That summer, there was a bad murder case in a small town, and the people in charge of the case at that time sighed after getting the truth of the matter.

  At that time, Xie Jinsong was not called this name, his name was He Xiaoxiao. The sun was shining that day, the air was warm, the birds were chirping outside the window, Xiao Xiao wanted to get out of the cabinet to see what the birds looked like outside. But he was locked up, locked up by his mother in a cupboard in his bedroom.

  The cabinet was facing the large bed in the bedroom, and he could see through the small slit what was going on on the bed. He'd forgotten how many times it was, as if it happened every once in a while.

  The first time it happened, he was knocked out by the four-year-old when he saw his mother's frightened gaze and a strange man's unexplained flaunting smile.

  Little he stood in the doorway, so shocked by the sight before him that he couldn't move, his young heart couldn't accept it, and then he took all the rights of a child - he cried, and cried loudly, very loudly.

  He woke up his mother in such a way that was the only way he could at his age, to make her notice him, and he didn't know what else to do. Sure enough, the two men on the bed were disturbed by his crying, and the man cursed and left his mother after a short while.

  He glared fiercely at Xiao Xiao, who was standing outside the door, that look frightened him, and his crying paused slightly. Then the man threw a shoe at him and cursed angrily: "Little bastard! Keep crying, you! ”

  The shoe smashed on his forehead, smashing the little one to a stagger, and he took two steps back, and finally sat on the ground without standing firmly. Then the man burst into laughter. His mother didn't care about him at all.

  But as a young man, he felt as if he had achieved some great victory, because he had made the strange man leave his mother. Knowing that his solution worked, he cried even harder.

  The man was already dressed and ready to leave, and when he walked to his side, he looked at him with disgust, and said to his mother, who was still lying on the bed, "Can you lock up this little oil bottle!" Then he left his home.

  It wasn't until he heard the sound of the door closing that Xiao Xiao got up from the ground and ran towards his mother in small steps: "Mom...... Mom ......" he whispered as he ran towards his mother. Climbing onto the bed with his hands and feet, looking at his exhausted mother, he pulled the quilt hard to cover his mother's body, and then he grabbed the edge of the quilt tightly with a pair of small hands, lying next to his mother and sobbing.

  Zhang Mingying rested for a while and was annoyed by his voice, and shouted at him: "Don't cry! I'm going to cry and cry to your dead daddy! With that, she got up and walked towards the bathroom.

  Xiao Xiao looked at his mother's back, slowly lowered his head, and wrung his fingers. This time he didn't cry loudly again, but silently wept, tears fell on his hands and splashed everywhere. He hadn't seen his father for a long time, he didn't know where he had gone, and occasionally he came home with a strange aunt, and the whole person was drunk.