I really didn't pretend to be O[entertainment circle]

In the dark night outside, the dark clouds in the sky hid the bright moonlight and covered the twinkling stars.

In the summer night, even the chirping of cicadas was gone, and everything seemed very quiet.

In the small building in the old town, the dilapidated exterior walls, the narrow corridors full of sundries, the dim lights reflected on the small body, the lonely figure stood at the stairs, staring blankly at a door painted with red paint. wooden door in a daze.

A little girl walked up to him and handed him a milk candy, "Ning Ning, here you go. I heard that you won't be hungry if you eat candy. You should eat it first to fill your stomach."

There was a hint of reluctance on the little girl's innocent face, her thin willow-leaf eyebrows frowned, and she stuffed the candy into his hand, "I'll go back first, my mother knows it's time to blame me again later. When uncles and aunts stop arguing, You should go back quickly."

The little boy's empty eyes flashed, and he nodded, "Thank you sister Yingying."

The little girl named Yingying smiled at him, turned around and ran upstairs.

The door the boy was staring at finally opened, and a man walked out with a stern face, holding a wine bottle in his hand, cursing, and walking out with shaky steps.

When he walked to the boy's side, he frowned, and looked down at him with disgust, "Hurry up and go back, what are you doing outside, you hate me too, don't you? Little bastard..."

The boy shrank a little, with a trace of fear in his small body, he pursed his lips and walked towards the open door without saying a word, leaving only the disgusting insults from the man behind him.

After cursing a few words, Xu saw that he didn't respond, so the man turned around and left.

In the room, there was a woman kneeling on the ground, with disheveled hair, ragged clothes, bruises and blood stains at the corners of her mouth, and tears at the corners of her eyes that were still wet.

Seeing the boy come in, the woman stood up hastily.Probably trying to make him smile, but unintentionally brought the wound on his face, the smile seemed a little stiff, "Ningning, are you back?"

The boy ran over and hugged her, "Mom, I'll give you the candy sister Yingying gave me. It's sweet, and it won't hurt after eating it."

The woman rubbed the boy's hair in her arms, looked at the candy, suppressed tears and stuffed it back for him, "Son, you can eat, mom doesn't hurt. Are you hungry? Mom is going to make you something to eat?"

The boy shook his head, lowered his head and whispered: "There is no food at home, I know."

The smile on the woman's face froze for a moment, and she drove the boy back into the house, "What nonsense, go do your homework, and mom will cook you something to eat."

The boy was pushed into the house, and before the door was closed, he turned around and saw his mother walking with the table and chairs on her back—hunched and limping, moving extremely slowly.

……

After dreaming back at midnight, when I was awake for a moment, the familiar sound of beating and scolding came from outside the house, which seemed extraordinarily noisy in this dark night.

"Where's the money! Where the hell did you hide all my money!"

"Where is the money at home? Didn't I give you all to gamble? I sold the dowry, sold the house and car, and finally paid off your debts. You promised me not to go. Why do you owe so much again? "

"They cheated! Otherwise, I will definitely win it back! Didn't you just get paid two days ago? What are you talking about, give it to me!"

"That's reserved for Ningning to buy things! There's nothing in the house, and he's only six years old, and it's time for him to grow up!"

"He's a petite and weak brat. Where can he grow up? He probably won't be an Alpha when he grows up. It's useless. Why raise him?"

"What you said is human! He is your son! I said that there is no money in the family, but there is no money!"

"Bitch, you must force me to do it, don't you?"

……

It was that familiar beating and scolding sound again.

In the dark room, a small figure huddled in the corner of the door.

Her body was curled up, her thin arms hugged her knees, her chin rested on her arms, and her eyes looked blankly at nowhere.

The moonlight shone in through the window, reflecting a teardrop at the end of his eye.

My mother said, no matter what noise you hear, don't go out, or you will be beaten by your father if you go out.

But why is mom outside?Why does daddy keep beating her?

Stop beating...don't beating mom again...didn't you hear, she's crying...

