It turns out that prison is no different from home.

In the northwest corner of the house is a mysterious room that no one except my mother is allowed to enter. It was often locked, and no one knew where the keys were kept by the mother.

I pride myself on being mischievous, and I love to go everywhere, but I don't like school. Soon faced with the prospect of going to elementary school, I was like a great enemy, I was reluctant to go to school, and I played hide and seek with my parents.

Seeing that the deadline for reporting was about to expire, my parents picked me up from bed early in the morning. There was still a pot of paste in my head, and I watched my mother pound on me in a daze. On the surface, I obey all arrangements, but in my heart I am secretly calculating.

"I have to find a way so that they can't find me!"

I've hid all over the big and small places in the house, and they all have experience. The father was watering the flowers outside, and it was even more impossible to hide outside. I walked back and forth in the living room, and finally got into my mother's secret room while she was on the toilet.

I locked the door and put my ear to the door.

The mother came out of the toilet, "Junze, where did you run again?" It's time to go to school. She ran up and down, scouring every room.

"What, this stinky boy is hiding again, isn't he?" When my father heard this, he joined the search for me.

I mentioned the twelve-point spirit, and my heart hung in my throat. "God, bless me from being found by my parents...... I followed the example of those people on TV and prayed to God and Buddha, clasped my hands together, and bowed busily.

"You'd better take the initiative!" My father threatened, and I thought that my mother would protect me, so I plucked up my courage again.

"Junze is obedient, hurry up, Dad is really angry. If you don't come out again, your mother won't help you when the time comes! "My mother guessed what I was thinking, and she followed the pretense of intimidation.

The matter has been overwhelmed, I can't compensate my wife and lose my soldiers, and I have to go to school if I am beaten. I cheer myself up, and I have to hold on.

They searched almost the whole house and couldn't find me. With a lot of effort on both sides, it's time for a truce. I'm a little smug and feel like I've found a good hiding place.

"Could it be that it is out? Why don't you go outside and look for it? Mother said.

"So, you drive down the road to look for it, and I'll walk to some of the places he usually goes."

My father drove away, and I heard the iron gate outside also closed, and they finally went out. I breathed a sigh of relief, my overstretched body slid down the door, and I sat down on the floor.

I wondered why they didn't find this room, and I thought that my mother would come in and stay for a long time every day. Normally, it is forbidden to enter, but this time it must be the mother who forgot to lock the door. Curiosity drove me to explore this room.

The room was dark and couldn't see anything clearly. This room doesn't even have a window, so it's airtight. I fumbled around the wall to find the switch to turn the light on. Groping my way down the wall from top to bottom, I couldn't find the switch. The room was so deserted that I thought it was the legendary little black house for bad children, also known as the haunted house.

The feeling of oppression became stronger and stronger, and I did not dare to move anymore, so I could only cling to the wall. The clothes on his back were already soaked with sweat. I fell into an endless panic, buried my head deep in my legs, closed my eyes tightly, shivered, and forgot that I could actually open the door and get out.

"Why haven't your parents come back yet?" I thought of my parents and wanted them to find me quickly.

But the more scared I was, the slower time seemed to pass, and I began to cry. I couldn't wait any longer, so I stood up with all my might, my arms stretched out, and I was ready to rush out.

In such a space where I couldn't see my fingers, I pretended that nothing existed, and walked all the way forward with my feelings...... As a result, it seems that something has been touched. I hit a hard object, and I immediately retracted my hand in pain. Finally relieved of the pain, I plucked up the courage to touch forward again, and it turned out to be a table.

The table was so high that I couldn't touch anything on it, but there was a lot of space under the table, and I got into it. Maybe it's because the confined space gives me a sense of security, and I feel a lot more relaxed. Next, it's just a matter of waiting for the parents to come back.

There seemed to be something else in front of me, and I crouched down and reached for it. It's soft to the touch and feels like a mat. I grabbed it and sat on it.

"Hide here, if I don't make a sound, they probably won't be able to find me again......" Thinking of this, I couldn't help but snicker a few times. Remembering how scared I was before, I was glad I wasn't seen by them, otherwise I would have been treated as a joke again.

After a long time, I still didn't hear from my parents coming back. The relaxation after the nervousness made me feel sleepy. Sitting and sitting, I dozed off.

