From 7 to 17 years old, an age to thrive, an age when you should read aloud in the classroom with a book, and an age when you should sweat in the playground to feel the beauty of youth.

And he lived a dark, slave-like life in a ravine that was almost called primitive-social.

His name is Xia Lian, and he is just an ordinary individual among the many children who have been sold by Guai.

The heavy farm work, the prey in the mountains and forests, the endless chopping firewood, the rattan and wooden sticks that were waved on his body, and the loud scolding of the old man named Zhang Lao Han filled his entire childhood, replacing the youthful pleasure that belongs to a child.

Wounds may become stronger after healing, but the wounds in the heart are difficult to heal.

"Hurry up, you idiot, you lost dinner again today!" The middle-aged man known as Zhang Laohan sat on a stone on the side, holding a dry cigarette in his mouth, and scolded fiercely, while stepping forward and kicking his immature shoulder fiercely......

"You can't catch such a little rabbit, and if you encounter a wild boar, you will wait to be killed!" Then a thick rattan struck him, and the boy's already scarred skin was peeled open again, and then he was thrown into the cellar by a large hand, and the infinite darkness completely overshadowed his vision, accompanied by the continuous chirping of rats......

Xia Lian suddenly woke up from his sleep. Nightmare, it turns out that everything just now was a nightmare.

Looking around, he was not in a dark cellar or a mud house full of the smell of mold, but a neat room, and the nightlight at the head of the bed always emitted a faint light, which seemed extremely soft and peaceful.

The boy let out a long sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat from his face, and turned on the lamp next to him, letting the warm light illuminate the room a little brighter.

At some point, he had an indescribable fear of the dark, so much so that when he slept, he liked to turn on the nightlight at the head of the bed. After waking up from the nightmare, he needed more light to dispel the remaining fears in his heart.

He found himself falling from the bed onto the cold floor, and the quilt wrapped around him was also wet with sweat from his body.

Since everything just now was a nightmare, why was it so real, it was like a real whip on his flesh, it was really painful. He instinctively looked at his body, his rough, dark skin covered with old scars.

These scars confirm that everything in the nightmare has happened, but he can no longer remember the specific details, only in the dream, these tragic pictures will be truly displayed again and again, tormenting him with the most real feelings.

His name is Xia Lian, and ten years ago, he was sold by Guai to a poor mountain village close to the border. And what he went through, no one knows.

On the day he returned to the city after that sad childhood, his mother took him to the hospital for a detailed examination.

"Your son has been severely beaten by Nue in the past 10 years, and although he has now recovered, his psychological existence will be severely overshadowed by what he has experienced, which is known in psychology as PTSD. ”

The doctor told his mother Yang Zhen in detail: "At present, because of the painful experience in the past, his brain has self-protection measures, commonly known as selective amnesia, which may be a good thing to a certain extent, but if some specific environment stimulates him and awakens the memories of the past, he may have some extreme thoughts because he can't bear the pain, and the most serious may even fall into a mental breakdown." ”

After hearing this, her mother Yang Zhen couldn't stop her tears from flowing out. After ten years of separation from his son, he finally got such a news when he was finally reunited, and it is estimated that all mothers in the world will be extremely sad.

"But don't be too pessimistic. ”

The doctor reassured: "If he is not stimulated, there is no major problem, and his life will not be affected." If you find that his mood is unstable, you can contact a psychiatrist for gradual treatment, and if the condition is good, it will return to normal in six months to a year. But remember, try not to expose him to things that are relevant to what he has experienced. ”

Xia Lian didn't know what the doctor said, so he could only endure the almost real nightmare every night, and the only thing that could warm him in those pictures was a little girl of his own age. But who was she, and where was she now? Was she the child who fell off the cliff?

The nightmare made Xia Lian unable to sleep again, he sat on the edge of the bed for a while, and when the sky was unconsciously bright, he made breakfast for himself and his mother, and went out with his schoolbag on his back.

There was not a single student in the sixth middle school at this time, and even the security guard guarding the door was still dozing off in the communication room, silent in a sweet dream that was not completely awake, Xia Lian had already entered the school gate early.

He has been studying in this school for almost three months, and he has already developed the habit of being the first to arrive in the classroom, and in the quietest moments, he can absorb the knowledge from the books to his heart's content, and he can also avoid the ridicule of others for him.

He didn't finish elementary school, and it was his mother who did everything possible to win him a place in the sixth middle school, so he didn't dare to have the slightest slack and slackness.

When I was a student, there would be one or two marginal characters in each class, and they were also the most unpopular, and they were often Qi-Fu while being ignored.

Unfortunately, Xia Lian, who had just returned to normal life and was a little out of place with everything around him, happened to become such a person.

"Yo, Tu-Bao-zi is so diligent. A pick-xin voice came in from the doorway, followed by a half-bitten meat bun.

With a pop, the greasy meat filling in the bun instantly scattered out after hitting Xia Lian's head, sticking to Xia Lian's hair and face.

