Thanks Bumin

Under the bright window, an elegant woman sat side by side with an expressionless little boy in front of the piano. The woman's fingers danced briskly on the keys, and a series of lively and melodious melodies flowed out from under her fingertips.

"Rong Min, look, is it very simple, do you want to try?" The woman gently coaxed the child beside her.

The little boy remained motionless as if he hadn't heard it.

The corner of the woman's mouth froze, "It's okay, Mom will play it for you again."

As she spoke, she played the melody just now again.

"How is it? Do you understand? Can you try it too?"

The child's clear eyes reflected the expectant expression of the woman, and the little boy lowered his head silently without saying a word.

The woman took a few quick breaths, and forced a smile again, "We don't need to worry, Mom will play it again."

Unsurprisingly, the little boy remained indifferent.

The woman closed her eyes patiently, opened them again, put her hands on the keys, and slammed them heavily, causing the delicate instrument to whine.

The loud noise also indicated that things were gradually slipping out of control.

The woman's hands tightly grabbed the boy's thin shoulders, and the boy's body was shaken back and forth forcefully, like a dead leaf on the top of a tree, crumbling.

At this moment, the woman who had lost all elegance stared at the boy who refused to even make a sound, and complained sharply: "What are you thinking! Speak! Speak!"

Her movements pushed the boy away from the piano bench little by little, and finally, the young body, unable to withstand her pushing and pushing back and forth, couldn't help leaning back.

After the sound of "dong", everything returned to silence.

The woman looked at her hands in horror, and then raised her eyes. The blood from the little boy's forehead instantly stung her eyes.

The woman shook her head and backed away in a panic, muttering to herself constantly: "No, you are not my child, no!"

At night, in the bedroom.

The voices of the hostess and hostess rose and fell, high and low.

"Qi Luo, what are you doing? Rong Min is still young, what are you doing?"

"Ayi, that child, that child is abnormal!"

"Pay attention to your words, you are his mother!"

"I don't, I know, that's why I said that. Look at how old he is now and still refuses to talk. Other people's children can call mom and dad when they are one or two years old. What about him?"

"This……"

"Teach him he doesn't learn anything, he doesn't even look at the toys that other children like, and now he doesn't even have a playmate. Tell me, is this normal?"

"You can't just go on like this, take him to see a doctor."

"No, absolutely not. If you go to the hospital, you may bump into someone you know. If this matter gets out, our family will become the laughing stock of others! Absolutely not!"

"That's not okay, that's not okay, what do you want?"

"Of course, the fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better. Since you will be transferred out in two days, I think it's better to take this opportunity to keep Rong Min here. We don't have any acquaintances over there, and no one will know that we have a child." of."

"Stay here!? How can I do that! Rong Min is still so young, who will take care of him if he stays here?"

"What's wrong! Isn't there a nanny at home?"

"But……"

"Ayi, I haven't had time to tell you that I, I have it again."

"That's great!"

"Well, this time I will definitely give you a healthy and smart child."

Outside a door, a boy with a white gauze on his head stood silently until the voices in the bedroom gradually became inaudible, and he walked away silently.

The beautiful bungalow was half empty because of the departure of the hostess and hostess. The servants were busy packing the utensils that the hosts used to use carefully and meticulously, and they came in and out tirelessly like hardworking worker bees.

The little boy in denim overalls sat on the stone steps, staring at the busy people turning back and forth with his jet-black eyes, as if he had endless fun from it.He doesn't care that people deliberately forget him, because he also excludes everyone from his world.

"Sister-in-law Zhang, this child will trouble you. I will remit the living expenses to you on time. Call me if you need anything." The hostess took out an envelope from her handbag and stuffed it into the middle-aged woman's hand. inside.

A brilliant chrysanthemum suddenly bloomed on the face of the middle-aged woman, hurriedly wiped her hands twice on the apron, took the envelope with a flattering smile, and boasted: "Don't worry, I will definitely take care of the young master." Well done."

