The name Little Mute has been passed down. I didn't have a name when I was a child, and I was called a little mute when my father called me around. He was an alcoholic, drunk every day, and when he came home, he beat his mother and beat him to death.

I am not the person I remember as Lin Cong, I have traveled through and been reborn into another world, and this world has a strong sense of isolation for me. Perhaps this is a trial for Meng Po.

I'm five years old, and my thinking is still Lin Cong's.

Now the family is too poor, living in two small houses in a dirty alley at the junction of urban and rural areas. My dad is a manual worker, and in addition to me, there are two girls in the family, both of whom are older sisters. My eldest sister is only in the second grade of elementary school. We children can't enjoy the love of our families at all, we just work every day, and even I am no exception.

After my mother gave birth to me, my health has been poor, I cook three meals a day at home, the walls of the hut are smoky, and my daily task is to go out to collect firewood, pick up broken bottles, and collect a pile of scraps to collect for steel hammers.

Dad came home every night, his face was gloomy, and when he came back, it seemed that the whole house was darkened. His tall figure blocked the doorway, blocking all the light, and the rest of the family didn't dare to breathe.

When the meal was ready, he was drinking wine and eating by himself, he didn't get off the table, and no one dared to serve his wife and children.

He drank the worst loose wine, the more he drank, the more he lost his temper, his face was gloomy every day, he beat his wife when he drank too much, and smoked rattan to death. Mom squatted on the ground with her head in her arms and said nothing.

"Wreck, let you not give me a son, give birth to a son, give birth to a son!" The sound of "popping" rattan pumping on the mother's body was extremely loud. We kids crouched in the corner with our knees crossed, all shivering.

After beating his wife, he came over drunk, pulled the root of the eldest sister's ear, and pulled it up. The eldest sister was screaming heartbreakingly, he kicked to the side, and then walked up to the second sister, pulled her up, and slapped her back and forth.

Finally he grabbed me and lifted me up, and I looked at him coldly. The man pulled my face with his hand, pulled it out, and yelled, "Speak, speak, I'll let you speak!" ”

I can speak, but now I am in the midst of a test, and as soon as I speak, I will lose all my efforts.

I gritted my teeth and stared at him, and he slapped me in the face, and my face quickly went numb and my nosebleed came out. At this time, the mother walked on her knees, crawled over, hugged the man's legs, and cried: "Son, dad, I beg you, if you have anything, just greet me, don't hit the child, I beg you!" ”

"You are a waste, I spent so much money to raise you such a waste, and I am still a stinky dumb person to have a son!" He picked up the rattan and opened his bow left and right, pumping his mother. Mom rolled back and forth on the ground holding her head, and the screams echoed throughout the cabin.

The man stared at me gloomily: "Don't you know how to speak, as long as you open your mouth, I will let your mother go, if you don't speak, I will beat her to death!" ”

The rattan shone against my mother's head and body, and my mother's screaming voice was hoarse, and I stood there watching, stunned, tears streaming down my eyes.

The two elder sisters came over, knelt down in front of me, and cried, "Brother, you have pity on your poor mother, just say something." We know you're not dumb. ”

I was chilled, and now I can save my mother in this world just by talking, but I can't save my original mother. But if I didn't speak, I could save my original mother, but I had to watch my current mother suffer and suffer.

I don't know what to do, in terms of real feelings, I have no feelings for the woman in front of me, and I naturally prefer the original mother, but seeing the woman rolling around on the ground like this, screaming in pain, my heart is like a needle prick.

She was still good to me, I was five years old, she secretly left me all the delicious food, and when it was cold, she held me in her arms and walked back and forth, that warm maternal feeling, that kind of love can not be faked.

What am I going to do? Tears flowed down her face.

I turned to run, and was just about to open the door, when a large hand pressed on the doorknob, and the man smiled grimly and plugged the latch on. "Want to go? You are not allowed to go anywhere. He picked up the wine bottle on the ground and took a few sips, his mouth full of the smell of inferior liquor.

"If you don't speak today, you won't be able to get out of this door, and you're going to watch how I beat your mother to death!" The man took three more sips.

He burped, picked up the rattan again, and pulled it at his mother's head, and there was a crisp "pop" sound, and deep blood marks appeared on his mother's forehead. She wiped it with her trembling hands, her hands were covered in blood, and she looked at me with complicated eyes.

