The second volume of the evolution volume, the first chapter, the special chapter of Su Beimo

The boy was born in a tiny basement, which was a damp, shady place where cockroaches and rats crawled around. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

But the mother was very serious about cleaning the room every day, talking to the little boy about happy things, and she was so happy every day.

The little boy likes his mother the most, and when his mother goes out to work, the boy sits alone under the table, holding the only photo of his mother in his arms, and looks at it all day. The boy felt that his mother was like a fairy, she was standing in the photo, wearing a white dress, holding a pink flower, smiling softly, smiling...... It's even better than the pretty sister posted on the wall of the street.

Sometimes the boy pulls the corner of his mother's clothes, sits on the ground with his mother, and waits for the sun to go down a little bit, when the streets are gone, the mother will be very happy, and take the boy to rummage through the leftover vegetables at the grandparents he doesn't know, and the mother can always buy a lot of things with very little money. The boy was also happy, and he was happy to see his mother happy.

Occasionally, when he came home from kindergarten, he would ask, "Mom, where is my father?" Why do other children have fathers, but I don't? ”

Mom said that Dad went on a business trip and would be back soon.

Soon, soon...... How fast is it? Dad didn't come back when other kids laughed at him for his tattered clothes, Dad didn't come back when Mom was about to die, Dad didn't come back when he was looking at the cockroaches in a daze at the orphanage, and when he called another person "Daddy...... He still hasn't returned.

Originally, he put a lot of beautiful candy wrappers in that little iron box, and the children at that time liked to collect beautiful candy wrappers, unlike the little boy in beautiful clothes who had delicious candy that his father brought back from many places, he always shrunk in the corner and looked at them enviously, and then little by little on the street to collect candy wrappers that others didn't want.

He flattened them one by one, washed them, dried them, and put them in tin boxes.

He hides them in little corners and keeps them his little secrets.

Wait one day...... One day when Dad came back, he gave his baby to Daddy.

He's a good boy. Those candy wrappers were the treasures he collected little by little every day, they were crumpled and gray, the color was not good, the patterns were not special, and when they lay on the ground, no one would look at them, just like him, a gray, crumpled child lying on the ground and no one would look at them.

Can these candy wrappers ...... It's really his most precious thing! He had nothing but them.

He wanted to give his most precious thing to the man, but the man never returned.

The boy grew up to understand what poverty was and what contempt was.

So, when the mother stood in front of the principal and begged over and over again, begging him to keep the boy and begging him for a few days, he suddenly disliked her, shook off her hand, and ran out.

He ran frantically down the street, running down his throat like a fire, running until he fell, and he suddenly wanted to go home, he missed the table in the basement, he wanted to shrink under the table like before, holding his mother's picture and waiting for his mother to come home.

Can you just ...... It was he who shook off his mother's hand.

He looked at everything around him, like he was looking at a huge monster, and the people around him were walking around, looking at this dirty crazy child, and they all avoided it, as if they were avoiding some virus.

He got lost, huddled in a flower bed, peering at everyone like an abandoned little animal.

One hour, two hours...... He didn't know how long it had been, he was so hungry that he fell asleep and woke up in a daze, the street lights were on in the distance, the shadow of the moth fluttering around like some kind of monster, and the boy was suddenly frightened and covered his ears tremblingly.

Hungry and dizzy, the boy seemed to hear his mother's voice, calling his name over and over again, and ...... Mom is crying?

The boy opened his eyes and saw the blurred outline of his mother, the crystal liquid glowing in the lamp, and the boy couldn't open his eyes.

He suddenly realized that his mother was not beautiful at all! A wrinkled face, tanned skin, calloused hands...... He realized that his mother was not a fairy at all.

The boy was suddenly so sad that he couldn't speak!

Clearly...... Mom should be the fairy in a white dress holding pink flowers, why...... Why did it become the way it is, ugly, crumpled, like the old witch in the fairy tale that my mother said.

The boy felt more and more sad, so sad that tears were dripping, so sad that he didn't want to care about anything but cry.

The mother hugged the boy and said over and over again, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... Xiao Mo is sorry! Mom can't let you go to school, sorry......"

Stupid ** Mom...... Stupid ** Mom......

He's just feeling sorry for you! Who would worry about something that has nothing to do with them when their mother is crying!

Later, my mother became even more ugly, and she lay in bed every day, as thin as a street kitten, with only a few skeletons left on her body. She smiled at the boy with all her might, but she didn't know how eerie it was for her to smile like that at the moment.

The boy watched her fall asleep day by day, until one day, he could no longer wake her.

Her body began to smell strangely, and flies and bugs lingered in his and his mother's little home.

It was only at this time that uncles and aunts began to enter and leave this basement in the streets, and they sent his mother to a place he didn't know, he didn't know what the "death" in their mouths was, he only knew that from that day on, he would never see his mother again!

He was sent to a strange place by those people, and as "aunts" and "sisters" drove him into a corner, he always remembered his mother's scrawny and terrible face on the last day, and the familiar stench of her body, mosquitoes and flies swirling and buzzing on her face.

He missed his mother's wrinkled face, so much so that when he saw the fierce old woman in the yard, he felt so kind.

Time passed little by little, and he continued to grow up in the days of thinking about his mother and looking forward to his father, and he thought about his mother's face over and over again, only to find that the face became more and more blurry in his memory......

He is no longer afraid of being alone!

He wept silently in the middle of the night because he had forgotten the face of the most important woman in his life.

He couldn't remember the face she had kissed on his forehead over and over again.

It wasn't until one day in the long years that a girl secretly kissed him on the forehead, and his heart, which had been silent for a long time, slowly shook off the dust all over the place.

(To be continued.) )