Day after day, until one day when he came home from school, the boy saw countless onlookers, police cars and ambulances honking outside the narrow alley.

With doubts, he passed through the noisy crowd, stepped into the small building, and walked towards the door he was familiar with.

But the door was blocked by a yellow line with words written on it that he didn't know.

There were two uncles in police uniforms at the door, and one of them knelt down to prevent him from entering, "Little brother, you can't come here, let's go."

He was puzzled, "Why not? This is my home."

The two looked at each other, and one of them turned and entered the room.

After a while, another one came out, also wearing a police uniform.

The man knelt down and looked at him, and asked, "What's your name?"

"Fu Sui." A smile appeared on the boy's face, with a faint dimple at the corner of his mouth, and he smiled with a little pride, "My mother named it for me, she said I was very quiet and cute when I was young, you can call me Nickname, my nickname is Ningning."

The man looked at him, and just about to speak, another person came from behind, "Captain, tidy up."

The man stood up, looked down at him, and stretched out his hand to him, "Let's go, Ningning. Uncle will take you there, and see your mother again."

The boy hesitated, but held out his hand anyway.

The man led him into the house, and a strong bloody smell came over his face.

With a strange sound, as if he stepped on something, the boy stopped in his tracks.

He looked down and found a pool of red water under his feet, the bright red reflected his puzzled appearance.Looking around, the corner is hidden on the ground behind the shelf. There is a hand with a burn scar on the wrist.

He thought: his mother poured water for him two days ago, but she couldn't hold it steady, the kettle was knocked over, and that's where his hand was injured.

The man beside him picked him up and led him inside, and the scene in front of him gradually became complete.

The person lying on the ground in a pool of blood seemed to be his mother.

The man put him down and led him to stand not far away.

He just looked at his mother, lying on the ground with her eyes open, with blood and footprints all over her, in a panic.

He tilted his head to see who his mother was still looking at.

He wanted to reach out, but was held back by the man beside him.

He said, "Ningning, your mother is dead."

died?how could be.

When he went to school in the morning, his mother also said that he would fry ribs for him when he came back in the evening.

The little boy held a candy in his hand and rolled to the ground. It was his mother's favorite candy.

He picked up a dollar on the road in the morning, and went to the grocery store to find the grandma there to give one.

That candy is actually very expensive. The candy mother Yingying gave him last time, he wants to give another one to his mother.

But he only had one yuan and couldn't afford a bag, so he just asked the grandmother who sold things for one.

Grandma actually gave him three, one for himself to eat, one for sister Yingying, and one for his mother.

However, the uncle next to me said that my mother died.

"Uncle, what does it mean to be dead?" He knelt down to pick up the candy, and stretched out his hand again. The candy lay quietly in his small palm, "Mom hasn't eaten the candy yet."

The man looked at him, and couldn't help frowning, "Ningning, your mother, you won't be able to eat this candy anymore."

……

He later learned what "mother died" meant.

His father was addicted to gambling and owed a lot of debts, alcoholism and domestic violence, and killed his mother by mistake.

My mother died, my father went to prison, the court forcibly sold everything in the family, and the debts my father owed were still not paid off, so these debts were transferred to the names of other relatives in the family.

But because of this, every family member wanted to break away from him.

As a result, he became an orphan and was sent to an orphanage.

Every kid in the orphanage didn't like him. They would laugh at him, scold him, beat him, and throw small stones at him.

"The son of a murderer is not a good man either!"

"That's right, don't play with him, his father is a murderer!"

"Murderer, bastard, little mute."

"Do you think he looks like a little girl? But Teacher Fang said he was a boy."

"He will definitely be a useless Omega in the future, you idiot!"

"Hmph, throw him, drive him out."

"Get away, get away..."

The boy bowed his head and curled up on the ground.

Although small stones were thrown at him, he seemed to feel no pain.

He curled up like a little hedgehog, trying to protect himself with his thorns.

But he is only a six-year-old child, so there is no hard armor that can protect him.

