Born in 1975 in a remote mountain village, Taozi is now 25 years old, and his full name is Ren Tao, but I heard that this is only the name given to him by his adoptive mother. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He actually has the surname Yang.

This was something he had heard much later.

Taozi's memories began after he was five years old, and the first person he saw when he woke up from the hospital in the summer of '80 was his current mother, who she said was surnamed Ye. But what her last name is has nothing to do with him, he only knows that he doesn't have to wander anymore.

Taozi's first memories of life were countless beatings and starvations, and the woman surnamed Ye told him that he had been lost and abducted by traffickers, and that it had been several months before he was finally recovered.

But it had nothing to do with him, he just knew that from now on he wouldn't have to be beaten and starved.

It's just that this woman surnamed Ye is very strange to him, every time she sees him, she sighs and pities him, but she will show a hateful expression in the next second.

He tried to ask her every time, but he always opened his mouth and made no sound, so he could only shrink in the corner and watch her hysterically.

Later, the woman sent him to school, and she said that she wanted him to go to school well, and if he got a perfect score, she would tell him who his father was.

Taozi looked up at her with a young face, looking at her gentle and chilling smile, there was no expression on her round face, and even her eyes were slow, but this woman just touched his head and said, "Xiao Tao is the most well-behaved" and "Xiao Tao should be obedient".

Who is Xiao Tao?

He tilted his head, his eyes looking at her, but it seemed as if he was looking into the distance through her.

The woman's smile froze slightly, but the next moment it became more gentle, and she pulled up his collar to hide the sore skin and flesh underneath.

She watched his faltering back, and the gentle smile on her face gradually became distorted.

She left satisfied, the smile on her face was so cold that passers-by could only hear her murmuring.

"You don't want to leave me...... Never ......"

The woman would pick him up and drop him off from school every day, she would check his homework, she would make him a good meal, she would reward him with good-looking stationery, she would kiss him on the cheek when he got a perfect score on the exam, but—

He can't be friends with any children.

She said he was her alone.

Taozi's life began to twist, and he woke up from the hospital and never spoke again.

Taozi has always had scars on his body, and new wounds have been added before the old wounds have healed.

Taozi's grades are always the best, but he is an alternative in the eyes of his classmates, a strange child in the eyes of his parents, and he always wears that gray turtleneck, regardless of winter and summer.

He is a prisoner bird in purgatory.

It was a rainy day, and it was the sixteenth time he had sneaked out of his room, and he was running wildly in the rain with his head up, grinning in the rain like a madman who had been given a new lease of life.

Not surprisingly, he came home and saw her in the hallway.

She walked over and grabbed his arm, her fingers sinking into the wound of yesterday's new one, and he twitched his face as she dragged him into the room, knowing that, as is customary, the next thing was to be a stick of sticks.

He gritted his teeth and let out a sleepy whimper, and he fell to his knees like a dog in front of her.

He wanted to tell her that he wasn't going to leave her, that she didn't have to.

But he just closed his eyes and listened to the sticks falling on him again and again, and snorted like a dead pig.

Even so, in the end he was deprived of what little freedom he had left - he was forced to drop out of school.

She told people that he got into a fight at school and was expelled from school - that top students with good grades would fight with people?

Anyway, even if the whole world didn't believe him, he was still forced to drop out of school, but he was only in his second year of junior high school.

He had tried to swear to her many times that he would never leave the house without her consent, but he couldn't.

He knew that if she found out he could speak, he would never get out.

He thought of many things, did many things to make amends, and finally, in the spring of the following year, he went back to school, although it was no longer the same as before, but it didn't matter, when he breathed the air of freedom, he felt that everything was worth it.

But when he was blocked in the men's toilet by a few strangely dressed classmates, he learned the difference between a vocational high school and an ordinary middle school.

Once again, he tasted the loss of his personality.

It was a soul fall that was worse than death.

From that moment on, he made a decision in his heart - a decision for his soul to fly into the void of freedom.

In the fall of the following year, he bought a train ticket to City A.

No seat, but spent all his savings for more than a year, as well as the money he stole from her.

It was the first time he had stepped out of a place other than school and home, and he found it a novelty.

The road was bumpy, he looked at the crowd in the carriage and the sight of the car window was also fascinated by the sight of the passing scenery, and he saw the snacks in the corners of his mouths and wanted to go up to them and ask them what they tasted like.

But he can't, they'll treat him like a monster.

The day I met her was a night of drunkenness, red lights and green wine, and Sheng's fans were drunk. She came out of the glorious bar, like a noble and beautiful queen; And he was like an abandoned wild dog, kicked around and beaten around, abandoned by the whole world in purgatory on earth.

She wore a red dress, she had long black and silky hair, and her fair complexion was very different from his dirty.

He lay on the ground, his eyes closely following her steps, and suddenly felt happy to be punched and kicked.

He wasn't prepared to fight back and run away, because he knew they were just angry that he had stolen their bread, but he was so hungry.

He saw her get into the expensive car, and he withdrew his gaze, and a small brown and yellow bird flew in the sky, chirping a few times and flying higher into the sky.

He closed his eyes, a happy smile on the corner of his mouth.

Suddenly, he heard unfamiliar footsteps in his ears, crisp, powerful, and somewhat slow.

"Stop!"

A flurry of footsteps grew farther and farther away, fading into my ears.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a pair of large, concerned eyes.

It was dark and bright, flashing with care he had never seen before.

She looked at him and laughed, her voice nice and gentle, and she said, "Are you okay?" ”

He suddenly wanted to cry because no one had ever asked him if he was okay.

He tried to respond to her smile, but he squeezed out an ugly arc, he opened his mouth, he hadn't spoken for too long, and he couldn't say anything but whimper.

He saw doubt and pity in her face, and he panicked, he was afraid that the rest of her would dislike him like that, and he would not be afraid of him.

He struggled to his feet, but forgot the scars on his body, and a sharp pain came, and he fell in front of her in embarrassment, looking up at her white and tight calves. (To be continued.) )