must never come back."

never come back.

This sentence alone can make Ye Luo's already dead heart come alive suddenly.

After the group of people left, everything returned to silence, the air was full of silence and depression, but Ye Luo gradually felt a joy that he had never tasted before.

I don't know how long I hid, but after the darkness gradually covered this small area, Ye Luo dragged his sore body and got out of here.

After regaining consciousness in his limp legs, Ye Luo rushed out, panting heavily, and ran out of the house.

Ignoring the barking of wild dogs in the corner, he ran straight to the dark alley where the moonlight could not shine, and ran all the way to the place where there was light.

Ye Luo was hot all over, and his mind was dizzy, but he was so excited that he didn't want to stop easily, so he ran aimlessly like this, staggering forward even when his limbs were weak.

When he got under a window that revealed warm light, his vision blurred and he fell straight down.

When he woke up again, a group of strangers surrounded him, asking something softly, Ye Luo was like a strange little beast, silent for a while.

After he scanned the eyes of the people around him and repeatedly confirmed that he didn't feel any malice, he relaxed his guard.

With a hoarse voice, he answered the questions.

A few days later, Ye Luo was brought to a door he had never seen before. The door opened from the inside, and he raised his head subconsciously.

Hearing a man with soft eyes, he called his name with a smile, and then rubbed his head affectionately.

Ye Luo didn't know what this feeling was called, and he had never tasted it.

But in order to protect himself, Ye Luo still kept a wooden face, resisting the desire to move his head, and stood there without saying a word.

This is not a carefree paradise, but for Ye Luo at that time, it was the best destination he could have.

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Putting down the pen, Ye Luo rubbed his hot face, folded the densely written paper with some guilt, stuffed it back into the envelope, and carefully put it inside the clothes.

Exhaling a breath forcefully, he felt the tension and anticipation in his heart confronting each other.

Ye Luo got up, took out his mobile phone, and walked out while looking at the time.

As soon as he left, the man on the opposite side who had been staring at him put down the book in his hand, lowered the brim of his hat, and followed closely.

Walking out of the bookstore, Ye Luo checked the nearby restaurants, and when he reached the corner, a hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder.

The pink bubbles in his head hadn't dissipated yet, Ye Luo was startled and turned his head suddenly.

His eyes fell on a hat first, and then the man withdrew his hand, lifted the brim of the hat slightly, and let out a laugh that made people's skin crawl.

Terrified, Ye Luo almost didn't hold the phone tightly, and finally stuffed the phone back into his pocket. He was frowning and wanted to ask, when he saw the person who lowered his head slightly, slowly raised his head.

Seeing that face that was much older than before, Ye Luo felt that fear and absurdity were coming out of his body at the same time.

Like a nightmare coming to this moment.

Ye Luo tightened his throat as if it was stuck.

His legs and feet were weak, but he tried his best to maintain a calm surface, and followed the man silently.

Ye Luo put his hands in his pockets, holding his cell phone tightly.

Following around in a daze, the two finally found a place where no one was around. Ye Luo stopped first, and the soles of his shoes rubbed lightly on the stones.

In front, the person who was humming an old song that was out of tune heard the sound, stopped, and turned around with a smile.

Not wanting to look at that disgusting face again, Ye Luo turned his head and asked in an unnatural voice, "Why are you back?"

"Yo?" The man clicked his tongue a few times and tugged at the crumpled clothes on his body, "It's okay if the father and son are not moved to tears when they reunite, but they question me instead? It's really different to be with a rich man."

Unexpectedly, Ye Luo raised his head suddenly, the disgust and rejection in his eyes were undisguised: "No matter what you find out, it has nothing to do with you. Just tell me, what is the purpose of looking for me?"

The man narrowed his eyes, and the snake-like gaze made Ye Luo extremely uncomfortable.

Then, the man suddenly raised his arm——

Ye Luo's body was faster than his brain, and when he saw this, he immediately stretched out his hand to block it, and the two arms collided heavily, causing pain.

"Hey?" After the man put down his hand, he shook it a few times and laughed, but his eyes were cold. "It's different if you have someone backing you up. Even your father won't dare to touch you anymore."

All of this made Ye Luo feel suffocated and disgusted.

Thinking about the letter in his arms, he barely calmed down, and tried his best to ask: "Don't talk about other things, just tell me, what's the matter?"

"Talk, talk, talk!" The man's face was distorted, and his old and wrinkled clothes dangled on his bony body, "I heard that after you were played by someone, your life has become more and more nourishing... ..."

"As a reward for raising you to such a great age, it's not too much to ask for alimony now?"

The author has something to say:

Thank you little angels =w=

There are probably... two more chapters?