The sound of a hair dryer sounded, followed by a soft, warm wind gently blowing on his scalp.

Jiang Ci's back stiffened, and then he felt a small hand pass through his hair.

She's blowing her hair.

"Jiang Ci, you are really awkward sometimes." Chu Jiaojiao complained while blowing, but unfortunately the humming sound of the hair dryer almost overshadowed her voice, and Jiang Ci couldn't hear it.

His eyes were downcast, but an old scene came to his mind.

In the dilapidated hut, the sunlight is shining through the rhombic window, and the little boy sitting in a chair is eating sweets, and behind him stands a woman.

With a smile on her face, the woman gently wiped his hair with a towel.

"Our little Aci's hair is black and shiny." Her voice was a little ethereal, as if it was floating in the air, but it was very pleasant.

"Because Ah Ci's hair is like his mother." The little boy took the candy in his mouth and said sweetly.

"Yes, yes, you see you're going to catch a cold, and next time you don't dry your hair, don't go out again." The woman bent down and tapped lightly on the little boy's nose, then smiled again, "I don't know which girl it will be in the future, I will have the honor to help Ah Ci wipe his hair." ”

"Can't Mom wipe my hair all the time?"

The woman sighed, as if she had been poked in the heart.

"Of course not, my mother can't help Ah Ci wipe her hair for the rest of her life, and there will be other girls who will feel sorry for you in the future."

"No, Ah Ci only needs his mother."

"Stupid."

His fingers clenched tightly into fists, and Jiang Ci's gaze froze on a cup on the coffee table.

The water inside was quiet, rippling round and round with the sound of the hair dryer, and there seemed to be a woman's voice in his ears, but he couldn't make out what was being said.

After a while, the scene began to shift, and the noise and cacophony were drowned out at him, along with aggressive and disgusted gazes.

I don't know who started first, but a mud slammed down on him, followed by more ridicule and scolding.

"Imp without Daddy."

"My mom said you were a wild seed."

"Your mom is a badass and brings a different man home every day."

"Everybody beat him, beat him."

……

"Ah Ci, what are you doing standing at the door?" The woman had a gentle smile on her face, and in the backlight, he couldn't see the expression on the woman's face.

The woman walked over and led him into the room, where she saw the stains on his body and the countless wounds on his face.

"Didn't I teach you not to fight with others? You're going to fight again? ”

"They said I was a wild seed without a father."

"Ah Ci, don't care what others say." The woman was stunned for a moment, the expression on her face was a little cracked, and there was a hint of madness in it.

"Mom, why don't I have a dad?" The little boy raised his head and stared stubbornly at the woman's face.

The woman's hand trembled slightly, and she never answered.

He tugged at her clothes, tears streaming down his face, "Mom, why do you have to bring a different uncle home every day?" ”

"Smack-" and a slap hit the little boy in the face.

The woman's body trembled, and she stretched out her hand to hit the little boy's neck, and her voice was so cold, "Jiang Ci, you remember, you are the person in the world who is not qualified to accuse me." ”。

She grabbed his neck so hard that the little boy couldn't breathe.