"The embarrassment in this world is that not everyone has the same qualities as you. You are polite, and others push and shove. You are humble, and others are arrogant. You swallow your anger, and others kick your nose and eyes. You dress up gracefully, others will knock you off the subway with an elbow, making you embarrassed, and you can't ask others for quality, you can only restrain yourself! ”

"If it's me, I'll beat whoever provokes me......"

The words Nadi had said that day were extremely clear in Su Mo's mind, his vision was a little blurred, and the colorful lights on the street seemed to be a halo of light in his eyes.

Blood bloomed like a bewitching plum blossom on his shirt, the pain gnawed at his mind like thousands of ants, his pupils were covered with bloodshots, and tears fell silently.

He was aggrieved, aggrieved like a child in the face of the threat of death.

From the encounter in the deep sea to the present, the pent-up emotions have finally exploded completely.

"But I, I just want to live my life quietly, I just want to protect important things, I just want to live!"

"Do you have to take it away?"

His eyes were blood-red, and he roared and turned around like a madman, ignoring the orange bone spur that had pierced his chest, the sharp pain that pierced his heart. Just walked in front of the fishman along the bone spurs, leaving pools of bright red flesh on the bone spurs behind, faintly, you can still hear the sound of hard objects stirring the flesh.

The fishman clerk was stunned for a moment and was at a loss, his strength had already made him accustomed to ignoring life. But today, he has finally understood the tenacity of life. Every life is unique and cannot be trampled on.

"!!"

Su Mo suddenly took out a blood-stained pistol and put it against the fishman clerk's face, which was a few shots in a row, he pulled the trigger frantically, the flames blooming at the muzzle were his endless anger, but the reflection in his eyes was the previous picture.

It was the face of an expressionless middle-aged man, with a black beard, a sharp hooked nose, cold eyes, and the disgusting smell of tobacco.

"Su Mo, call Dad."

The middle-aged woman on the side took Xiao Sumo's hand and signaled him to be obedient.

"He's not my dad, I don't want it!"

Xiao Su Mo was wearing a wide dress, which was his mother's shirt before, and the clothes of adults were as ridiculous as skirts on his body. "Obedient!"

The middle-aged woman frowned, and her other hand quietly pinched Su Mo's waist, and her originally fair skin was instantly pinched and bruised.

"I don't want it, I don't want it!"

Xiao Su Mo ran away while stubbornly, seeing this, the middle-aged man snorted coldly from his nose, and then sat on the sofa and lit a cigarette and smoked it in a big gulp.

"You kid is so disobedient! Gotta clean you up today! “

The middle-aged woman walked forward a few steps quickly with a blushing face, grabbed Su Mo, and carried him into a small room like a chicken. "Bump!"

The inferior wooden door was heavily closed, and after a while, the sound of a woman's beating and scolding and Xiao Sumo's crying came from inside.

The picture switched like a camera, and in a blink of an eye, Su Mo was already ten years old, and he walked to school with his schoolbag on his back like other children.

But unlike the other children, he has no friends, he is still wearing his mother's shirt, his face is dirty, and he walks with a tugging and ridiculous look.

No child wanted to play with him, and he didn't dare to play with other children.

On that day, it was a dress-up party in the class, and all the children changed into strange clothes and dressed up as different cartoon characters, including Donald Duck, Doraemon, and little monsters.

Only Su Mo, who was still wearing his mother's shirt, curled up helplessly in a corner of the classroom.

"Su Mo, let's play together."

One of the boys held out his hand with a wicked smile on his face.

Even fragile rights are denied.

"No, thank you."

Xiao Su Mo had red eyes and was polite and never said a word again.

The laughter, the cheers heated up the classroom, and those loud laughs were like sharp knives piercing his heart through his eardrums, and the louder the laughter, the more cruel it became.

Lonely for three years and tired, in the blink of an eye, Su Mo was already thirteen years old, and that year, it was rare to have a light snow in Beihai City.

That night, the living room at home was surprisingly quiet, Xiao Su Mo wrapped his cotton jacket and got up to go to the toilet, but unexpectedly heard the conversation in his parents' room.

"What's the use of keeping that wild seed! Don't humiliate me with the fangs you used to have in the bar when you were younger! I now feel humiliated to see him every day! “

The man's roar was deafening, and the inferior wooden door could not stop his anger. "But he's my baby anyway, please, don't ......"

"Don't want anything! I can't even pay next month's rent, and this wild seed has been dragging us both down for eight years, what else are you going to do? ”

"But that's my child."

The woman pleaded bitterly.

"If this kid doesn't go, I'll go! See how you survive in the North Sea! ”

After that, the room was silent for a long, long time, and everything around it was as quiet as death.

"In that case, you can take him away tomorrow."

The last sentence was so small that it was almost inaudible, but Xiao Su Mo could clearly hear the sound of heartbreak.

That night, he sat on the roof of the building as usual, wearing a dirty shirt, a shabby cotton jacket, and bare feet, watching the prosperity under his feet alone.

Beside him, a figure identical to him sat back to back on the rooftop.

He sat like this for seven hours, not crying or making a fuss.

Until the next day, the door of the rooftop was opened by a middle-aged man. The figure that was exactly like him also disappeared, and the middle-aged man stretched out his hand indifferently and said hoarsely:

"I'll take you to the playground today."

Xiao Su Mo snorted, obediently put his little hand on the rough big hand, one big and one small hand holding hands and drowning in the wind and snow and disappeared.

These images are fleeting, and finally freeze on Sister Orange's tearful smile. "Let's go home with my sister."

This sentence is the sweetest honey in the world, enough to melt everyone's heart.

"Knock knock."

The pistol's bullets had been exhausted, but Su Mo's anger did not stop at all. The dense bullets stuck in the face of the fish-man clerk, but failed to cause substantial damage to it. "Roar!"

The fishman was completely enraged, and it angrily threw a punch straight at Su Momian's door!

Su Mo was also completely crazy, he roared like a madman, and he also punched him and wanted to hit it hard.

This punch poured all his strength, this punch was the anger he had accumulated in his heart, this punch made him really brave, like a man.

The reflection of the stagnant water under his feet was a shadow exactly like Su Mo, and at this time, he was smiling strangely.

With this smile, Su Mo's fist immediately had a blue halo, and the blue was so amazing, like the purest blue in the world condensed together. "Boom!"

A loud bang exploded, and the blue color was like a bamboo, blasting all the way up the fishman's fist, blasting the entire fishman's body into a ball of minced meat.

"Haha, hahaha......"

Su Mo's eyes widened in disbelief, he stared at his right hand and sat on the muddy ground while laughing maniacally.

He sat there laughing maniacally, ignoring the blood flowing like a stream. After a long time, he finally had enough of laughing, and he stood up tremblingly, and staggered out into the street with one hand on the wall, and he finally took that step, and stepped on the street outside.

"Hey, hey."

He smiled triumphantly, and then his body went weak and passed out, and on his back was a terrifying bloody hole.

Faintly, the screams of women and the chattering of people resounded in the streets. The tattoo on his back seemed to come to life, turning into dark red lines and quietly repairing the terrifying wound.