"En." The hostess reluctantly responded with a flash of disgust in her eyes.She turned her head to take another look at the child on the steps, but she accidentally fell into the pupils that were as deep as a deep pool, her body stiffened for a moment, she didn't know whether it was shock or anger, her fingers trembled, and the hostess quickly turned her head and slid into it. In the car, he urged the driver: "Drive faster."

Cars drove away one after another, loaded with luggage and furniture, and took away the two closest blood relatives in the world, but the little boy on the steps didn't seem to feel anything. Sad or not, he fixed his gaze on a small grass at his feet.

"Young master, it's windy outside, you'd better go in and play." The middle-aged woman called Mrs. Feng tried to squeeze out a friendly smile, but she didn't know that her crooked cigarette teeth made her face even more ferocious like an old witch.

She was originally just a servant in the kitchen, and she was not even considered a formal servant in the Rong family. Who knows what kind of luck she has hit, the wife will be sent out with the husband, and all the old servants around her will be taken away After choosing and choosing, the task of taking care of the young master at home who was never willing to talk actually fell to her.

Stretching her hand into her pocket to pinch the thickness of the envelope, the smile on the middle-aged woman's face finally became genuine, "Young master, come in with me."

As she spoke, she stretched out her hand to grab the boy's hand.Unexpectedly, with a sound of "Pa!", the boy who had been silent all this time suddenly swung her skinny arm like a branch.

Mrs. Feng couldn't hold back anymore, her face darkened instantly.Those in her family who she wanted to beat and punished whenever she wanted, and she didn't even dare to speak loudly to her, such a half-grown child dared to give her shame!

The boy raised his face, and Mrs. Feng was stared at by those unpopular eyes, and felt her scalp go numb. She couldn't help but think of the rumors circulating among the servants that even the wife was afraid of the young master. He hurriedly turned his face away to avoid those weird eyes, "You, it's fine if you don't like it, I'll go in and cook."

She hurried into the back kitchen as if something was chasing after her, and the little boy rested his head on his knees again, gently stroking the grass by his feet with his little fingers.

"Get up, get up!" The cold hand reached into the bed and mercilessly dragged the sleeping boy out of the bed while dragging his pajamas.

"What time do you still sleep? Are you a pig? You can't do anything, and you're so lazy!" Mrs. Feng scolded the boy who was dragged to the ground, and poked the boy's forehead with her fingertips. , ignoring the fact that it was poked red.

Just as the boy was about to look up, she slapped him down hard, "I told you not to stare at me with your eyes, and you are not allowed to eat breakfast today."

Sister-in-law Feng felt quite proudly that the head under her palm was no longer trying to lift up. She looked down condescendingly at the boy who was no higher than her thighs, and gave orders, "Hurry up and get dressed and get up."

The respect and kindness she had at the beginning was wiped out when she found out that his wife treated the child lightly. The phone that rang on time every month was just a perfunctory routine, and he didn't even let him go to talk once. This made her, who is also a mother, keenly aware of his wife's disgust for her child.

What made her even more gratified was that no matter what attitude she used to treat this child, he never made any sound, just like a born mute.

This made the cruel and rude seed in her heart quickly take root and sprout. First, the indifference of words, then the punishment of canceling the food, and finally the violence that would not leave any traces. The repeated temptations made her completely forget each other's identities. Smug and unscrupulous, she abused this child recklessly, like a cheap slave, which gave her a kind of twisted, secret pleasure, as if by trampling this child, she also trampled his mother, that noble An incredible woman.

Mrs. Feng, who fantasized that she was like a queen, walked away aggressively. The silent child stood up with support, and slowly changed herself into a patched clothes.

His closet has been locked by Mrs. Feng, every year new clothes sent from other places will be piled up on the floor by her with great interest, she will pick out the ones that are suitable for her children, and then keep the rest locked in the closet.

The child in the mirror has a sallow complexion, thin cheeks, and the originally exquisite facial features are almost out of shape. His unkempt hair has not been taken care of for an unknown period of time.

