ABO is doomed

He didn't know how long he had been walking in the woods with no exit, he was shivering from the cold, and looked down at his ankle, the pain eroded every nerve in him.

Maybe he will die here... Just like those dead leaves that have been piled up for an unknown amount of time, he will die, rot, and stink here.

He didn't want anyone to find him, so it would be nice to die here quietly.

He leaned against a tree and looked up. A few stars could be seen in the sky covered by the leaves. The clouds had already covered the moon above. It seemed that it was really going to rain.

When I was a child in the village, there were many more stars in the sky than now, and the occasional one or two planes with red and blue lights passing by can make them excited for a long time.

"It's an airplane! Father, look!"

That year, Qudi was five years old. He and his father squatted by the paddy field to watch the night. This year's rice had just been planted, and no one could snatch the water away. His mother was tired all day and rested at home.

His father lit up the old pipe that had been blackened by smoke, and took a deep breath. It is said that this pipe was left by his grandfather. His father never left him. He didn't look at Qudi, but frowned and shouted. He sits still.

"Sit down! Don't bother!"

Qu Di obediently sat next to his father, and shrank his hands into his sleeves. The evening wind made him a little cold, and the clothes he picked up from his brother's house next door were a bit big, and the wind poured into them.

He huddled beside his father, not daring to speak, but his eyes were still looking at the receding plane above his head, Xiao Qudi's eyes were bright, and there was still a smile on his face.

Although I was scolded by my father, I saw the plane tonight!Tomorrow he will talk to his brother next door, so they will definitely take him to play.

In the middle of the night, he couldn't stand it any longer and dozed off. Suddenly, his father kicked him, and he threw himself forward and fell into the paddy field.

The water was not deep, but Qudi was too small, so he managed to get up after choking on a few mouthfuls of water. He forgot to cry, and just stared blankly at his father standing by the field.

His father's eyes were cold, and he suddenly muttered: "Useless Beta."

Seeing that Qudi hadn't moved for a long time, he kicked up a stone near his feet and hit him. Qudi sat down in the water and burst into tears belatedly.

Qu Di knew that his father didn't like him, and he often lost his temper with himself, but he had never been beaten before, and this was the first time he was beaten.

That night he cried hoarsely, and his father didn't even plan to pull him. Finally, he wiped his tears and climbed up.

Father had already returned to his seat and started smoking. Qu Di was very frightened. He stayed away from his father and asked in a low voice, "Father, can I... can I go home and change my clothes?"

His father squinted at him: "Go back, don't embarrass me here."

After returning home, his mother looked at him who was soaking wet and kept crying, and didn't ask anything, but silently took him to take a bath and change clothes.

Only later did he know that a child was born in his uncle's house that morning, an Alpha.

After that day, his father began to strike him frequently, but he still paid attention to the strength of his subordinates. At least Qudi didn't seem to have any trauma, but Qudi became more and more silent, and he wouldn't cry when he was beaten or scolded.

Even his mother doesn't feel sorry for him.

In the past, what he hoped most was that the children in the village could take him to play with him, but now he has to think about whether he will be beaten even after drinking saliva, and he has no extra energy to play and make trouble.

He became more and more withdrawn.

Later... my mother went to the city, saying that she was working part-time, because the money my mother sent home made the family situation better, and my father seemed to beat him less, and even allowed him to go to the only elementary school in the village. .

It didn't take long before they lost contact with their mother, she stopped sending money home, and my father became irritable again, and he went back to his old life and stopped going to school.

after that?

He remembered that it was a rainy day. He and his father were peeling beans at home. There was thunder outside, and someone knocked on the door. His father eagerly put down what he was doing and ran over to open the door.

Two strangers came in. They were wearing black raincoats, and their hats covered half of their faces. He didn't dare to look at them.

I don't know what they said, the two left, and there was a young girl in the father's arms.

It was an Omega, a sleeping Omega.

She was wearing a bright yellow dress with a pattern of a bird she had never seen before, her eyes were a small shiny stone, she was completely soaked, and her long chestnut hair stuck to her face. See what she looks like.

But he smelled a faint fragrance of flowers, even better than the frangipani blooming in the village.

"Don't put on a raincoat, what if it gets wet." My father muttered as he led him into his room. After he entered, he closed the door with his foot.

Qu Di didn't look up, and didn't dare to ask more questions, but just kept peeling the beans quietly, but her heart drifted away.

It was the first time he heard a woman's almost shrill cry that night.

He has a stepmother, this is what his father told him.

That morning, his father was very happy and gave him an egg, which was laid by the hen at home. His father knew how to eat it, and he sold what he couldn't finish. He hadn't eaten it for a long time.

Looking at his father's smiling face, he felt as if he had passed away for a while.

"When the time comes, let her give me a white and fat Alpha, and see if those two dogs dare to look down on me."

Ergou is his brother-in-law. Their Alpha is five years old this year. Sure enough, he is different from their Beta. He can recite a lot of ancient poems before going to school, and he can also do multiplication and division. It is said that their family plans to use He was sent to the primary school in the county to study.

Everyone in the village envies and envies, and if this Alpha is successful in the future, this family will really flourish.

