When I was in the third grade of primary school, a student from other places transferred to the class, I have forgotten what his full name is, and I know that his nickname is Xinxin.

On that day, the head teacher brought in a strange boy, who walked up to the podium and introduced himself in an awkward voice.

The head teacher said: Today, he is our classmate, and I hope we can help each other and make progress together.

I thought to myself, cut, who will help each other with him. At that time, I didn't know what was going on with him, he coughed non-stop every day, and he had to cough for a while after a few minutes, and his voice was harsh and tiresome.

When I came home from school that day, I walked in front of me, and he followed me all the way, and I got home, and he got home. At this time, I found out that this product actually lives opposite my house, hmph, how can I bully you in the future.

When I got home, I asked my mother, and she told me that the child was from the town, and that his parents were divorced, and his mother had remarried to the opposite door, and then he followed.

Me: Oh, that's still the case.

The mother continued: "The child and his father are not in front of him, but they are not allowed to bully others, our two families are the door, but you don't dare to make it look bad, do you hear?"

Me: Well, you know, I can bully people.

When I went to school, I went out and saw him standing in the doorway.

When he saw me come out, my mother-in-law (grandmother in Shaanxi dialect) said that we should go to school together and follow each other when we came back from school.

I said, "Well, it's okay, let's go."

This is, I just looked at him carefully, the big head melon, the age of ten has grown a little gray hair, the voice is close to the voice of a male duck, anyway, it is uncomfortable to listen to, and then there is Mu Nene's eyes. Because of my mother's advice, I didn't stay away from him, but I didn't get too close to him.

Let's talk about the family across the street from my hometown. The man was about the same age as my father, and he was still a bachelor, yes, to this day. At that time, I heard the person at the door say that the man had a daughter-in-law, but the woman had a bit of a problem with her brain, similar to the mental retardation that people often say. Every day, he sat on the stone steps at the door, pinching his right hand with his left hand, and smirked at the people who came and went. Then one day, the man took the silly woman to a foreign country, and then threw the woman in a sea of strangers and took a taxi back by himself. When someone asked, he said that he was divorced from a stupid woman. It's just that anyone with a discerning eye knows it, but it's hard to tell. The man had a daughter, who was also said to have been born to a stupid woman, but fortunately, the child had good facial features and was beautiful. I just don't know how he explained to his own girl the whereabouts of her biological mother. Later, he married this divorced woman and brought her child, that is, this boy named Xinxin.

At that time, it was the wax moon, the weather was cold, Xinxin's biological mother and the man went to work in other places. Perhaps from this time, it should be the beginning of Xinxin's nightmare.

I don't know if it was because the weather was getting colder or something else, but he seemed to be more wooden than when he first arrived, coughed more frequently, his face was more sallow and pale, and he never communicated with anyone, but talked and laughed with me. The truth of all this should start at noon.

At noon that day, it was a cold day, and the alley was full of melting snow and mud, and I struggled to get home, and my mother's lunch was not ready. I sat on the stool and waited quietly to eat, after about ten minutes, I just served a bowl of rice in my hand, the first bite of food has not entered my mouth, I heard Xinxin come to my house and call me to go to school. I saw him holding half a cold steamed bun in his left hand, the kind that didn't clip anything, and half a pocket of fried cooked noodles in his clothes pocket (the old parents fried raw flour with seasonings, similar to oil tea, can be added to water to drink, of course, you can also eat dry, provided that you have enough water to eat, otherwise you will choke to death).

The mother was also surprised and asked: Xinxin, didn't your mother-in-law cook at noon?

He said, "Yes, my mother-in-law said, I came back late from school, and they all finished eating." He brought me some food and told me to go to school.

At that time, I couldn't understand the truth of all this, and my mother naturally knew it.

She said, "That's it, we can't eat much, you can eat something hot at my house." Auntie will scoop you a bowl of noodles.

He excused himself again and again, saying that he was not hungry and liked to eat fried noodles. The mother couldn't shirk it, and it was hard to say anything, but her eyes were a little complicated and distressed.

Later I learned that it was supposed to be called abuse.