The boy lifted up the messy hair covering his face, revealing a pair of dark eyes, and put it down again.He was so hungry that he struggled even to do this.

In the living room, Mrs. Feng's reed-like body sitting on the large and soft sofa looked nondescript and very weird, but she didn't think so, occupying the hostess's favorite sofa made her feel like a dove occupying a magpie's nest Although what she holds in her hand is not the hostess’ favorite foreign literature but the woolen products she wove at home, she tries to imitate the hostess’s posture in the past, sitting with her back straight.

Now the only owner of the house, the child has been driven to the yard outside the house by her. She has always been very careful and locked the yard door tightly, so that no outsiders will have the opportunity to spy on the slightest bit of the house.

In the yard, Mrs. Feng was confident that the boy who could not escape had already slipped his thin body out from the gap in the fence, and successfully hid himself under the cover of lush trees.

"Hey, what's your name?"

The eyes of the boy in the bushes were slightly wide open, and a small figure squatted not far away from him. The boy's eyes stopped on the pink sausage in the figure's hand, and his throat rolled up and down unconsciously.

In the next second, the pink sausage disappeared into the mouth of a puppy with white fluff.

The figure carefully reached out and touched the puppy's head, and then magically conjured up a sausage and fed it to its mouth.

The puppy ate sweetly with his head buried in his head, and the boy's throat rolled up and down involuntarily when he saw the secret place.

All the edible things in the house were taken into the kitchen by Aunt Feng. The key to the kitchen was hung on her waist and never left her body. He hadn't eaten any food for two full days, and he was too hungry to see in his shaking eyes. any look.

"Be my dog ​​too, I'll come to feed you often in the future, okay?"

As he spoke, the small figure hugged the puppy, and spoke next to the pair of furry ears.

The puppy, which had licked all the sausages, wagged its tail impatiently, trying to jump out of the embrace that held him captive.

"Wang! Wang Wang!"

"Then I'll take it as your promise!" The rising tone showed the owner's excitement, and the little figure took out two ham sausages from his body and placed them next to the puppy, "I have to hurry up!" Go home, you have to eat slowly, I will come to see you tomorrow."

When the little figure was far away, the boy, whose hunger was almost bursting through his throat, staggered out of the bushes, threw himself on the little dog who was about to have another meal, and sliced ​​a ham sausage intact with his eyes red. He snatched it from under the canine teeth, and stuffed it into his own mouth hungrily.

For the next few days, the boy would crouch in the bushes every day, waiting for the little figure to appear, and then watch until he disappeared, snatching all kinds of food he brought from under the canines and stuffing them into his stomach.

Entering his world with the little figure is not only the food that can satisfy the hunger, but also all kinds of interesting and boring stories, the excitement of getting a beautiful glass bead, the loss of being robbed of the favorite candy, all scattered ,Ramble.

I don't know when, the boy's eyes not only have the food brought by that little figure, but also put that small, soft figure in his dark pupils.

The boy began to feel that the time was not so difficult. He was used to watching in the bushes outside the fence at that time every day. Even if he could have a full meal occasionally, he would wait there and take a look.

It's a pity that the world always likes to make waves inadvertently, and the white puppy is gone.

Maybe the owner no longer allowed it to run around, or maybe it was taken away by a dog buster in the middle of the night. That little figure couldn't find his beloved puppy no matter what.

The boy retracted his own figure behind the fence, stared at the anxious little figure, searched the surrounding bushes again and again, but found nothing, stared at the lost little figure squatting down and hugging his knees, trembling and crying, staring at the desperate little figure. The figure left reluctantly.

The little figure disappeared and disappeared into the boy's world. The boy hid himself in the bushes and waited for a long time, but he never saw the figure again.

the next day……

Day three...

Day [-]...

The boy waited stubbornly, until one day, he suddenly realized that he would never appear again, that little figure, the only color in his world.

That night, Mrs. Feng locked the door early to sleep as usual. The boy ran down the stairs barefoot, stood in front of the telephone, and dialed the only number that would come in.

"...Come pick me up..."