Where does it all begin? From that sunny morning? Because he knew that he would have to tie a red scarf at the flag-raising ceremony, Ye Yang went out early. Although Uncle and Aunt Cousin will not pick him up and drop him off like other children's parents, Uncle Cousin still rubbed his head and praised him after listening to his report.

"Baby, come with me." A person stopped him, it was a thin old man who was selling art in the neighborhood with two children yesterday, "There is still good-looking kung fu today." ”

The thin old man was not tall, and the clothes on his body were not very clean, but the light in his eyes made the young Ye Yang very scared. In fact, their performance is still very attractive to Ye Yang. A little girl in a red and white striped blouse yelled "Hey", and the red brick was split in two under her palm; A large stone slab half a meter square was placed on the belly of a ten-year-old boy, and it was smashed into several pieces at once, but the child jumped up and patted the stone dust on his body, and nothing happened.

Ye Yang thought that they were really powerful, if they could be so strong, then no one in the class would dare to bully them anymore. The crowd dispersed, and he flatteringly went to pull the young lady's hand, but he didn't expect the girl to scream "ah" and shake off Ye Yang. "Blood!" Ye Yang had all his hands, and he turned around and wanted to escape, but was grabbed by the thin old man.

"It's not me, I don't ......" Ye Yang didn't know what he was talking about, he just wanted to run away, but his arm was like being bitten by a tiger, and the pain quickly jumped from the place where the old man pinched it to the whole arm.

"Baby," the thin old man looked Ye Yang up and down, "What about your family, you have to pay for the medical expenses if you hurt Shui Ling." ”

"I didn't do anything, she's already hurt!" Ye Yang knew that he couldn't run away, so he endured the pain and stopped struggling, looking directly into the eyes of the thin old man.

The thin old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the little boy who went out alone and dared to confess to himself. Although this baby's clothes are very clean, they are so old that they have faded, and they are not from a rich family. There is childishness between the eyebrows and eyes, and the red lips and white teeth make people like it indescribably, and it is not bad that the proportion of this bone can be achieved at a young age. So......

"In this way, you and I accompany Shui Ling to the health center to have a look, if the doctor says she is fine, you can leave." The thin old man felt that this would make it easy to take the child away.

Sure enough, Ye Yang nodded in agreement.

Ye Yang pointed to his bloodstained right hand and said to the thin old man, "Wipe it for me first, it's so scary." The thin old man let go of his hand and turned around to find a piece of cloth, and turned his head to see that Ye Yang had run away.

"Eggs, bring that baby back." The thin old man shouted at the little boy next to him who was collecting something.

Danzi was older than Ye Yang and trained, and caught up in a few steps. Danzi didn't take Ye Yang into his eyes at all, and grabbed the clothes on his shoulders with his hand. Who knew that Ye Yang returned a handful of breadcrumbs and sprinkled them into the eyes of the egg, and the egg was busy kneading it with his other hand. Ye Yang pulled hard to get rid of the egg and fled desperately. The thin old man saw the scene clearly from a distance, and smiled with his mouth wide open.

Ye Yang ran out of breath, turned to the alley and found that no one had caught up before stopping. He secretly rejoiced that it was not a bad thing to nibble dry bread at noon, and that it was wiser to put the crumbs in his coat pocket and take them home to feed the fish. Ye Yang was very afraid, if his aunt knew that he didn't go home from school to watch the excitement, and he was almost blackmailed, the aunt would definitely teach him a hard lesson. Looking at the sleeves with torn threads on his shoulders, he decided to sew them himself.

But how did Ye Yang know that the old man didn't want money but him.

This time, the thin old man was waiting for him on his way to school. So Ye Yang didn't even have a chance to call, he just felt that the back of his neck was numb, and he didn't know anything.

After the strength of the sleeping cave passed, Ye Yang found that he was locked in a very dark place, which was a small warehouse. There was no goods, just three or four plastic paddles and tarpaulins piled haphazardly there. There was a small window on the wall, slightly higher, covered with paper.

Hungry, really hungry, like a steel needle in my stomach nailing the front heart and back together. He didn't know how long he hadn't eaten, and even his consciousness was starting to blur. Only the paper on the small window is bright and dark, dark and bright, suggesting the alternation of day and night. The door finally opened, and the thin old man walked in, although he was squatting beside Ye Yang when he spoke, but his voice sounded so far away. No matter what he said, Ye Yang could only nod his head, so that he could have something to eat.

When his physical strength returned to his body little by little, Ye Yang began to have some courage. Because of his obedience, Shui Ling and Danzi would turn on the overhead light when delivering food, and teach him some basic skills through the dim light, but still locked him here alone and didn't let him out. On this day, he stacked the rackets against the wall and landed them on the ground with only fifteen centimeters. In this way, it only takes three beats to overlap the frets to send him to the small window.

Climbing on the racket, Ye Yang used the convenient chopsticks he secretly left to cut open the paper pasted on the window, and tried to turn the small handle to open the window. The sun shone so hard that he couldn't open his eyes, but the free air lifted his heart. The windowsill was about three meters high from the ground outside, "I hope I don't break my foot", Ye Yang thought in his heart and jumped down. But just as he was glad that he only bruised his arm, the thin old man who was supposed to take the child out to perform unexpectedly appeared like a ghost.

That "madman" had already been holding back and beating himself hard, Ye Yang had always thought so. The salt-soaked whip was whipped directly on the bare skin, burning like fire and sharp as a knife. Can't hide, can't escape; I couldn't scream even if I was gagged. Ye Yang closed his eyes tightly and buried his face in the arm that was hanging high as much as possible, he didn't dare to look at the thin old man's fierce expression, let alone look at his gradually bloody body. The escalating pain was so dense that it almost robbed him of his breath. Can only endure. It seems that there is no end to such beatings......

"Am I going to die?" Ye Yang thought so a moment before he lost consciousness.

Not knowing when he was let go, he lay on the cold concrete floor in a daze. Looking at the old clothes next to him, he really didn't have the strength to put them on. The scorching pain in his body struck frantically again, tearing at every inch of his skin like a beast vying for food. The smell of blood filled the entire space, forcing the original musty smell to dare not approach. I wish I had fainted right away so that I didn't feel like every second was so hard.

In the process of healing, Ye Yang missed the days of living at his uncle's house very much. Although my aunt is sometimes cruel to herself, my uncle is right about her, and it is all for her own good. If I had come home from school and helped my brother with a lookout, I wouldn't have met these people. Will they come looking for it? Why, didn't she keep complaining that she spent all her brother's milk powder money when she went to school. This time everything worked out.

The thin old man took Ye Yang to a new place when he could walk on his own, but Shui Ling couldn't go out to perform anymore. Shui Ling was broken off two fingers because he concealed Ye Yang's private chopsticks. After that, because he didn't get a thorough treatment, the hand that could split bricks was scrapped.