I don't have a name......

When my mother was sober, she would tell me to "be careful of my liver" and give me two or three copper plates to buy wine. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When she was drunk, she would grab my hair and punch and kick me, shouting at me "Seed!"

And in my world, there are only two kinds of mothers, awake and drunk.

She lived a miserable life, and I could hear her crying all night as she lay on the bed.

I know why she's crying.

She used to be a young lady from a big family, and she should have been innocent and carefree all her life, but she fell in love with someone.

likes it vigorously, and likes to run to his house on the eve of the wedding and let him take her away.

But the man already had a wife, and his wife was seriously ill in bed, and he could not leave.

She should have gone back, but she liked him so much.

She begged him to let him stay here for one night, and the next morning he left to sit in her sedan chair.

The man agreed, and it rained heavily that day, and she seduced him on that rainy night.

The man's wife coughed all night next door, and she dragged the man into the abyss of pleasure.

Before dawn, and before she could open her eyes from the man's arms, she heard a cry coming from next door.

The man's wife went early in the morning, and he sat there slapping himself and crying like a child.

She stood there looking at him, then ran away like she had done something wrong.

She didn't dare to go home, she only dared to stay in an inn outside, but what made her more and more anxious was not that her money was about to run out, but that she was pregnant with me.

Her belly grew bigger day by day, and she went to the man's house with her belly, but the courtyard door was closed, and the neighbor told her that after the man died of his wife, all his thoughts were lost, and he scattered all his family wealth and left home.

This time, she's the real one who is all about it.

"You know, I wanted to die with you. At that time, she was drunk and hugged her and said, "But I have done too many sins, so I don't want to hurt you." ”

But he sometimes thinks that she might as well die with him back then, rather than live like this by her side.

"Can you give me a name?"

He couldn't help but ask that day.

Then she went crazy and pulled at his hair like crazy, "Name? You want a name too?"

The jar with the wine fell on his face, and the blood flowed down with the wine, and he felt that his head hurt, but the woman kept beating...... Hit all the time.

If this continues, he will die.

He struggled to run out, and in order to prevent the woman from chasing him out, he even locked the courtyard door.

That night he huddled in a haystack with his arms in his arms, and looked at the stars in the sky with his eyes open.

"I don't know if I deserve a name, I just want to know, if I don't, then why did I give birth to me?"

He asked the stars in the sky in confusion, but no one could answer him.

"So, I'm still the one who is wrong, right?"

But the woman had drunk so much that she first knocked over the jar, and then knocked over the oil lamp, and the fire engulfed her, and the only gate of the courtyard was locked by him.

When I returned, I saw only the charred house, and her with the door pressed against the edge.

I killed her.

Her funeral was simple and simple, and in the small grave lay her who was once good and bad, calling her "little baby" and "evil seed".

I became an orphan, an orphan in all sorts of names.

Without a home, without relatives, I wandered from town to town, maybe I would die on the way that day, or I would disappear quietly one night, but I still kept moving forward, without purpose.

Until one cold night, I huddled in the corner, hugged myself and prepared to sleep, it was very cold that day, and my heart was almost frozen.

But at this moment, the small door beside me was pushed open, and a delicately dressed woman with a charming face, holding a palace lamp, stepped on the snow all over the ground and came slowly.

"Are you alone?"

"Yes. ”

"Will you come with me?"

“…… Willing. ”

When I was brought back to that door by her that day, all the slaves and maidservants called her Madame, and I called her so.

"What about you, don't you have a name?" she asked, teasing the children crawling around on the bed.

"My mother didn't choose a name for me. When he said this, he had some expectation in his heart, and he hoped that the lady in front of him would give him a name.

But he was doomed to disappointment.

"It turns out that you are also a person without a name. ”

At the time, he thought she was talking about the child, but later he realized that she was talking about herself.

Then she seemed to have forgotten him, and he could only stay in that room and watch the children crawl around every day.

As the days passed, the children who were crawling around grew up and began to stand up on their own against the wall, staggering forward.

He carefully guarded her, and then saw her clumsy and cute into his arms.

"Little ...... Brother. She snuggled into her arms and smiled happily.

That was the first time he heard her speak, and the first thing she said was little brother.

Later, he also knew her name, her name was Yan Hui, the small character Yan Yan, taken from Yan Zi Hui, laughing Yan Yan and Jun Feng.

It's a nice name, but the best thing is her little brother.

"Little Brother ......"

"Little Brother ......"

When she can walk smoothly, she is like a leather monkey, jumping up and down every day and laughing.

She always had a lot of strange things in her head, and one day she came to her with a strange-looking clawfish.

"Little brother, it's going to change color. ”

Yan Hui poked the cuttlefish with his chopsticks, and saw that the cuttlefish spewed out a stream of dark ink.

"Little brother, do you think it can write with this ink?"

Yan Hui eagerly took out paper and brushes, at that time she had not yet learned to write, and in the end, she only pressed a few dirty handprints on the paper with her palm.

But that didn't dampen her interest, and she pulled him to crouch in the sun, waiting for the ink to dry, and then ......

Then the "ink" disappeared before the eyes of the two of them.

"It's gone?"

Yan Hui poked the cuttlefish and tried a few more times, but without exception, the ink disappeared.

"This is really a magical clawfish, do you think it's a little brother?"

"You say yes, yes. ”

"Then none of us can tell this secret, only you know it, I know, this claw fish knows. Yan Hui held out her little finger at him.

"Is it okay for us to pull the hook. ”

The two tender fingers gently hooked together, but it was as if they had promised something great.

But beautiful things are always unexpectedly short-lived, Mrs. Shen came, she touched Yan Hui's wet clothes, and let her subordinates take her down.

It was a very good day, the sun was very strong, and the wind was blowing very comfortably, but Mrs. Shen said to herself:

"I know you like Yan Yan very much, but do you know that she won't live long......"