The man began to twitch, and in a flash, his mother's voice was split.

I couldn't help it, grabbed the bottle and rushed over to play with this man, but before it could be a turn, he slapped me with one mouth.

"Little rabbit cub, now you have learned to rebel against Tiangang, dare to beat your father, you are going to be struck by lightning!" He pulled out a rope from the cupboard, tied my hands, and hung it from the beams.

I condescendingly watched as he continued to beat his mother, the rattan pumping again and again, and my heart was dripping blood.

The two elder sisters knelt down and wept loudly, begging the man for a while, and begging me for a while, "Brother, you can just say a word, or a word." ”

I burst into tears and clenched my teeth.

The torture lasted for a night, when the man was asleep on the floor on the bench at dawn, the mother lay motionless on the ground, and the two sisters were hoarse and tired from crying, and slept in the corner.

The rest was very vague, I remember the sun shining, someone came in, then a lot of people, then the police car, and the man who claimed to be my dad was handcuffed and escorted away. Mom's body was carried onto a stretcher, white sheets draped over her body, one hand drooping.

I was put down, and a lot of people were watching, pointing fingers at our sisters. In front of so many people, the eldest sister suddenly pushed me and pushed me to the ground. She pointed at me coldly: "Mom died because of you!" Little mute, you are a villain, I will never recognize you as a brother again. ”

The two sisters held hands and disappeared into the crowd.

Later, when I was adopted, my relatives barely fed me, and sometimes pinched me to relieve my anger, and my hands were bruised. It was raining heavily, so I escaped, ran in the rain for a long time, and hid under a bridge. Several homeless people looked at me, their faces blank, and no one cared about me.

An old man sighed, gave up a corner of the cardboard where he was sleeping, and let me in to sleep.

I started my own life of wandering and grew up begging and picking up scraps for a living. My heart is sour, and then I want to understand that the stories of traveling to ancient times to become emperors and conquer the world are all deceitful.

You are you, you really have to be promising, any era can be born according to it, material is the extension of the spirit, all the merits and everything that can be seen, are the extension of your spiritual energy.

That's my biggest feeling at the moment.

It's not that I don't want to do something, but I don't have a sense of identity with the world, and I think it's just a test, so I don't have the motivation to do big things. There is only one principle of life, and that is not to speak.

Many years passed, and the old homeless man who had been with me died in a snowy winter.

He froze to death under the bridge, and by the time the heavens pushed him, the man had hardened. The other homeless people looked indifferently, and it was not uncommon for people to die here every winter.

There was an old intellectual under the bridge, who came over with his glasses and sighed and said to me, "Old rule, throw the corpse in the ditch." ”

In the night, I carried the corpse of an old homeless man, and together with the old intellectuals, I came to the ditch in the cold wind. If someone dies here, they will not report to the official, because there is nothing to report, and everyone else will be affected after the report, so if they die, they will die, and if they are thrown into this ditch, they will be buried.

The old intellectuals handed me a cigarette, and the two of us squatted in front of this mass grave, you and I smoked cigarettes, and the cigarette butts were bright. The old intellectual took out a pot of inferior loose wine from his arms and spilled the wine on the old man's corpse, "Little mute, I haven't heard a word from you for so many years, they all say that you are dumb, but I know you are not." ”

He looked at me with sincerity and sincerity in his eyes.

I took a puff of my cigarette.

"The old wine bottle took you in back then, and without him, you would have died a long time ago." The old intellectual said, "Now that he is gone, it can be regarded as a nurturing grace for you." You say a word to send him. ”

I was silent, just smoking.

The old intellectuals looked at me: "Why don't you speak?" Is it difficult to say a word at this time? ”

I coughed, and the old intellectual immediately said, "Look, your throat is fine, I know." ”

I still didn't speak.

He stared at me, with deep disappointment in his eyes, and breathed a long sigh of relief: "That's it." Throw the corpse down. ”

I carried the corpse of the old homeless man to the ditch, and with the strength of my arms, the corpse fell in the dark night, and after a long time I heard a "bang" and fell to the ground.

The old intellectuals threw down the cigarette butts and shouted sadly: "Old wine bottle, you have a good journey." Let me tell you, the little mute you adopted back then, he was not really dumb, but he just didn't speak, he didn't speak when you died, you raised a white-eyed wolf! ”