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Rows of dilapidated doors in the suburbs slowly opened one after the other, as if they had been promised.

This is when the women of the family go out to prepare the ingredients for the day for the family, so that the tired man and the naughty son can feel the warmth of home.

But the door of the boy's house was still closed, and there was no intention of opening it.

The sun was shining high, and the sun was shining three poles, and the dilapidated door of the room "creaked" and "creaked" open.

I saw a man with cheeks slowly walking out of the door, as if he was dragging something in his hand. As soon as he walked out of the door, the man threw the object in his hand out of the door.

Boom!

A dark shadow was thrown to the ground by the man, with a loud bang and a muffled grunt. The birds in the trees were also frightened and hid far away before they dared to look back.

When I looked closely, the black shadow was actually a little boy, and the boy's hair seemed to have not been washed for a long time, and it was knotted and stuck to his head, covering his eyes. It was the boy who was beaten by the man last night, and there was still "sweat" on his head, but this "sweat" was bloody.

The cheeky man clapped his hands and said to the boy on the ground: "Little bastard, there are no classes in school today, go to Lao Tzu to earn money, damn, if you can't earn money for wine, Lao Tzu will let you taste it!" ”

After that, he slammed the door shut and went back to make up for his beauty sleep.

The boy was silent, struggled to get up from the ground, took a deep look at the dilapidated low-rent housing, and then, limped towards the city.

The boy walked into the station in the city, found an open space and knelt down, and then begged for the wailing voices that passed along the road.

It turns out that this is what men call earning money. However, the boy's appearance at this moment could not be more suitable for begging.

It didn't take long for the boy to be rewarded with a lot of money by the uncles on the road. But these money are not given casually, and those uncles will have a request when they give money.

Some make the boy kowtow, some tease the boy, and some just let the boy drill his crotch for fun! However, there is even more cruelty is to get the shoes with fishy phlegm for the boy to lick clean, and even more hateful is to let the boy go to ****!

No matter how excessive the uncle's request was, the boy's eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, and he just silently fulfilled the uncle's request.

Because he knows that if he does what the masters say, he will be rewarded with a lot of money. In this way, when he returned home, his adoptive father would give him a little leftovers to eat, otherwise, he would have to go hungry for a few days.

For five years, this was what he had to do every Sunday, exchanging physical humiliation for a full meal. It's not that he didn't think about escaping, but his adoptive father is a gangster in the city, and he has a lot of fox friends and dog friends, as long as he escapes, he will be caught immediately. After being caught, it is inevitable that he will be beaten. On several occasions, the boy ran away, but before he could run a day, he was caught. Needless to say, he never thought about running away from that.

Eventually, after completing a few brutal demands, the boy also made a lot of money. At this time, the corners of his mouth finally squeezed out a faint smile. The tickets in these broken bowls are like a bowl of leftovers poured with vegetable water in the boy's eyes. Just think about it, and the boy will feel so happy!

Just as the boy was about to leave, a group of figures stood in front of him.

"Hey, little bastard, begging for money here again? Come, give us an offering! Pay the protection fee! ”

The boy looked for the sound, and a group of little boys pinched their waists and yelled at the boy with a "domineering" face.

There was a hint of fear in the boy's eyes, but he clutched his broken bowl and took a step back.

Well?

The little bullies in this group of schools did not see the imaginary scene of the boy taking the initiative to pay tribute, and their bodies were stagnant, and then they became dissatisfied and surrounded the little boy with an evil face.

A little bully with yellow hair pulled the boy by the hair, snatched the broken bowl from the boy's arms, and pushed the boy to the ground. Then, the rest of the boys got together and punched and kicked the boy. The little bully took out the boy's money, threw the broken bowl on the ground, whistled at the busy "brethren", and turned away.

The bullies who beat the boy only stopped when they heard the whistle and went away with the "big brother".

The boy didn't shed tears, just hugged the broken bowl on the ground and walked back to the suburbs with a dead face.

As soon as I entered the entrance of the community, a group of children ran over.

"Little bastard, it's too boring today, get down on your knees and give us horses to ride!"

The boy glanced at the group of people in front of him, his eyes were full of gray looks, and after a few seconds of silence, he slowly knelt down.

At sunset, the boy dragged his tattered and tired body to the door of the house, and watched the afterglow of the setting sun, the boy wandered in front of the door, not daring to enter for a long time. When the sun set below the horizon, the boy pushed the door open in despair and walked in.

Soon after, there was a muffled snort and the sound of a man swearing in the room.

After a cup of tea, the room was completely silent, except for a dim lamp on the roof.

The cheeky man sat on the ground with a frightened expression, and in front of him, the boy lay on the ground, his eyes bulging outward, and the light was already dim.

They didn't return to their eyes for a long time, and they kept staring at the stupid cheeked man, dead!