In a trance, I heard the door open. I woke up suddenly, forgetting that I was under the table, and quickly stood up, only to smash my head unconscious.

Something seemed to fall on the table, and I heard a "clang".

Just when I was rubbing my head, I finally managed to get out. The light finally broke into the room, and I squinted and saw that it was my mother who had come in.

"Mom......" Before I could cry to my mother, I saw her rush at me like a great enemy, and then picked me up and threw me out!

I can't believe my mother threw me away like garbage! I was so frightened that I didn't dare to come out, and I looked back unconsciously with the only light I had. It turned out that there was a spirit card on the table, as well as a photo.

Before my mind could sort out what had happened in this moment, my father grabbed me by the collar and lifted me up.

"Mom!" I hurriedly called out to my mother, writhing in the air.

But she didn't come out, but closed the door.

I finally realized the seriousness of the matter, this time there will be no one to help me, and I will have to pay for my naughtiness.

"Dad...... I know wrong. ”

"Don't hit me...... I'll go to school with you, okay? "I kept apologizing, even though I knew it might not work.

My father carried me all the way out into the yard and then onto the lawn. He grabbed a broom from the side and threw himself at me. I was beaten and cried, but my mother still didn't come out to help me. My crying was like an encouragement to my father, and he beat harder and harder.

It was the first and last time my father hit me. I didn't know what to do, so I kept moving backwards. Hiding was a natural act of self-preservation, but apparently, neither my father nor I noticed the pond behind us.

I rolled down, smashed into the stones in the pond, and fainted in the water.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital. The first time I went to the hospital, I opened my eyes and they were all white. I don't know why the hospital loves white, maybe it's to make the red blood more distinct.

When I got home, my parents stopped forcing me to go to school. I looked at myself in the mirror with a gauze on my head, and I only felt confused, and I couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

Soon after, the mother became pregnant again. Looking at her round belly, it was as if she was in it. My mother rubbed my belly while touching my head. It's a beautiful feeling. But a year, a younger sibling was born. They are healthy and beautiful.

Every time I approached the secret room again, and the bottomless pond, my brain hurt as if it were being stirred. This is obviously a big thing, but it was understated by the parents. Instead, he threw himself wholeheartedly into the joy of the arrival of his younger siblings. This made me feel uneasy, and it also made me more determined that I must find out the secret behind that spirit card.

One night, while my parents were still asleep. I picked up my flashlight and approached the room again. The door was locked, and I couldn't open it, so I had to run to my parents' house first to find the key. I noticed that my mother put the key in her pocket every time she closed the door, and sure enough, the key was really inside.

I opened the door, walked quietly inside, and closed the door without a word. After standing still for a few seconds and calming my pounding heart, I raised my flashlight.

It was indeed a typical sacrificial room, without any regular ornaments, except for the altar and the altar. Why keep such a room in your home?

I was facing the altar and let the light of the flashlight hit it directly.

The bright light hit the glass frame of the photo and reflected back into my eyes, and I couldn't open my eyes. So I adjusted the direction of the flashlight, tried to slowly open my eyes, and slowly approached him.

Finally, I could see him clearly.

In the photo, he is very young, and his eyes reveal a sense of determination. I was so fascinated that I could see it through his eyes. What's even stranger is that I somehow feel familiar. It was the first time I had seen a picture of a dead person, but I didn't feel intimidated at all. I even had a strange idea in my heart that "it is better to look at his cold photos than to face his flesh-and-blood parents".

Since then, I have often stolen that room at night, and then sat on the prayer mat in front of the spirit tablet, quietly looking at this stranger who made me feel destined. But I often wonder who he really is. I didn't dare to ask my parents, but I already knew that he was a taboo in our house, so he was locked away from the light of day.

Gradually, I stopped loving my parents as much as I used to, especially my father, and I actually hated him. I don't know if it was because of that incident that I became afraid that I didn't love him anymore, but I really liked my younger siblings. I am grateful for their arrival and for making me no longer lonely. But at the same time, I feel sorry for them, maybe they shouldn't have been reborn in this family.

At that time, children my size were working tirelessly in school, while I led my younger siblings to jump through the fields all day long. I also enjoy myself and don't feel sorry for it. Interestingly, people's feelings don't always correspond to each other, and it's a good thing that my parents don't punish me for being naughty, and I don't have to be afraid of them anymore, but I don't like this kind of discrimination.

