Yan Cuo walked all the way, and his back was covered with fine sweat. She was dressed in loose clothes, loose washed and white-haired, and even her shoes did not fit.

Looking down at her toes, she didn't feel sad, the hardest times had already come, and now what was it. I just think of that kind face, and my heart is still astringent.

The only person who was good to himself, how did he disappear so quickly, so quickly. Looking up at the sky, the evening sunset shone on the leaves, and the eyes of those who watched in the golden circle of light lit up a little. He made up his mind and walked on, to the deepest part of the city, in a pickled alley.

There was a sudden sound of footsteps behind him, and Yan looked back, his face turned white with fright. A group of people ran after a boy with a knife in his hand. Where had she seen this scene, she didn't know what to do for a long time, she just stared blankly.

The boy who was being chased took one look at her and continued to run. The strong men with knives looked back at her, "Where are you a student, what do you see?" Yan Cuo's face turned pale with fright, and he said, "I didn't see it, I didn't see anything." The strong man glared at her and turned to leave.

The boy was finally chased, and she saw them fighting, to be precise, the boy should have been beaten by a group. She looked scared, but she felt that she couldn't just watch it, she secretly ran to the small store on the side of the road, begged the boss to call the police, and then stood there and waited, and her fist fell on the boy's body, and the corner of the boy's mouth oozed blood, but she never said a word.

I didn't know where I got the courage to shout into the distance: "I have already called the police, you are not allowed to hit him again." The group of strong men turned their heads and saw her in the corner, glaring viciously, "You little bastard, you dare to call the police, see if I don't kill you!" As he spoke, a group of people came over, and Yan Cuo was so frightened that he kept retreating, only to feel that both legs had lost strength.

Just when she thought she was going to be beaten by this group of people, the alarm bell sounded, and the group of strong men ran away quickly when they saw this, and they kept scolding before leaving.

Yan Cuo's face turned pale, and he sat on the ground, not knowing if he shouldn't be nosy, he was originally a superfluous person in the family, and now he is still causing trouble. Thinking of my aunt's angry appearance, I only felt deeper despair.

The boy not far away saw her, and at first he just watched, watching her sit on the ground without saying a word, his face pale and panicked. I actually thought it was funny that it was such a small point that saved me.

He walked up to Yan Cuo's side, "Why did you call the police?" Yan Cuo looked up at him, "I see that they have been beating you, I am afraid that you will be killed." He tugged at the corners of his mouth and suddenly smiled, ""How can you die so easily." Now that the police are here, let's go to the police station and take notes."

Yancuo tried to stand up, but he couldn't stand up for a long time. The boy stretched out his hand, the hands were slender and slender, and the boy pulled her up. The two went to the police station together, and Yan Cuo seemed to be frightened, and his face was pale all the time.

When he finally walked out of the police station, it was already dark, and Yan Cuo looked into the distance and thought of that home, a home that had never had warmth, and only abused all day long. The boy looked at her and asked, "Where do you live, do you want me to send you back?" Yancuo shook his head, "No need, I can go back myself." He turned and walked away, disappearing into the night.

The boy couldn't help but levy the levy, and quickly chased after him, "My name is Yu Muyang, what's your name, thank you for helping me." Yancuo looked at the boy in front of her a little flustered, he was so white and tall, just looking at herself, she couldn't help blushing, and said softly: "My name is Yancuo, the words of language, and the measures of being at a loss." After saying that, she ran away, and the boy behind didn't speak, watching her run away. We'll meet again, he thought.

Yancuo returned to the house in the depths of the alley, and the voice of the aunt in the distance came out, "Why hasn't that Yancuo come back, she hasn't come back to work for nothing, tell me what you brought her back for!" ”

The uncle's voice was not loud, but he heard it, "The child is still young, my sister doesn't care about her, and I will definitely take her with me as an uncle." ”

Yan Cuo clenched the corners of his clothes, smiled bitterly, isn't he a superfluous existence, he has not been taken seriously since he was a child, his parents quarrel every day, he never avoids words, in the mouth of his parents, his birth is a mistake.

Words and words, words and words are wrong, and you may not have come to this world.

Only grandma will always look at herself lovingly, give herself snacks, and proudly tell others: "This is our granddaughter, beautiful." Yancuo bowed his head every time and smiled embarrassedly.

She is not pretty, she has known since she was a child. Otherwise, why don't parents love her, and they are all remorse and boredom when they mention her.

But the kind grandmother left, and kept holding Yancuo's hand before leaving, Yancuo knew that she was afraid that she would be wronged in the future, before grandma left, her parents finally appeared together in harmony, and they and grandma promised that they would treat Yancuo well in the future and would not treat her badly.

Yan Cuo looked at the expressions on their faces, even though he knew that it was all fake, but he couldn't help but think: how good it would be if this was true.

Grandma finally left with peace of mind, Yancuo kept kneeling in front of her mourning hall, tears flowed unconsciously, she didn't know what the adults said, she only knew that from now on, no one would treat her like this, and she was really homeless.

After grandma's funeral was dealt with, her parents quickly divorced, and the previous harmony was like a mirror, and she couldn't pick it up at all.

Yan Cuo watched their heated argument and didn't say a word, because Yan Cuo knew that no one wanted him. It's as if you're alone in the world. She looked at them quietly, without a hint of fluctuation in her eyes, as if they were not her relatives, just two strangers.

In the distance, he saw a man running over, and Yan Cuo recognized that it was his uncle. He said to his parents: "Sister, brother-in-law, Yancuo is still so young, you don't want her, then I'll take her." After speaking, he asked Yan Cuo to clean up his clothes, Yan Cuo looked at his parents, and he was relieved, in their eyes, was he really a superfluous?

She finally gave up, followed her uncle to pack up her little clothes, and followed him step by step away from the place where she grew up.

My uncle was a simple man and treated her very well. It's just that my aunt showed a lot of hostility towards her arrival, but she didn't care, with such parents, what else could she hope for. Now someone is willing to give him a nest, and it is already grateful.

Thinking of this, Yan Cuo ran home, looked at the angry woman, and said softly: "I'm sorry aunt, I was delayed on the way out of school, and I'll go back to help you work now." A hint of embarrassment flashed on the woman's face, and she didn't scold again.

Yan Cuo helped collect the clothes, and my aunt had already cooked the meal. Yancuo sat down quietly and said nothing. The uncle looked at her, served her food, and said with concern: "Yancuo, is the new school still adaptable, can you keep up with this progress now?" ”

Yancuo looked at his uncle and said, "Don't worry, I will work hard to make up for all the leaks before." "Before, my grandmother was sick and no one took care of her, Yancuo dropped out of school for half a year, and now she really can't keep up, she is not smart, she can only work harder than others, Yancuo quietly thought, I can't let my uncle down anymore.

It was rare for my aunt not to speak, as if she was thinking about something. After eating, Yan Cuo consciously washed the dishes and chopsticks and went back to his nest.

It's just a nest of less than ten square meters, but for Yancuo, it's already very good.

Turning the book open, looking at the content that was still somewhat unfamiliar, Yan Cuo thought very firmly this time: I can't let my uncle down, I must work hard.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, only the light in Yancuo's room was still on, and after rubbing his sore wrist, Yancuo put away his books and went to bed quietly. One day frightened and frightened, Yancuo quickly fell asleep, in the dream was a kind grandmother, smiling at her, Yancuo also looked at grandma happily, smiling all the time.