"Oh, why don't you continue, please have your breakfast too. ”

A lean boy with pale yellow hair and a somewhat handsome appearance walked into the classroom with a smile, followed by four boys, all of whom had been following him for a long time.

The half of the meat bun was from their hands, and they also surrounded Xia Lian at this moment, and that huang-fa deliberately threw down and squeezed the books on it to the ground.

"Yo, what a mistake!" Huangmao said as he pretended to be kind, and stomped on the book on the ground, leaving a large black footprint behind him, and sat down in his seat with a smile.

Several other people were also like him, stepping on Xia Lian's book and walking back to their seats.

This person's name is Huang Qiang, and he is also the "boss" of this class, since the first day Xia Lian came to school, he has been negative to him in various ways, and what happened just now is commonplace.

Because of his unique ferocity and some of the forces behind him, the rest of the class dared not speak out.

Xia Lian looked at the books with footprints on the ground, pursed his lips, and silently bent down to clean up.

In only about 2 months after entering the school, all his textbooks have become like waste paper, with black hair curls, and most of them have the same footprints as today, and they are deeply printed in the paper.

This kind of incident happened in almost every school, and no one said exactly why it was going on, and those who were Qi-Ru couldn't figure out why it was themselves. Perhaps, it's just their own kindness and weakness.

Such things happened almost every day, and Xia Lian couldn't think of any reason, or didn't want to think about it.

He cherishes the life of returning to his hometown, and in his opinion, even if he is constantly exposed to all kinds of QiLing from his peers, it is not as good as everything he has experienced and endured.

In ten years, he lost not only his childhood as ordinary people, but also his studies. He thought that he could only make up for the missing studies by constantly working his own.

"As long as they ignore it, they will be bored sooner or later. Xia Lian always comforted himself with such words. But the truth is to let the other party gain an inch.

"Hey, why are you letting them Qi-lose you again. Before Xia Lian could read a few words, a girl slapped his hands the book he had just barely tidied up.

In a tone of hatred that iron is not made of steel, he asked, "Are you going to keep swallowing your anger like this? You're a boy!"

Xia Lian was silent for a while before he said slowly: "They didn't do anything, don't worry about them." ”

"What do you think they do? Take Dao-Tong-you? Ge your meat?"

The girl looked at him hatefully, as if she had nothing to say to the boy, "I hope you are like a man!" and then turned and sat back in her place. The girl's name is Zhao Yujia and she is the class president.

When Xia Lian first came to this class, he looked a little out of place with the children in the city from his dress to his behavior, so he was ridiculed and despised a lot, but Zhao Yujia did not give Xia Lian a lot of help in his studies like others.

Zhao Yujia is sweet and lovely, enthusiastic and kind, and Xia Lian is unconsciously intoxicated by every smile and smile, almost treating her as a goddess-like figure, and he lacks knowledge points because of the loss of junior high school courses. also with the help of Zhao Yujia, he replenished it little by little.

But when Huang Qiang and others began to bear him, and he chose to swallow his anger, Zhao Yujia's attitude towards him gradually became a little cold.

Soon it was time for class, and as the bell rang, the teacher stepped into the classroom to begin the boring day of high school classes.

The teacher's chatter on the podium was like a Buddhist scripture of Tang Seng, like a shock wave constantly pouring into Xia Lian's ears.

Without junior high school curriculum knowledge as a foundation, Xia Lian struggled to understand these knowledge points. In addition to being able to understand in Chinese class, trigonometric functions and chemical formulas are as unfathomable to him as as a book from heaven.

It didn't take long for the bell to ring. The teacher hurriedly assigned a few questions as homework and left the classroom, leaving Xia Lian with his hands holding his head with a helpless expression.

Even though I have taken a lot of notes in my textbook, there are still many things that I can't understand.

Xia Lian took a deep breath and prepared to take a closer look at the notes he had taken again, hoping to re-understand what the teacher had said.

A girl at the same table glanced at Xia Lian contemptuously, and that look seemed to say, such hard work and so poor grades, it's really Bai Chi!

"Hey, kid, I didn't hand over Qian today!"

A voice came from behind Xia Lian. At this time, Huang Qiang and the others were surrounding a thinner boy behind Xia Lian, and asked with a look of picule, "What, unconscious?!" as he spoke, he slapped the boy on the head.

"I, I don't have any money. The boy buried his head and replied fearfully and aggrievedly.

"No money, no money, what do you eat?" a man named Li Hang next to Huang Qiang put the book on his desk to the ground, and gave Che the computer magazine he was reading.

"People like you can look at this kind of crap computer magazine, right? After saying that, he smashed it to pieces, and then took it to his head.

This person's name is Wang Ze, and it can be said that he is a marginal figure in the class like Xia Lian, maybe he is too thin, or he is weak and introverted.

Huang Qiang and his entourage always treat them as a daily pastime.