This city is very small, and sometimes it is even poor, but sometimes it is terrible to be rich in luxury. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 At least that's in my eyes, I've seen the dirtiest deals, the most complicated human nature, the games that make people crazy a few times, and sometimes even if I've experienced a lot, I'm still afraid.

At least, I am.

They call me Ah Lian, who are they? Sometimes I'm confused, I think it's a bunch of beggars! The big and small, they're not very friendly, but it's the best for me!

This group of people has a leader, and maybe it should be called our group. Everyone called him old master, but I could tell they were reluctant. The meaning of all of us is to beg on the streets, to sell all our dignity in the hope that others will sweep us away with contempt, and then reluctantly take a few cents out of our pockets and give us alms. Maybe I'm the luckiest of all, I was here when I was the way I am now, and I still am. But they are different, many of them were healthy children before, with smiles on their faces, sunny and innocent.

But when the old master crippled their hands or feet, their smiles never appeared.

I'm different, I'm a mute before I came here, and I'm a disability. And I've always been submissive and haven't resisted anything, so they've never hurt me too much. At most, the money is not enough to get beaten up.

My name is Mo Lian, which is the name my father gave me. I don't know what the name means, but my father told me, but I wasn't old enough to remember it, after all, I was only five years old at the time.

It wasn't until I was five and a half years old, when my mother drove away in a black car that glowed in the sun, that I lost everything.

In a practical sense, I wasn't dumb, but I didn't speak anymore, and everyone thought I was dumb. It's just that at that time, no one knew that this was called autism, and it wasn't that they couldn't speak.

That year, my mother left, and my good-tempered father went straight to decadence, and finally began to drink heavily, and if he drank too much, he would beat me up. My neighbors knew about my situation, and under the influence of their parents, they no longer befriended me, and they talked bad about me in circles, and made up a slip of the tongue: "Don't be Derpy, no one loves me, Mom ran into the kennel." Dad's hat is flipped over, and he has no face and no skin waiting to kick ......"

At first, they would beat them with a stick, but when their parents came to them with their bruised children, the father punched and kicked them again, so gradually, they didn't object, and they did as they said.

I've been different since I was a child, but no one ever cared, not even my alcoholic father and cheating mother. I always hear sounds that no one else can hear, and they say I'm hallucinating. But those voices are clearly so real.

It's like here, it's a dirty hell where life is worse than death, but they can't hear the terrible wails and cries in the corners, the sound is not small, but no one notices.

Every time a child cries and the old master's younger brothers come over to fix it to help them stop crying, but the sad cry sounds, and the little brothers don't react. So, they didn't know it, they didn't hear it.

I still begged the same day, except that I was so hungry that I walked a little shaky. Because I didn't get enough money the day before yesterday, I was beaten and stopped eating for three days, so I'm still hungry. I was dizzy and didn't have the strength, but even then I continued to beg.

I was so hungry that I was so drowsy that I was begging only with my dirty, broken iron jar and my ever-scarce change. Occasionally, I would raise my eyes slightly to see the shoes of pedestrians, either red and dazzling high heels, or black shiny leather shoes.

Although I fantasized about one day wearing a suit and tie and having such shiny leather shoes, it was obviously just a dream.

Suddenly, there was a lot of noise among the crowd, and the noise was endless. I was already distraught, hungry and dark, and it was even more uncomfortable to hear these noisy sounds.

Although such a long period of physical and mental torture has made me feel calm and different from other children, I still have a little curiosity.

I slowly stood up and looked up, and there was a crowd of people in front of me, but they were all bent over or crouched on the ground, and everyone was staring at the ground, which was even lower than when I was begging. And in the middle of them is a car, and the bald man in the car can be described as full of brains. Her black hair was behind her head, and a disdainful smile leaked from her red face. Dressed in a black suit, with open collars, leaking out of a round belly. In his right hand, he also hugged a very beautiful woman with a hot figure and revealing clothes, and the woman snuggled into his arms, spoiled. Staring at the man, his left hand kept taking it out of the box next to him, and kept throwing away the RMB that was scattered as a rain of money.

The man sat in the car and sprinkled money, and people rushed under the car, and the little beggar next to him watched sluggishly. What an ironic sight it was, with the men and women in the car constantly throwing mocking glances at the car with disdain.

Although I was drowsy with hunger, I couldn't help but be happy when I saw that the people who had been in charge of me participated in the robbery of money.

I'm usually very obedient, I'm never noisy, and I never make a noise even when those people beat me. Because I know that if I scream and they are upset, they will fight harder. In fact, even if I don't call them, I am not happy, I am afraid that it is because they have a sense of frustration because their crazy blow has not been exchanged for a tear, and they can't find that kind of superiority!