That winter, I have the impression that Xinxin has never eaten a hot lunch, only during this period Xinxin's biological father came to see him once and brought him a lot of delicious food. And I never think about it, and I don't think about that level. In fact, these are all fine, the most terrifying thing should be how he endured all this as a child of such an age, and pretended that nothing had happened, how strong his heart was. Because, on that day, the neighbor to the west of my house, which is Xinxin's house, came to my house to talk to my mother.

Two women, in the winter, sat on the hot kang, one holding a shoe sole in his hand, and then chatted about some things in and out of the house.

At this time, I heard the woman whisper to my mother: I will tell you something, you don't want to tell anyone.

The mother said, "Well, you say, I don't usually go out, who will tell anyone else?"

The woman looked at me again: Shuang'er, don't you dare to give people propaganda when you go to school, do you hear?

I nodded earnestly.

The woman said: I have been hearing the mother of the child (the man in the other house, that is, Xinxin's stepfather) in the courtyard every night in the past two nights. The night before yesterday, the snow was so heavy that I heard the birth son tell Xinxin to kneel in the snow and beat the baby with a bamboo stick.

When I heard it, the whole person was stupid, and that's why he was getting more and more wooden. His face was sallow because he hadn't eaten a full meal. He was coughing worse and worse because he was kneeling in the snow on a snowy day. The reason for all this has been revealed.

And the most important thing is that every time he and I play at the door, he is talking and laughing, and he is very happy, and his happiness at that time should be from the heart. And every day when it was time to eat, the hateful old woman would stand at the door and shout: Xinxin, come back to eat.

I can almost imagine what he was eating.

It wasn't until after the spring of the New Year that Xinxin's biological mother and his stepfather, who were born sons, came back from other places.

Either people say that paper can't hold the fire, really, if you don't want people to know, you can't do anything unless you do. It is said that on the night Xinxin's mother just came back, she bathed him and found traces on her son's body, and after repeated questioning, she learned that it was her man's mother who was abusing her own child.

The woman had been at home all night like crazy, and I could hear the woman's heart-rending screams from the moment I fell asleep. The next day, the woman called her ex-husband and took her son with her, and I saw the family of three leave with disgust and anger on their faces. Xinxin's biological father and biological son were inseparable at the door, and I stood at the door and watched, just like many people on the side. Xinxin looked back at me, his eyes were still wooden, but there seemed to be a trace of reluctance.

In the end, the family of three left, and Xinxin was held in his father's arms and left here. He lay on his father's shoulder, looking at this place that was both familiar and strange and terrifying to him, and finally looked at me, and he just kept staring at me, full of envy.

I haven't seen him since, and I haven't heard from him sire. He ended up in my life and never came again. And then the man on the other side is still single, after these things, who in ten miles and eight villages would dare to marry a girl? Besides, he is getting older and older, and it is not easy to find it. His mother, that is, the old woman who abused Xinxin, was in a hurry to get angry, and then she was paralyzed, incontinent, and could only sit on the kang, eating, drinking, and Lazar had to be served, and her eyes and mouth seemed to be more slanted. kept yelling words that others didn't understand, and she didn't have to think about it, and she knew that she was complaining. None of the villagers were willing to go to her house to see her.

Therefore, the master often told me that the way of heaven is cyclical, and all kinds of causes and effects in this world have a reason. It's still the same old saying, good is rewarded with good, evil is rewarded with evil, it's not that you don't pay back, the time has not come. This sentence has been said for thousands of years, and people are still talking about it, so you have to be afraid, there is always a reason, you say yes. If you don't believe it, just look at which one of those who have done all the bad things throughout the ages has died well?

Since I was a child, my parents have always loved me and used to me, and they all said that my father was strict and loving to my mother, but my father never touched me since I was a child, not once. It's always easy to talk and persuade, although my family was poor when I was a child, but I never went hungry. Compared to those who have unhappy families, I am already happy enough. It's just that we don't know it, and we can't see it, which is the so-called being in the midst of blessings and not knowing blessings.

I wish you happiness and hope that you can see your own happiness.