My name is Zhong Chuhao, and when I had common sense, I lived under my father's poison.

I vaguely remember that when my mother was still there, our family life was very happy, even if my parents quarreled, they would soon be reconciled, because his father would make amends to his mother, and then my mother would smile and forgive my father.

I thought that my life would grow up healthily under the care of my parents, and after work, I would find a virtuous wife to marry and have children, and then our family would live a harmonious and beautiful life.

But this is all delusional, I don't know when the parents quarreled and started to move, the father will not be looking for the mother to make amends, and the mother is not the same as before, giving him food and playing with him.

His mother still went out early and returned late, and his father began to spend more time at home, and began to instruct him to go out to buy alcohol and cigarettes, and would beat him and ask him to ask his mother for money.

He didn't know what money was, but gradually he learned that money can buy things, everything in the family is bought by money, and the meals they eat are also bought with money.

When he realized that money was precious, his parents divorced, he was abandoned by his mother to his father, his home was shattered, and he was like a beggar driven out of an ivory tower.

After all the money left by his mother was spent, he was taken by his father to his mother's unit and cried to her for money.

I don't know if I'm my mother's little vampire, because when I was beaten, when I was bullied by children, and when I was talked about by the neighbors, I had become my mother's biggest drag, and my mother began to avoid me, and when I dreamed that I could return to a happy family, this dream was completely shattered.

I don't know how I lived in those years, maybe it was picking up garbage, or helping people wash dishes on cold nights, and the money I earned was taken away by my father to buy alcohol and drink, and he relied on the food he picked up in the garbage can, or the leftovers in the dishes when he washed the dishes.

I don't know what I'm still alive for, there's nothing in the world I can be nostalgic for.

When the Banhua of their class reached out to him, he knew what he was holding onto.

If he died, then how did he meet the man who regarded him as life.

Comforted him when he was upset, stayed with him when he was sick and uncomfortable, cooked for him, and even gave him a home, a home without beatings and scolding, and no dirty blood.

At first, he probably thought that this was the person his mother had helped him find, just to make up for him.

But she kept preventing him from going to his mother, and he knew that he might be too self-righteous, especially when he secretly ran to the community where his mother was with Ning Ning behind his back.

He hid behind a tree and watched his mother and an uncle take a walk with a small child, and the smile on his mother's face was so beautiful and happy.

He didn't know for a moment what he was going to do, he didn't know what he was doing if he asked his mother to look back on that dark time, when she had already come out, why did he ask to pull her back?

Forget it, so be it......

At that moment, he really snuffed out the faint candlelight in his heart.

He will be a single parent in the future, and his beautiful and gentle mother died long before she stepped out of the house.

Wandering aimlessly through the streets, he had planned to rush back before Ning Ning found out, but now he suddenly felt that he was out of place in this bright world, and he wanted to go back to his gutter-like father's house.

It seems that this is where he belongs, and where a rat in the gutter like him should go.