But I don't want to cry or make trouble, at least it's a manifestation of my humble and pitiful dignity!

Just like the man in the car, everyone has a different point of satisfaction, he uses the flaunting of wealth to enrich himself, and he looks up to others to look down and pick up the money he has lost. In this high-profile way, he is rich enough to look down on everything from a haughty angle, and I also know how to hide my emotions with silence to protect the little dignity that remains in my own heart.

This is also the truth that I only understood many years later, but for me when I was eight years old, those things are remembered very clearly, although it is not as good as a bunch of high-sounding truths in the future, but in the depths of my young heart, I still want to continue to live.

I took advantage of the scramble of my guards to pick up the money, turned around with the iron jar and started running. I've been to almost every part of the city, almost every place with a lot of people.

Fortunately, I have had an advantage since I was a child, which is to remember the road. I can remember everything I've been, and I won't get lost if I go any further.

So as far as I can remember, I went straight to some of the places I knew that were few people and had a lot of buildings, and that was easier to hide in my young mind.

I ran as hard as I could, trying my best to cut through the more prosperous places and the paths that some beggars had to pass.

Actually, I just wanted to get out of this place where the devil gathers, but I didn't know where to go or what to do.

I was sold by my father, and I didn't have a home for the kidnapped children, and all I could do to escape there was to sleep on the streets.

It's just that I haven't eaten for more than two days, and now I've been running around for so long, and I just stumbled to the door of a relatively desolate abandoned factory, and I fainted.

When I woke up again, there was already a little girl in front of me, with a pink dress and a white and tender little face, which was very cute.

"Hey, you're awake! What happened to you? She had watery eyes, a smile and a pair of small dimples. When she blinked at me, I was a little sluggish.

I have always been accustomed to indifference and ruthlessness, and all I have seen is white eyes and discrimination. But her eyes were so clear, full of sincerity, without the slightest hostility, and without the pity and sympathy that passers-by often held.

Before I could react, my stomach started rumbling again.

"You're hungry, I have instant noodles here, do you want to eat some!" As he spoke, he took out a small red bag of packaging.

I looked at the crisp noodles in her hand in a daze, not knowing what to do.

When she saw that I didn't answer, she laughed again, "Eat quickly!" Otherwise, you'll starve! As he spoke, he tore open the bag of crispy noodles, pinched it a few times and handed it over.

I was so hungry that I took her crispy noodles and began to stuff them into my mouth, gobbling them up.

The dough was hard, but I didn't chew too carefully, and swallowed it desperately, trying to fill my empty stomach.

She grinned, her little fair face full of innocent smiles. I was in a daze, maybe this was really the first time I had looked closely at someone, and it was a girl.

I'm going to eat all the noodles, and my belly feels fuller, so I'm not so hungry.

"Are you still hungry after you've eaten?" She blinked her big eyes and asked me softly.

I nodded, but then started shaking my head again. After thinking about it, it was always difficult to eat things for a girl who might be younger than me, so I picked up the iron jar next to me and stuffed the change in it to her. I didn't know how much a bag of crispy noodles cost, so I took them all out and gave them to her.

She postponed, "No need, I can't eat enough, so I'll give it to you!" And a bag of instant noodles is five dimes, you have too much of this! ”

I looked at her in amazement, this girl, she is so kind.

I pushed the money back and forth with her, and in the end she couldn't get me to take the five dimes, but she looked happy.

"By the way, why don't you speak?" She asked me.

I kept my head down, not knowing how to answer her, I couldn't speak, let alone answer the question. Maybe you don't want to talk for a long time, so you really can't speak!

When she saw that I didn't answer, she asked, "Can't you speak?" Alright then, I said you listen up! She smiled, leaking two small dimples, which were very cute.

I shrank my head in inferiority and didn't dare to look at her.

"Actually, I ran out secretly to skip my homework, and if I was at home, I would be forced by my mother to do my homework, but I don't like to do my homework, hehe!"

"What about you, what are you doing here? Why did you faint, are you hungry? ”

"Oh yes, I forgot you can't speak, what about your mom and dad? Why are you hungry like this? Are you also skipping homework? ”

"Where did you go to school? I'm at Ningxi Elementary School. Let me tell you, although I don't like to do homework, I study very well and am still the class president! ”

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She was very happy to say it, and I listened very attentively, but I still couldn't help but feel deeply inferior and buried my head in my knees. She and I should be regarded as the two extremes of the world, she is the budding flower in the sun, and I am the moss struggling alone in the cold abyss, her life is all I have not been exposed to, and the homework she hates is even what I desperately yearn for.