Bian Jin leaned against the bedroom door, tears flowing down uncontrollably.

He knew it was a.

He knew he shouldn't shed a tear for the beasts.

But he is......

It's distressing......

At that time, when all his beliefs in life, all his care for his grandmother were slandered by his classmates and looked down upon by everyone, the only thing he could say in a dignified manner was-

"I'm not an orphan! I have parents! They're working hard for me! They love me so much! ”

How he wanted to have fatherly love and motherly love.

How he wanted someone to hug him, someone to say to him—"Don't be afraid, there's me." ”

How he wanted his parents to tell him that his persistence for so many years was valuable, and that the grievances he had suffered were understandable.

But no.

When he saw his father say this, he couldn't stop crying, and he even hiccuped.

He saw the disgust in his father's eyes.

And that undisguised disgust.

He didn't dare to cry anymore.

I even hiccuped in fright.

His mother said she was uneducated.

They began to blame him for not taking good care of his grandfather, the house at home is so rotten, as a boy, don't you know how to clean it up?

If you don't have money, won't you earn it?

Ask him why he doesn't study well?

Ask him why he is wearing such dirty and shabby clothes......

Because of what......

Because of them! Because they threw him as a child to a grandfather who loved to beat people and drink alcohol, and to a grandmother who was paralyzed and couldn't get out of bed!

Only grandma is good to him in this world......

Grandma died.

At that time, he still had something to hold onto.

Looking forward to his parents.

But who knows.

Parents......

Nothing......

They don't treat him like a human being......

He waited for so many years, waited for so many years, and was nothing......

He watched with round eyes as his father and mother left the leaky room in disgust.

gave him a red envelope with five hundred yuan in it and told him to study hard.

It's all polite, and there's no emotion in it.

Looking at him was like looking at a poor worm.

His eyes were full of disgust.

I don't want to get involved with him.

I want to run away from him.

Bian Jin was stunned for a long time with the red envelope, there was a lot of money in it that he had never seen, but in front of him, there was something...... Shattered.

Originally, he saw the world in color.

At that time, when he saw the world, it became black and white.

No matter what color it was, in his eyes, it seemed to have lost its color, tasteless, and dull.

His red envelope was snatched aside by his drunken grandfather.

He hit the old man.

I wanted to throw him down the hill at that time.

But in the end he left alone.

The wind in the mountains is still so cold.

He walked step by step down the slippery mountain road in the middle of the night, and almost fell down several times.

If you fall, you fall.

It's better to be dead.

Maybe it's because it shouldn't be killed, but in fact, this road has been gone for too long, and too many tears have been shed on the road.

He came down the hill safe and sound.

He will never shed a word again.

He was still the boy in tattered clothes, learning to survive in a completely unfamiliar environment down the mountain.

He didn't even know what a smartphone was.

Step by step, from coolies

"Bian Jin, Bian Jin, open the door, if you don't open the door, the porridge will be cold."

He was still the boy in tattered clothes, learning to survive in a completely unfamiliar environment down the mountain. He didn't even know what a smartphone was.

Step by step, from coolies

"Bian Jin, Bian Jin, open the door, if you don't open the door, the porridge will be cold."