When he was a child, Ling Su thought that he was lucky, even if he was abandoned by his parents, but fortunately, he had the dean's mother who loved him.

She will give him snacks that other children don't have, will gently coax him to sleep, even if she has an argument with other children, the dean's mother will stand by her side unconditionally and believe his words.

But later, Ling Su knew that other people's kindness to you was not necessarily love, but also poison wrapped in honey.

That night, he was called to his room by the dean's mother.

He was scared, because the mother, who was gentle in the past, threw him a small dress with a straight face.

"This is a girl's dress, I don't want to wear it."

Four or five-year-olds are already gender conscious.

Ling Su knew that the dress that the dean's mother gave him was worn by a girl, and he shouldn't wear it, so he refused the other party's request.

Unexpectedly, the amiable woman in the past turned her face at this moment.

She grabbed his arm, her nails pinching the soft flesh of his armpits.

"What did you say?"

Ling Su still remembered the other party's suddenly approaching face, gloomy eyes, and cold tone.

The grip on his palm grew harder and harder, as if he would break his arm as soon as he said "no."

The young Ling Su was still shouting "pain", and her eyes were filled with tears.

But in the next second, a slap came over.

"Slut!"

The dean scolded angrily.

Ling Su looked at the face that was full of love in the past, and gradually became hideous and distorted.

"Slut! It's you pretentious, you will only pretend to be a poor slut and ruin my home all day long! ”

He was so frightened that tears began to fall from his eyes.

On that young face, which can already see the color, it looks even more pitiful and moving.

If ordinary people saw it, they would definitely not bear to continue beating him.

But the woman in front of me didn't.

Seeing him crying, the other party will only be more ruthless.

Hit and scold at the same time.

"Cry what cry! Little vixen! Isn't it just to seduce men all day long? You shout, call for a man to save you! Stinky bitch! Slut! ”

That night, Ling Su didn't know how many beatings he had received, and he was confused as he listened to the words he had never heard before spit out of the mouth of the dean's mother.

Are you a slut, a vixen, or a stinky bitch in the mouth of the dean's mother?

That's why the dean's mother hates him so much and beats him so much.

During the day, he carefully hid his wounds.

Occasionally, the teachers at the orphanage would see it, and the mothers of the dean would tell them that the child had been ostracized by other children, and that there might have been a conflict in private.

Then, she would follow the teachers and pretend to reprimand the other children, telling them not to bully Ling Su.

But the more this happened, the more he was ostracized.

Children who grow up in orphanages are more mentally mature than children of the same age who grow up with their parents.

They know that they need to use means to exchange for delicious sweets and beautiful clothes.

And Ling Su, the one who didn't need to rely on any effort to get the reward they coveted, was a common enemy in the eyes of these children.

The enemy is to be resisted together.

They don't care how the injuries on his body came from, as long as the other party is not so proud.

So, the children tacitly kept silent.

The teachers of the orphanage searched many times to no avail, and in the end they could only give up, and even later saw the wounds on Ling Su's body and showed disgust.

"Don't you have clothes with long sleeves? Why not wear it? ”

As a young man, he looked up and looked at his female teacher, who was sweating profusely and wearing short sleeves, and reprimanded him with a dissatisfied expression.

Obviously, it was a high temperature of more than 30 degrees outside.

However, his wounds prevented parents from coming to the orphanage to adopt their children.

"I see."

He nodded obediently, then walked over to his shelf and pulled out his long-sleeved jacket to put on.

Ling Su knew that there was a pair of eyes staring at him not far away.

The more well-behaved he became, the more satisfied the owner of those eyes would be, and the beatings he would take at night would be appropriately reduced.

"They probably didn't expect that the dean's mother, who was amiable during the day, would be like a demon asking for her life at night." Ling Su said in an extremely flat tone.

It was as if he was out of the picture.

"Later, the woman was not satisfied with beating me, after all, if the wound was too severe, it would attract the attention of outsiders, and the reputation of the orphanage would deteriorate."

"So, she began to use all sorts of more subtle methods of torturing people."

"Like pricking my nails with needles."

"Or put a few thumbtacks in my shoes."

"Does it sound like something out of a TV series?" Ling Su smiled, like a poignant flower, "It's a pity, it's all true." ”

"It really hurts to prick my nails, it hurts more than pumping with a belt, and when I eat during the day, I can't even hold chopsticks, so I can only watch the food in the bowl being snatched up by others."

"It's hard to pull out the thumbtacks embedded in the flesh, and when you pull them out, you will bleed a lot, and I'm scared, but if you don't pull them out, you can't do it, I read books that you will get tetanus."

"So even if it hurts, I'm going to pull the nail out."

An Li was silent.

Just listening to the narration is already so painful.

She didn't know how Ling Su survived violence and exclusion, physical and psychological pain at a young age.

"Fortunately, I'm good at pretending." Ling Su tugged at the corners of her lips, "I know that some children in the orphanage are adopted every year, but the director doesn't want me to be taken away, so every time the orphanage comes to adopt, she either doesn't let me come out, or waits for people to take a fancy to me, and tells the other party that I have autism, personality problems, and don't like to contact others." ”

"The children in the orphanage are the best witnesses."

"I've been waiting, waiting for a long time, and when I'm about to give up, thinking that I'm going to rot there for the rest of my life, and I'll never be able to escape the clutches of that woman, they came."

The expression on Ling Su's face showed a long-lost warmth.

An Li knew that he was talking about Uncle Ma.

"Because they were mute, the other children in the orphanage didn't want to follow them, and I heard the children privately call them dumb, saying that they wouldn't go home with two dumb people."

"No child wants to follow them, and the woman is helpless."

"Later, I saw an opportunity and ran out with my painting."

"They were so stupid that when they saw the painting, they told the woman that they wanted to adopt me."

"Of course the woman didn't want to, she hadn't tortured me enough, and she was afraid that I would tell me about her child abuse." Ling Su pulled her lips, and a sneer crossed her eyes, "Then I watched her try her best to discredit me." ”

"It's like any filthy word can be used on me."

This phenomenon really exists in some orphanages, and even the simplest children can learn to read words and colors under difficult living conditions.

There are also many recent condemnations of young people's idea of not getting married and not having children, I personally believe that there is no one who does not want to have children, only those who dare not have children, think twice, and consider a variety of factors before making a decision must be more responsible than the instantaneous hormonal spike and have to make a result, or the person who has a child in order to complete a certain task is responsible.

Children are innocent, and since you have brought your treasures into this world, you must love them well.