Although the summer sun was so warm on his body, he was still shivering, and his whole body was cold.

Until a small figure stood in front of him, the immature voice showed momentum, "Why are you bullying him!"

The small figure standing in front of him was very vague, he could hardly see the appearance of that person clearly, and he couldn't remember clearly what the person said.

All he knew was that the man was noisy and talked a lot.However, they will give him sweets, stand in front of him to protect him, and help him drive away the children who bully him.

The memory of the orphanage is probably the boy's most vague and chaotic memory.

Screaming brakes, honking horns, exclamations from people around, and that person anxiously calling him: "Little dumb——"

He wanted to say, I am not a little dumb, I have a name.

My name is Ning Ning.

The subsequent memory was like in a dream, someone was always talking to him in a rambling manner.

But when he woke up, it seemed that that person had never appeared beside him.

Later, Dean Fang of the orphanage said that someone wanted to adopt him.

The host's name is Fu Shiwei, the police uncle who took him to find his mother.

The hostess is called Jiang Yun, she is a teacher, she is very beautiful, just like his mother.

Teacher Fang said, "Ning Ning, from now on you will be your parents."

The boy nodded, but still didn't speak.

But he heard the man asking: "Dean Fang, what's wrong with Ning Ning? Isn't he like this?"

Dean Fang took him by the hand and handed him over to the woman, saying, "Ning Ning has never spoken since the orphanage. The doctor said that he may have autism. I saw that he was getting better, but since After the car accident last time, I woke up like this again."

"There are so many children in the orphanage, and it's hard for me to take care of them all. He used to be bullied by the older children. Now the doctor says he has some amnesia, and he doesn't remember the past. He's still young anyway. If you don’t remember, don’t remember. It’s autism... If you really want to adopt him, it may take some effort in the future.”

The woman held him in her arms, and nodded to her husband beside her, "I like Ningning very much, it's okay, I will educate him well."

……

"In fact, I don't have much memory of the orphanage. I only remember that after I was adopted back, my adoptive parents treated me really well. My autism...was gradually cured after my adoptive father died. He was a good policeman, a good policeman who died in the line of duty." Fu Suining showed a wry smile on his face, "The things I told you before are actually stories in my dreams, but I think those should be my real experiences I did. I might actually have seen my biological mother die in front of me."

"Moreover, I also saw my adoptive father die in front of me in order to save people in the line of duty. I still remember his words before he died."

"He said, Ningning, when you grow up, you should learn to live for yourself."

"Brother, do you know that my adoptive mother used to say that my autism may be because I lost too much when I was a child. I lost my mother, my father, and a family that should have been happy and beautiful. Losing one, I was originally A wonderful childhood that should be had."

"But these, I have never owned any of them. I always think of what my mother told me, don't go out, don't make my father angry... everything is 'don't'."

"There is too much resistance in my mind, and I will be afraid to do anything. I always think that as long as I don't do anything, I will not make a mistake, so I simply closed myself until my adoptive father died in front of me."

"Although he told me to live for myself, he gave his life to live for others."

Looking at him, Yu Changzhou felt a little uncomfortable, but at the moment he didn't know how to comfort him.

He never knew that there were so many dark things hidden under Fu Suining's seemingly bright and lively appearance.

He once said that he was actually not lively at all, and that was what he meant.

Yu Changzhou stretched out his arms to hug him, the aura around Fu Suining made him feel a little cold, a little cold, carrying his fear and darkness.

At this moment, apart from a warm embrace, Yu Changzhou really couldn't think of anything to comfort him.

"In the future, I will be your sunshine."

Warm you and light up your dark and dark world.

Let the land full of thorns get a hint of spring.

The author has something to say: Finally!Driven out!I thought it was too late!

I forgot to mention yesterday that this chapter is written from the perspective of me, Ning Zai, although it is still in the third person...

And, it shouldn't be particularly cruel, right?Miserable seems a little bit miserable?

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Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: I don’t want to fail 3 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!