The clear yellow moonlight fell on the roof. The two people on the roof were sitting next to each other, with their legs bent and their chin resting on their knees.
Wei Nuan listened quietly to Yu Zhiqie's narration. He spoke slowly and calmly, just like his temperament. When he talked about his pain, his voice only deepened. Just listening to these experiences, she knew
Those two years were a life like purgatory for Ah Li. She had to face her biological mother who was sometimes sober and sometimes confused, and she had to face her own unbearable life experience.
His precocity was forced, and his temperament was changed at that time.
According to his description, he was originally a lively, lively and laughing child, smart, sensible, well-behaved, and pleasant. But later on, he changed. He was just on guard day and night against being killed by his biological mother, and suffered from this kind of
The torture of hurting a loved one.
No child who has experienced what he has experienced will become like this. In fact, Wei Nuan feels that he is still in good condition. At least he is not mentally twisted or sick. He has just become cold and cold. However, he will still give his all to the people he cares about.
With all your strength.
"Tell me about you." Ah Li turned her head and said to Weinuan.
His story has almost been told, although he retained some more cruel and bloody scenes, but that's about it, those things are in the past because he has survived it.
"Oh, let me think about it first. It's been a long time. I calculated how many years have passed. I was twenty years old when I died. That means it has been twenty years. Plus the number of years I have lived here, plus
It must have been twenty-seven or eight years since I got up, almost thirty years. After so many years, I have really forgotten a little, and I can’t remember many details clearly."
"Then tell me what you remember."
Ah Li didn't overestimate the years she counted. Although he didn't quite know how Wei Nuan counted the years and didn't know what she meant by death, these were unimportant.
Wei Nuan thought about it carefully and found that she and Ah Li were both precocious. Other children might not be able to remember things until they were four, five or six years old, but she knew it when she was two or three years old. In fact, thinking about it, she felt a little bit
It is easy to remember, such as pain, which was the word that she felt most profoundly in her childhood.
pain.
There seems to be no moment without pain.
From the time she started to walk steadily and could hold things with her hands, she started to do things. If she didn't do well, she would be beaten more severely every time. Her body was often bruised. Sometimes when she went out, the neighbors felt sorry for her, but they also
She just feels bad, no one can help her, and no one can help her.
At that time, she was severely malnourished, her skin was dark and dry, and only her eyes were bright. She still looked like she was five or six years old when she was seven or eight years old. She couldn't remember how old she was when she had a younger brother. She had a younger brother.
Only then did she know what a mother should be like and what the real relationship between a mother and her child should be like.
Her mother had never cared for her so much, never scolded her so tenderly, always with disgust and hatred, wishing for her to die.
He didn't go to school, he didn't know how to read, his clothes were all in rags, and his hair was dirty. He was no different from a beggar, and the clothes he wore were completely different from his younger brother's.
What is the saying, my brother eats vegetables and I drink soup? How could she have the right to drink soup? What she often eats is broken and sour. However, she admires her intestines and stomach and is fine.
, even if something happens, it will be over after a while.