There is a place where you can exercise in Li Meng's community, and the elderly and children always like to go there to play, and Li Meng often goes there on weekend nights. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 Info That day, while she was sitting under a fig tree counting how many new fruits had grown on the tree, a tanned-skinned, drunken man passed in front of her and went up to a nearby building. However, after a while, the cry of a woman and the miserable cry of a child began to be heard upstairs.

"What are you crying for, what does Lao Tzu want you to do. It's fucking crying, and having a baby is the same fucking as a bitch, waste. ”

"Yaoyao, you go downstairs first, go quickly!"

"Where to go, where the do you want to go, Lao Tzu is not going well outside, and you have to be angry when you come home. Little bunny, where are you going? ”

"Yaoyao, let's go!"

"I'm cao fuck you, stop, it's against the sky, Lao Tzu can't kill you today!" After all, it is a mixture of scolding and crying, although the child is small, but it is also the most sensitive. Li Meng felt that her cold hair stood up, and she just wanted to run home, but she saw a little boy of her age stumbling out of the corridor, the boy's clothes and hair were messy, there was a bright red palm print on his face, the palm print had begun to swell, a pair of eyes were red like a rabbit, and his hesitant steps seemed to want to stay away from here, and he seemed to be worried about something and kept looking upstairs. Looking at his appearance, for some reason, Li Meng remembered the stray cat he saw in the community before who was abused by bad boys, so helpless and vulnerable, and his eyes turned red when he looked at him.

"Don't cry."

Hearing a voice next to him, the little boy turned to look, but turned his head back and did not speak, as if he was embarrassed by others to see his embarrassed appearance.

It wasn't until the sobbing next to him became louder that he glanced at the inexplicable little girl again: "What are you crying about?" ”

"Whew, it hurts."

The little boy sniffled twice: "My dad didn't hit you again." ”

"But it looks like it hurts, woo-"

Li Meng and Lu Yao met like this, until the noise and crying upstairs gradually stopped, until the sunset sank and the sky gradually became black, until Lu Yao's mother limped down the escalator to call Lu Yao home. Since then, they have a little friend on the way to and from school, they have a person who can comfort each other when their families fight and quarrel, and they have someone to confide in and accompany when they are distorted by family psychology in adolescence. It's just that some wounds are shallow, and with the passage of time, they fade when the wind blows, and some wounds have thick scars, and tearing those scars is bloody.