"Let's pull the hook, shall we?"

He hooked her little finger, "Okay." ”

"Brother, you have to learn to be smart, if they come to take you again, you have to find a way to dodge, if you really can't dodge...... Also ,...... Be obedient. She opened a pair of beautiful big eyes, and her voice taught him the experience softly: "Brother, what if...... When they beat you, don't be silent...... It hurts, it hurts, don't make a sound...... That way, they won't fight anymore. ”

"As long as you don't make a sound...... They won't fight anymore. ”

"Okay."

"Brother, we have to go back, otherwise it will be over if someone finds out." She stood up, looked at him reluctantly, took two steps and turned back, and suddenly smiled at him: "Brother, bear with me a little longer." ”

Bear with me, soon, soon I will be able to leave.

He didn't understand the meaning of her words at the time, thinking that she was just comforting him and teaching him to be patient, otherwise he would suffer more.

In the following days, he listened to her words and tried all kinds of ways to dodge, but finally there was a time when he couldn't hide, and he was still taken into a room.

When he entered, he found that there was not only one child in the room, but several, and then two men who looked to be forty or fifty years old, with round bellies, and one of them with a whip in his hand, was beating one of the children.

The boy was probably frightened and couldn't help crying, but the more he cried, the more excited the man became, and the more energetic he became.

Only then did he know what she meant by saying that she was silent, because these people had devils in their bones, and the more they resisted, the more excited and bloodthirsty they became......

He had disguised himself in advance, making himself look a little embarrassed, and his face was sallow and yellow, so in the end he didn't arouse the interest of those two people, but just beat him up as if he was not pleasing to the eye, and stabbed him a few times with the broken porcelain pieces.

The abuses he had suffered since he was a child were far more horrific than these.

So he didn't say anything, didn't even grit his teeth, just was so expressionless, numb, like a puppet, so soon, he was thrown aside.

This kind of thing happened to him a few times later, and although the beating was nothing to him, such a suffocating environment still made him fall into deep despair.

He tried to escape, but when he didn't do anything, he was arrested and locked up in a small house, denied food, drink, or release.

It was she who quietly came in through the window and handed him a somewhat hard steamed bun.

She seemed to be very smart, and always found an opportunity to visit her, and he always had a feeling that he was quietly protected by her, and he didn't know how he could meet such a lovely little girl.

In this way, they quietly lived a life of dependence on each other, in that suffocating place, relying on each other, breathing the only breath of fresh air.

He thought time would pass away like this, until one night he was taken into a separate room with a drunken man who had drunk too much.

For the first time, he realized the unprecedented crisis, and just as he was thinking about how to deal with it, something suddenly hit the back of his head and knocked him unconscious.

When he woke up again, the whole world had turned into a sea of fire—