When he woke up, the boy and the two girls huddled together were gone.

Scared, he asked the fat woman who was wiping his face: "Mother-in-law, he, where did they go?" “

The woman threw the black towel in her hand into the basin and said, "Little cub, the old lady is a girl, not a mother-in-law." Those cubs have already been given, and you will soon have parents and parents, all of them are blessed. The old lady has a hard life, and she takes care of you people who eat white rice every day! “

Then the man who gave him soda and the fat woman took him on a train and then a horse-drawn carriage for a day's journey.

In the evening, he came to the house of a man and a woman, and left him behind.

The man and woman began to be very nice to him, buying good food, buying new clothes for him to wear, and gradually he began to recognize the so-called parents.

As he grew older, he learned that the current place was Langfang, Hebei, which was also in the countryside.

But the good times didn't last long, and when she was seven years old, the so-called mother became pregnant and gave birth to a little brother.

His suffering began when his younger brother fell to the ground.

No matter how his adoptive parents looked at him, he was insulted at the light and beaten at the worst, and the bruises on his body never broke.

In the winter, he washed his clothes in cold and biting well water, and his hands were covered with frostbite.

The winter clothes were all a few years old, they didn't fit at all, and the wrists and ankles were all leaking in the cold wind.

The neighbors couldn't stand it anymore and said a few words, which angered the adoptive parents.

Not only did he scold his neighbor, but he also took a beating, and he scolded in his mouth: "Eat idle meals, redundant!" “

Speaking of this, Yang Xiuwen was excited, this was his experience in his previous life, unforgettable, and unforgettable.

Zhang Peng's eyes were also red, he clenched his fists and waved, and scolded in his mouth: "A group of brutes, all of them are damn brutes!" “

Li Xiaotong didn't speak, but he cried a lot.

After a while, Li Xiaotong wiped his red eyes and asked, "What happened to your friend?" “

He took out a handkerchief and wiped it carefully for the girl, and then said: "In order to be able to survive in this family, a seven-year-old child has done all the work in the family, and he has studied very hard, and every time he is double percent.

But it was not exchanged for kind words from the adoptive parents. The cold eyes, verbal abuse, and beatings continued.

Until he was eight years old, he was not allowed to go to school, saying that it was a waste of money.

He was furious, and one day he took his little brother to the movies, stole 200 yuan from the family, and left the hellish home.

Where to go? He didn't know that because of long-term malnutrition, the eight-year-old child followed the crowd on a train like a little chicken.

The ticket inspector saw him, but did not stop him, thinking that he was the child of some passenger.

Still follow the crowd out of the station, standing alone on a strange street, where at this time, where to go, completely unknown.

For several days in a row, he wandered the streets, hungry, bought steamed buns, and slept in the waiting room or in the nearby park when he was sleepy.

Fortunately, it was summer, otherwise it was impossible to say whether he would have survived.

He knew the city he was in, Huaguo Zhongjing.

After drifting for more than ten days, I saw that the money on my body was spent, what should I do in the future?

One day, an old policeman found him ragged and dirty.

When he was taken to the police station and questioned, he said that he had been abducted and smuggled out.

I don't know what my parents are called, I don't know where my home is.

The police of that era were really nice, gave him a haircut, bathed him, and found clean clothes for him to change into.

Sitting in the dining room of the police station, holding hot noodles, he cried, crying heartbreakingly.

The police officers at the police station did not persuade him, they understood very well that an eight-year-old child should live happily and happily under the pampering of his parents at this time.

Instead of wandering in society like Kususuke.

However, the conditions for handling the case at that time were very difficult, and it was even more difficult to find the information of the lost population four years ago from the vast Bashu area!

The police couldn't help it, it was impossible to leave him at the police station.

He was sent to an orphanage through the authorities.

In the orphanage, he met the benefactor of his life, the director of the orphanage - Mu Yihui. “

Yang Xiuwen lied here, but in fact, the dean's surname is Yang and his name is Yang Hui.

You can't lie if you don't lie! Could it be that he told Zhang that Li and the others were the orphans themselves.

"The dean looked to be in his fifties, not tall, his gray hair was very clean, his wrinkled face had a pair of beautiful eyes, and when he smiled, his eyes became a crooked moon.

She is very good to the children in the orphanage, and the children like to call her Mother Wood, Grandma Wood.

When Dean Mu saw him covered in injuries and as weak as firewood, tears flowed down his eyes.

He stepped forward and took him in his arms, patted him gently on the back and said, "This is a sin! How can you do it! ”

Then he held his little face with both hands and comforted: "Child, don't worry, no one will bully you in the future, this is your home." ”

After speaking, he took his little hand and walked to the place where the children lived.

As he walked, he said, "Grandma will take you to meet other children, they are your older brothers and sisters, younger brothers and sisters!" ”

Indeed, as the dean said, the ten years in the orphanage were the happiest ten years of his life, although the food and clothing were not very good, but he lost Fang Zhizhen, and only after suffering did he know that it was sweet.

He took the dean's surname and called Mu Xinsheng. He studied very hard, and at the age of eighteen, he was admitted to Chukyo University with excellent grades. “

Speaking of this, he was also puzzled in his heart, why Dean Yang named him Yang Xiuwen instead of Yang Xinsheng.