At a young age, Rong Ziyi saw the permanent damage caused by an unhappy marriage to both husband and wife. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info After a long time, some people still talk about how the mother who was born in a scholarly family and the father who came out of a wealthy merchant family did not listen to the family's arrangement, chose to fall in love freely, and bravely combined to form a happy family. Rong Ziyi didn't understand what made the former golden boy and jade girl finally go on a strange path, so that his wife even left her last words, refusing to be buried in her husband's ancestral grave, but insisting on being buried in Shanghai under the pretext of protecting her son. Good couple, resentful couple, only one word difference.

Did Rong Ziyi ever complain about his father? Did he secretly blame him in his heart? The answer is no. Because first of all, he is a good father. On the road of Rong Ziyi's growth, many of his qualities were cultivated by himself based on his father. His father's education and his demands of loyalty and integrity laid the cornerstone of his life path. He was the first influential mentor in his life. His admonitions and teachings, even today, often echo in his ears, always alerting him. Secondly, he is also well aware that his father is also a victim of this unhappy marriage. He had seen his father's suffering, just as he had seen his happiness later.

Because of the failure of the previous marriage, the father cherishes the new life even more. Perhaps after the combination of his father and Wu Yuzhen, he really felt the satisfaction of family life. He no longer always comes home late after socializing outside, and he can not go out on his days off. He would often walk side by side with his wife in the garden after dinner, sometimes help arrange the threads while his wife knitted sweaters, and even did nothing but take a book in his hand and sit quietly watching his wife and children laugh. His brow is no longer always tight, and his posture on the couch relaxes.

Rong Ziyi sometimes feels more like a cold-eyed bystander to the family. Father, Wu Yuzhen, Zixiao, and Zifan are enough to form a happy and complete family, even without him. He sometimes feels out of place, has the delusion of not being able to fit in.

There is also a reason why he will pick up Zizhong from the street. He sometimes feels lonely. Since his mother's death, he has a lot to say. He kept Zizhong by his side, on the one hand, he was pitiful for him living on the streets, and he was in danger; On the other hand, it is precisely because you can get along with him freely.

That day, he came home from school and sat upright in the back seat of the car reading a book. The driver braked so hard that he almost hit his head in the front seat. The driver broke out in a cold sweat, and while apologizing to Rong Ziyi, he opened the window and shouted in front: "You don't want to die!" If you don't want to live, let me get out of the way. ”

It turned out that a seven- or eight-year-old child suddenly rushed out of the street, and if it wasn't for the driver's timely braking, I am afraid that the child would have been hit by the front of the car.

Rong Ziyi also poked his head out of the window, and in front of the car sat a little beggar in rags. I don't know if he was scared or frozen, he was shivering all over. His face and body were dirty, as if he had rolled through a pile of coal, and he was black. Only a pair of big eyes are black and white, and they are the only places on this thin little boy that still have some aura.

Before Rong Ziyi could take a closer look, a few more children rushed over on the other side of the street, looking much older than this child in terms of age and size. Two of them dragged the kid to the corner of the street with a hard drag, and cursed in his mouth: "You kid, slip like a loach, and slip away without paying attention." Let you run! Let you run! Can you run? ”

A child went up and kicked him in the stomach. He lay on the ground clutching his stomach in pain, curled up, trying to shrink himself into a ball as much as possible, so that others might spare him for his humble sake. But he underestimated those people! Several feet kicked at him from all directions, beckoning to him. Even adults can't bear such a beating, let alone such a young child! It's just that he still didn't say a word, didn't even shout and cry out in pain, silently, once, twice, ....... He took a few heavy blows seriously, where could his already thin and small body like bean sprouts withstand it? His consciousness gradually blurred, but he felt that his body seemed to be less cold and less painful, and the shouting in his ears seemed to be getting farther and farther away. He had a sense of ease that he was about to be liberated.

He woke up in the hospital.

He found himself sleeping on the bed, the white and fluffy bedding, as if lying in the warm clouds. On the back of his hand, a thin tube is attached, and at the other end of the tube is a bottle hanging upside down on a shelf. There was also half a bottle of water-like stuff in the bottle.

He tried to move, only to feel that the bones in his body hurt as if they were falling apart, especially in his chest and thighs. He remembered the beatings he had received before. He was about to sit up, but someone stopped him at the first time.

It was a teenager.

How can there be such a clean and good-looking person?

When he was begging for food, a rich man would throw a coin into his small bowl from time to time. They were also well dressed, but they only sighed and sighed from time to time, or simply turned their heads sideways, and some of them thought they were dirty and avoided them. No one would look at him like him, with a warm and calm gaze. He held his arm to keep him from moving. The contrast between his dirty hands and his white hands was stark. His hands were white and smooth, his nails were neat, and his white shirt peeked out from the cuffs to cover his wrists. As soon as he was hit on his body, the white cuffs became gray-black. But he didn't mind in the slightest. Only then did he realize that the bedding on the bed had also been soiled by himself.

He was in his chagrin when he heard the boy talking to him. A long time later, he still thought that a person with such a pure, heavenly voice must be the kindest person in the world. The sound was like the choir chanting he had overheard in the corner of the church. He didn't understand it, but it sounded really good. If one day he goes to heaven, he will surely find that the angels speak to him in the same way.

“…… Don't move yet. The doctor said you had low blood sugar, plus you were frightened, so you fainted. You have to finish this bottle before you can move. It was Rong Ziyi who spoke.

He didn't quite understand what he was saying, but nodded obediently.

"I heard that they beat you because you begged for food and got to their territory, right?" Rong Ziyi asked.

He nodded again.

"I'm sorry. I should have had someone go up and stop it sooner so you would get less hurt. Fortunately, the doctor said that it was not a big deal. Look, is there anything else I can do for you? Rong Ziyi's voice has a soft magnetism unique to young people.

He didn't answer, just stared at him intently.

"What's your name? Where is home? Is there anyone else in the house? Rong Ziyi asked again.

He still doesn't speak.

"You don't say anything, I can't help you." Rong Ziyi sighed.

He tried to open his mouth, but still no sound came out.

"You ......" Rong Ziyi suddenly realized: "You can't speak?" ”

He nodded.