"Brother, do you want this toy?"
The little girl in the fluffy princess dress held a little plush doll in her hand, and squatted beside the boy who was silently digging the soil in the corner, shaking as if showing off. She has a room of such toys, but the dirty brother in front of her has nothing.
At this time, Jin Yang was ten years old. He was very thin and small. When he squatted down, the bones of his elbows protruded like dry straw sticks. The doll, and then looked at the little girl who looked so happy.
At this time, he already had some grown-up indifference, but still a little awkward.
He will no longer be fooled by this kind of inferior scam, and he is full of joy every time, but in the end
Being pushed over, being ridiculed, watching what you like being given away to others...
The boy stood up abruptly, startling the little girl in front of him, she squatted on the ground, and the toy in her hand fell on the ground beside her feet.
Jin Rumeng wiped her face, sat on the ground and started crying. The doll in her hand was stained. Although it was just one of the toys in her room, she still cried very sadly.
Seeing his sister crying out of breath, Jin Yang's face that pretended to be indifferent was flustered for a moment, he tried to pull the little girl up with his thin arms, but before he could pull it up, he smelled The nanny who ran out hurriedly ran out of the house.
"Why did the young lady fall down? Young master, why are you so vicious in your mind that you pushed your own sister!"
Jin Yang's unhealthy face suddenly turned pale, his chapped lips opened, and he glanced at Jin Rumeng, whose face was red from crying, and wanted to say no, he didn't do it on purpose, and he didn't push Jin Rumeng too far. .
But no one listened to his explanation. The nanny glared at him fiercely, then hugged Jin Rumeng, who was still crying, and walked into the warm and bright room.
The little boy stood alone in the yard, looking at the muddy doll on the ground. The doll was kicked by the nanny when he left, and now the fur is dirty.
He was silent for a while, then bent down to pick up the doll on the ground, and patted the dust on the doll with his hand.
Jin Yang went back to his basement, the cramped and dimly lit little house, put the dirty doll on the head of the bed, and fell asleep silently with his eyes closed.
Half awake and half asleep, he heard someone push open the door of the basement. The tattered door frame could not withstand a strong push by a drunk, only to hear a loud noise, and the little boy curled up on the bed. With a shudder, his eyelashes trembled and he opened his eyes.
He saw the person coming, and his face suddenly became even paler, "Dad..."
Patriarch Jin had some alcohol smell on his body, and frowned drunkenly at this time, looking at his son, the anger in his heart burst out suddenly mixed with faint resentment.
Father Jin grabbed Jin Yang's hair, yanked up the boy's thin neck, and dragged it out of the basement door.
Jin Yang exhaled in pain, and then bit his lower lip firmly, preventing himself from showing more panic and sadness.
The sky outside was not completely dark at this time. He was grabbed by his hair, his entire scalp seemed to be torn off, and tears were stubbornly swirling in his eyes.
As soon as he went out, he saw his stepmother standing under the golden sunshine not far away. Jin Rumeng, who was wearing a clean tutu skirt, was held in her arms by her mother. Her eyes were still a little red, and she stared blankly. His brother was beaten by his abusive father.
Jin Yang heard his stepmother's voice coming and going, as if accusing him of a crime.
"Look dear, you dare to push your sister at such a young age. If you grow up, you don't know what to do..."
The man who already hated his son for his mother suddenly had an excuse for violence, his fist fell on Jin Yang's fragile body, the dull blow was accompanied by severe pain.
"Sure enough, it's the same as your crazy mother! I feed you and drink, and you dare to bully your sister..."
Jin Yang's eyes turned black, and he couldn't even hold back his tears. He groaned and bit down, and said in his heart:
I didn't push her, I didn't push her...
He reluctantly raised his head, and vaguely saw Jin Rumeng hiding in his mother's arms, looking in his direction with horror on his face, obviously also frightened.
The little girl did not expect that her brother would be beaten so fiercely because of her own words. She wanted to say something, but looking at her red-eyed father, she hesitated, shrank her head and hid in her mother's arms, crying silently.
In the darkness, Jin Yang silently closed his eyes.
When night came, the boy who hadtily treated the wound dragged his aching body that was about to fall apart and retracted into his small room. He covered his own quilt, but still felt very cold.
In the dark night, he saw the dirty doll by the bed.
The young man put his face indifferent, dragged his body slowly, grabbed the doll at the head of the bed, and threw it out of the dark window.
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Jin's parents both died in a major accident when Jin Yang was 16 years old. Nuo Da's family property was coveted by outside business giants. He had to take on these heavy responsibilities at a young age.
Ordinary teenagers might collapse, but Jin Yang didn't. He gritted his teeth and silently resisted.
And at this time, Jin Rumeng changed from the charming lady of the Jin family to a phoenix who was about to go bankrupt. The private school she was in was all boys and girls from good families, and she was very arrogant on weekdays.
When she was Miss Jin's family, everyone complimented her, but now these people have become the masterminds of bullying her.
After school that day, Jin Rumeng was blocked in the toilet by a group of former "partners". Some people poured Coke on her face, some people pulled her clothes and laughed and took pictures. She struggled and screamed, but no one was there. to rescue her.
Just when Jin Rumeng wanted to die immediately, someone kicked open the door of the toilet. She looked outside with tears in her eyes, and saw her brother, who was cold like a block of ice, looking inside with a gloomy expression. The farce, I don't know how to find it.
When Jin Yang took her out, she was covered in paint, her school uniform was unbuttoned, and she was wearing an old-fashioned suit.
As he walked, Jin Yang found that the footsteps behind him were gone, he looked back impatiently, and saw Jin Rumeng behind him shedding tears.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry woohoo..."
She is apologizing for not daring to tell the truth at that time, and she is also apologizing for her past mistakes.
Jin Yang's frown deepened, he didn't speak, because it was no longer important.
His life was already dark.