I began my long and lonely life when I was a child, and I was accompanied by a spirit card.

My younger siblings are growing up, and they are about to leave home and go to school. Naturally, I am reluctant, but I can't influence other people's thoughts. They are not like me, they are full of dreams of their school life. Every time I think of the only one left in my future life, I feel unwilling. Gradually, a horrible thought came to my mind - I wanted to keep them trapped in this home like me, never in contact with the outside world.

I woke them up in the middle of the night and said I was going to take them on an adventure.

My sister refused to go in because she was afraid of the dark, and I was afraid that she would make a noise and attract my mother, so I only led my brother in. The younger brother's temperament is the opposite of his sister's, and he doesn't like to make trouble since he was a child. Even when he entered such a dark room, he was unmoved. I directed him to look at the spirit card, and he walked over like I had at the beginning, staring at it for a long time.

"This guy looks a lot like you." He looked at me and said it.

Hearing this, I suddenly looked at the man in this photograph that I had seen countless times. Indeed, as my brother said, he looks like me. It dawned on me that I finally understood where that familiarity came from...... Perhaps, his relationship with me is extraordinary.

"You can't let your parents know about this."

"Otherwise they're going to be angry, you know?" I warned my brother to keep it a secret.

"He suffered a severe blow to his brain, and maybe, it will affect his mental ......"

This is the doctor's explanation to the parents after that accident. It was also from that time that I was treated as a fool and was taken care of by them.

If a child is brought up by a wolf, then his physiological habits will all follow the wolf, he is only like a person, but in fact he is a wolf. I don't have to worry about anything, even the so-called essential skills of life, I don't have to find a way to master them. It seems like my IQ is stuck forever in that year. I did such a difficult thing, but I did it well. Isn't it a great irony that none of the so-called closest people around me have seen through it?

Home is a place that doesn't need to be disguised, that's a false proposition.

I tried all my tricks, but I couldn't get my younger siblings to stay. They said goodbye to this embarrassing place, but I don't envy it. One day they will come back here and watch it shatter.

The first big scene I exported was swallowing stones.

Since it's a show meal, I have to eat whatever is in the bowl. This kind of performance is realistic enough and engaging. With a simple swallow, I was able to achieve my goal, and it was easy enough to think about. Their emotions were aroused, and after the chaos in the house, I was especially calm. I wanted to laugh at the way they were so anxious about me, just as the ignorant villagers laughed at me when they decided I was a fool.

This is also the second time I have come to this pure white world. This time, the parents were completely convinced of the doctor's words. I saw them crying...... Is that remorse? Or are you pitying yourself?

It's hard for my younger siblings, who are still young, who don't know anything, and think that they have made a big mistake. Extras are like this, obviously not the protagonist, but they are burdened with all the shoulds and shouldn'ts.

Lying on the hospital bed, I stared at the ceiling as if my soul had flown away, just a shell controlled by the devil. The scary thing is that I can still feel the pain! When the gastric lavage tube went straight through my body and reached my stomach cavity, I actually felt really uncomfortable...... I didn't even feel anything when I swallowed the hard, angular stones.

I'm destroying myself, and of course I feel pain that is hard to let go.

My life was destined to be a joke and a tragedy in the mouths of others. Every time I think about it, I can't help but laugh at myself. In the end, I didn't let go of myself.

When I get home, everything goes back to the way it was, and once I get to this home, it will become a small thing that no one mentions. It's like a black hole with no end, if you don't pay attention to being swallowed up, I'm no longer me.

My mother helped me to sit down on the couch and pulled my father out the door.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, I could see what they were discussing.

"Big brother, I was wrong."

"Let's never play this game again, don't be mad at me, okay?" My sister walked up to me aggrievedly and shook my arm to admit her mistake.

I smiled helplessly, "You didn't do anything wrong, you don't have to apologize to your eldest brother." ”

I touched her head to get her to stop blaming herself, but it made the little girl cry.

"What a kind child." I think.

When the younger brother saw her crying, he hurriedly came over and hugged her and told her not to cry. This picture is so warm and touching, it stung my eyes all at once.

In this home, I will always be an outsider. They always have someone to accompany them, but I only have the person in the photo.

I've become accustomed to spending time with him at night, and he has become my spiritual support.