In the rainy night, the stars are hidden, let the wind roar, lightning and thunder!

In the suburbs outside the city, the old low-rent houses are lit up by old-fashioned electric lights flickering in the air. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

In a shadowy corner where the electric light could not shine, a thin boy shivered with his legs in his arms. He was short in stature, with a withered face, wearing only a pair of white boxer shorts with patches sewn.

It's not so much white as gray, it's white after being scrubbed countless times, with a hint of goose yellow.

Outside the window, the rain was falling even harder, and it made a rattling sound on the broken old glass.

The emaciated boy was even more frightened, and even tears were rolling in his eyes, and he hugged his dusty knees. The little body kept shaking, as if something terrible was about to happen.

The sound of the rain changed, and there was a sound of small footsteps in the rain, and the people who walked seemed to be swaying, and their steps were a little frivolous.

Boom!

The door shook in the torrential rain and was kicked open with a loud bang against the leaky wall.

There was a thunderclap and a flash of lightning, reflecting the appearance of a person. He is bearded, dressed in a casual suit from a street stall, poking a pair of large trousers in a variety of colors, kicking a pair of dirty toe boards, and holding a bottle of snow beer upside down.

With a rugged face and long and short knotted hair, the rain drips incessantly, and against the backdrop of lightning, he looks like a fierce bandit leader.

As soon as the boy in the shadows heard the sound of the door banging, he was so frightened that his calves shook like a vibrating machine. He raised his little head and glanced at the cheeky man out of the corner of his eye.

Just one glance, the little boy's small pupils suddenly shrank, as if he had seen a ghost. The thin body kept shrinking into the shadows, and the horror and fear in his eyes were unique in the world!

"! Damn smelly ****, I don't do it for ten yuan, I really don't know the goods! Hum! Wait for Lao Tzu to be rich, damn it, Lao Tzu will kill you! ”

The cheeked man took a sip of the bottle and snorted angrily with a look on his face.

"Well, what about the little mongrel? Little bastard, come out to Lao Tzu! ”

The cheeky man went into the room and looked around, and then shouted loudly, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Hearing the shouts of the cheeked man, the thin boy's face was full of fear, and his little shoulders trembled.

"! You fucking little bastard, get out of here! If you don't come out again, wait for Lao Tzu to find you, and see if Lao Tzu doesn't break your dog's legs! ”

Seeing that no one responded, the cheeked man became even angrier, slammed the table and opened his mouth to threaten.

The little boy in the shadows was even more frightened in his heart, but he hid in the shadows and couldn't come out. He knew that whether he could get out or not, he would be beaten badly. If you're lucky enough to survive the beating that night, that's the best. Thinking like this, the little boy simply closed his eyes, and no matter how insulting the cheeky man was, he would never go out!

After a long time, the man's scolding disappeared, and the room was silent, without a single sound. Even the rain outside the window has stopped, and the world has become unusually quiet, as if it is facing an even bigger storm.

The little boy didn't hear the man's scolding anymore, and slowly opened his eyes, with some doubts in his heart.

After a few more moments, the little boy weakly poked his head out of the shadow, wanting to see what was really happening.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he stretched out, a bolt of lightning appeared in the sky, illuminating the things in front of him. A fierce light in his eyes, a big face full of beard entered his eyes, and it was extremely terrifying under the electric light!

When the boy saw that it was his adoptive father's face, he shouted and retreated into the shadows. However, it was too late, and I saw the cheeky man grab the boy's hair and pull it out, and the boy fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

Not!

The boy let out a muffled grunt, and was about to get up from the ground when a stinky foot stepped on his back, pressing him to the ground.

"Humph! Grandma drops, you little bastard dare to bully Lao Tzu! Damn, I've raised you all these years, and you still don't listen to me, do you? Phew! ”

The cheeked man lifted his slippers and slammed them at the boy's head, but the man was still angry, snoring and scolding while smoking.

After the beating, he spat on the boy before he walked to the only old wooden bed in the room.

The boy who was beaten was still lying on the ground, but he didn't let out a scream, just a muffled snort!

The boy let two lines of tears slide down his eyes and sobbed silently in his heart.