Qudi is also very envious, he hasn't learned multiplication and division yet.

His father suddenly became motivated, and he went to the field more diligently. Qu Di didn't have to go to the field to help with the work every day. His father asked him to take care of his "stepmother" at home more.

When he saw Schumann for the first time, she had already changed into the most common scarlet flower dress in their village, and that beautiful dress was thrown into the fire pit and burned, Qu Di still felt a little regretful.

Schuman stayed on the bed, huddled in a corner, with messy hair, and bruises on her hands and legs. Qudi knew that her father must have beaten her.

He put the porridge beside the bed only to find that the stepmother's legs were locked by a chain, and the other end was fixed to the wall. It didn't exist before. He didn't know when his father got it.

Before he could take a closer look, the woman overturned the porridge he had cooked all morning. She grabbed the pillow and threw it at him, shouting, "Get out! Get out!"

Her voice was hoarse, her eyes were red, and her face was stained with tears.

Qu Di ran out in fear, he vaguely felt that something was wrong, why did he lock her up?

Not long after he went in again with a bowl of porridge, the woman was still huddled in the corner, Qu Di didn't dare to approach, but put the porridge where she could reach it.

"Sister... has eaten."

He didn't call him aunt or mother, although his father said it was his stepmother.

When the woman heard his voice, her eyeballs moved, and she looked at him. Qu Di subconsciously took a step back, turned her head and closed the door.

This kind of life lasted for two months, and he would often hear the cries of his father's room in the middle of the night, and he covered his ears, telling himself not to listen or think about it.

He still delivers meals to the woman every day, and the woman no longer yells at him, and sometimes even whispers thank you to him.

He blushed back: "You're welcome."

Until one day, the woman stopped him.

"What's your name?" Her voice was soft and soft, like the autumn breeze, refreshing.

Qudi hesitated for a while, then replied: "My name is Qudi, Quzi's Qu, Dizi's Di."

He is very happy, this is the self-introduction he learned from school, but he has never had the opportunity to meet new friends.

"Good to hear……"

The woman looked away from his happy face, lowered her head, stirred the porridge in her hands, and just when Qu Di thought he would say nothing more, she whispered a name.

"Schumann."

"What?" Qu Di didn't respond.

"My name is Schuman, Shu..." She paused, and continued: "Comfortable Shu, graceful Man."

Qu Di said with some embarrassment: "I haven't learned these two characters yet..."

"Come here..." Schumann beckoned to him.

Qudi walked over, and Schumann took his hand and wrote two words on his palm with his fingers.

Schumann's hands are very thin, with protruding blood vessels, covered with large and small red and purple marks, which is a bit shocking.

That afternoon, Qudi learned to write the words comfort and grace.

He didn't let his father know, but when he heard the familiar cry in the middle of the night, Qudi's heart flustered for a while. This sister taught him to write with a smile during the day.

She looks good when she smiles, just like the rapeseed flowers in Grandma Li's house in the village, gentle as water but bright and charming.

The next day, he hesitated to go in, but Schumann called his name.

Schumann had a bruise on his face and a lot of scars on his body, but she didn't talk about what happened at night, she just chatted with him softly and asked him if he wanted to hear a story.

His guilt was getting heavier and heavier, and he didn't dare to look directly at Schumann, and he didn't dare to continue to accept Schumann's kindness. One day a month later, he rejected Schumann's suggestion for the first time to continue teaching him to read poetry.

"I... I won't study anymore, I'm sorry, sister..."

He wanted to leave with a pale face. He no longer dared to look at Schumann's emaciated body. She was no longer beautiful, her eyes were empty, and even her smile seemed fake.

"Qudi!"

Schumann stopped him anxiously, as if grabbing the last straw, she said in a hoarse voice, "Can you... help me..."

Schumann cried, this was the first time Qu Di saw her cry, maybe she also cried in those desperate nights, but he pretended not to know.

"I..." Qudi's throat was so dry that he couldn't utter a single word.

In fact, he really wanted to agree. Schumann didn't belong here in the first place. He also knew these days that this elder sister was bought by his father, just like the old bachelor in the village, looking for someone to buy his daughter-in-law.

He thought of his father's ferocious face, the whips and sticks that fell on him, and the time when his father kicked the five-year-old him into the paddy field unexpectedly.

He dare not...

Father will kill him.

He hurriedly pushed Schumann's hand away from him, and ran out of the room as if fleeing for his life.

Schuman called his name, with desperate cries, but he didn't go back.

That night, he didn't hear the trembling voice, he curled up under the blanket and looked at his palm.

This is his first friend...

His father's key is hidden in the box in the attic. He has seen it before. Maybe he is like this in this life, but Schumann shouldn't be like him, spending a hopeless life here.

Maybe it's just like what my father said, he should have died long ago, he is a useless piece of garbage.

Ten-year-old Qu Di thought of death, and he wanted to let Schumann go before he died, which was the only thing he could do.

But no one gave him this chance. Schumann took out the hidden porcelain in the middle of the night and wanted to kill Qudi's father, but he was discovered. His father cut off Schumann's hamstring in a fit of anger...

The author says:

Sadly, I didn't even have a holiday for the Mid-Autumn Festival.