Sea King, he's just a passerby

My name is Lin Qingyu, and I am the son of a gambler. I have a skin that others say is disgusting and obscene, and I was born like a flower of evil.

My mother has been gone for as long as I can remember.Neighbors said he died by jumping off a building, and others said he ran away because he couldn't bear the long-term domestic violence of the gambler father.

I would like to believe that mother ran away.

That's what I thought the second the drunken gambler's club fell on me.

How good it is to escape, start a new life, and become a brand new self.

I also want to escape, sooner or later.

Ever since the five-year-old gambler asked me to cook, I often put some medicine that would make people weak in his meals.

When I was six years old, the gamblers had already been abused by me so much that they dared not hit me again, and the neighbors also said that I was a freak.

Freak?Their kids are freaks—bullying me and stealing my stuff.

The old man who lived on the first floor often called me a vicious dog, and said that things with mothers and mothers are really different.

Yes, it really is different.

Those children are animals that have not yet enlightened. I just broke one of his fingers. Why are they crying so much?

Shouldn't they be punished for robbing me?

It should be, the retribution is me, and I will teach them a lesson.

When I was seven years old, because I had long hair because I had no money to cut it, the gamblers who lost a lot of money sold me as a girl to human traffickers.

I knew my chance to escape had come.

I pretended to be ill and tricked the low-intelligence human trafficker, trying to escape while he was not paying attention.

The result is: I succeeded, but I also fell into the hands of another human trafficker and was sold to an underground auction house.

I thought it was the beginning of another miserable life of mine, but in fact it was there that I saw God for the first time.

The place where they locked me was a cage, and there was a small hole in the black cloth covering it, enough for me to put my eyes on it and secretly observe the outside world.

The underground auction tonight is very lively, and the frequency of people coming and going is higher than usual.

The sound of urgent footsteps and conversation continued to pass through the small hole.

"Hurry up, we have a distinguished guest tonight!"

"Come in through the back door and directly reach the distinguished guests on the highest floor?"

"Why ask so many questions! Just go!"

Dear guest, what kind of greasy and disgusting person is it?My mind began to swell, I looked back bored, and nestled back to the corner of the cage.

I did not believe in God.

Until I was in the cage, the holes in the black cloth leaked light, and I met him.

—the distinguished guest.

The light is very dazzling, but I can't bear to close my eyes.

The jet-black soft shattered hair is obedient, and the baby-fat side face is trying hard to pretend to be serious. The school uniform that he once hated so much has become cute on him.

The dirty warm yellow light turned into an indescribably beautiful holy light on his body.

I have never seen such a clean and beautiful thing, I want to belong to him, to be his thing.

Eagerness and eagerness made me bump into the cage, making a harsh creaking sound.He looked over suspiciously, at that moment, my heart seemed to stop suddenly.

Will he see me, meet my eyes, talk to me?

Even just the filth of the last swear word is enough to make my soul tremble.

I waited, waiting for his eyes to fall on me.

But in the end, he glanced at it hastily, then looked away, and left with the adults beside him.

I shrank back to the corner of the cage mentally, and began to regret the slander I had made to him before.

If I kneel down and admit my mistake to him, will that distinguished guest be willing to buy me?

The author has something to say:

Resolutely resist human trafficking! !At the end of the article, the underground auction house and the traffickers were all brought to justice! !