Late at night, Chu Jiaojiao had a dream.

She walked down the mossy alley, the ground slippery, the silence all around, and the sound of raindrops falling from the eaves struck her heart.

Continuing to walk forward, Chu Jiaojiao only had this thought in her heart, she wanted to see where this was.

It wasn't long before she saw a little boy sitting in front of a dilapidated hut.

He was dressed in a washed white garment, and he could see the pudding that had been repaired on it, and his face was covered with different wounds, blue and purple, especially the one at the end of his eye, which was a freshly scratched wound and still bleeding.

After a pause, Chu Jiaojiao quickened her pace and walked over.

"You ......," she began, not knowing what to say.

The little boy looked up at her coldly, his frozen look seemed to be frost frozen for thousands of years, which made Chu Jiaojiao feel like she had fallen into an ice cellar.

She was a little at a loss, and spoke again, "Little friend, why are you sitting here?" ”

The little boy didn't answer, and looked away from her.

Chu Jiaojiao approached him, and then squatted down, "Little friend, how did the injury on your body come about?" Did someone hit you? ”

"You tell your sister, and your sister will help you get justice!"

Chu Jiaojiao said for a long time that her mouth was dry, but the little boy just didn't answer and stopped looking at her.

He kept looking ahead as if he was waiting for someone.

Chu Jiaojiao looked at his line of sight, there was no one, the alley was long and long, exuding a dull atmosphere.

"Who are you waiting for?"

At this moment, the little boy who thought he couldn't speak suddenly spoke up, "Mom." ”

Hearing him finally speak, Chu Jiaojiao laughed, "Where did your mother go?" Does she know you're hurt? ”

The little boy lowered his head, and Chu Jiaojiao's gaze immediately moved down to his arm, the scars on it were no less than on his face, densely accumulated, in addition to bruises, there were also marks of being punctured by sharp objects, and burned by cigarette butts.

She couldn't imagine what had happened to him, but the wounds were so shocking that she almost forgot to breathe.

The heart curled up, as if a dull ache suddenly surging from the mountains, bringing out the most continuous wounds. It felt so clear, so clear that it felt like she was being torn apart when she breathed.

From the silence at the beginning, it gradually crawled all over her body.

The little boy suddenly stood up and ran towards the house.

Chu Jiaojiao wanted to chase him and ask him clearly, but as soon as she stepped into the house, the scene suddenly changed.

Standing on the playground was still the little boy, looking at the group of children surrounding him with an indifferent expression.

Someone hit him with mud, and he didn't move.

"Smash him, smash him, he's a wild seed, a child that no one wants."

"My mom said his mom was bad."

"We don't play with little mongrels."

"Get out of here......"

Countless things fell on him, but he stood without moving.

Chu Jiaojiao stepped forward and shouted at the group of children, trying to stop their movements, "What are you doing, it's so disobedient, don't smash it." ”

However, her words did not have any effect at all, and no one listened, so she had to go up and try to put her arms around the little boy.

He didn't deserve that.

The arm passed through him, and Chu Jiaojiao realized that she was just a touch of soul, she couldn't touch anything, and she couldn't help.

She watched the group of kids bully him, and she couldn't do anything.