"burden……"
In the wind and rain, the couple's voices were intermittent and unclear.
"Relatives" frowned, and "mother" looked disgusted.
Take one last look into the trash can.
They closed the lid tightly to prevent any sound from coming out.
After doing this, the couple left in a hurry, fearing that they would be seen by others.
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Xu Xi was still watching.
Watching with trembling eyes.
In the light, the rain was falling heavily, as if the sky was crying. The storm swept the rain and roared through every corner of the city.
The trash can in the alley shook slightly.
Something is struggling inside.
A few ragged vagrants accidentally discovered something unusual about the trash can while they were hiding from the rain.
Open the lid of the barrel and take out the discarded "garbage".
A baby boy.
"Child? Why are there children here?"
"We can't leave him here, he'll die!"
The vagrants looked at each other and decided to wait until the rain stopped and send the baby to the nearest welfare home or police station.
Before that.
They decided to do something.
The wanderers, who were in difficult situations themselves, tried their best to find warm clothes for the baby.
After the rain stopped.
The baby was sent to an orphanage by them.
A few years later, the baby grew into a healthy boy. Homeless people often came to visit him, but they were so embarrassed that they could only stay outside the wall and could not enter the orphanage.
The boy remembered the name of every wanderer.
Always shout out.
A pure smile blooms on the face of the wanderers.
"Xiao Xi, you can't learn from us. You are still young and have many opportunities."
"You should study hard and make a lot of money in the future."
"Yes, I will!" the boy nodded excitedly.
If possible, the wanderers hope that the boy will be adopted. For a child, having a mother or not makes a whole different difference.
But the boy had bad luck.
He was in an orphanage and was never adopted.
One, one, one.
In order to live up to the expectations of the "uncles" and for his own future, the boy began to study hard, hoping to create a glorious life for himself.
There are no toys.
There is no good teacher who can answer your questions or resolve your doubts.
Those things are too luxurious for boys.
He could only memorize things by rote in the most clumsy way day after day to make his academic performance better and to please his uncles with "100 points".
but.
The boy is not a genius after all.
As he grew older, he gradually realized his mediocrity.
There is no workaround.
All a boy can do is try twice as hard.
Clumsy, like a bird lost in the rain, flapping its wings and flying around, getting its head broken and bleeding, making others laugh.
He wants to live.
Longing to live like a normal person.
It’s not about picking up other people’s discarded toys, it’s not about envying other people’s happy families, it’s not about staring at the ceiling alone in the middle of the night.
finally.
The boy's efforts paid off.
"Admission letter, it's an admission letter!" In the scene that Xu Xi saw, the boy was so excited that he returned to the welfare home holding the admission letter in his arms.
He ran very fast on the road.
It was as if all the heavy shackles that had weighed on me since I was born were removed in an instant, and I felt as light as a flying bird.
But.
Why.
Why is it so noisy around me?
A puddle on the road reflected the boy's appearance at the moment. Scarlet blood spread from his broken cheek, and cracking sounds came from all over his body, as if something was broken.
He turned his head with difficulty.
Finally I saw the source of the noise.
A red box truck and a panicked truck driver.
The crowd was in an uproar, with some blaming the driver and some onlookers calling the police.
as well as.
The acceptance letter floated away from my hand.
The boy finally realized what was happening. His pupils began to tremble, his throat became hoarse and burning, and blood bubbles appeared. He reached out to everyone around him.
Xu Xi saw it.
See the fear and helplessness in the boy's eyes.
Xu Xi heard it.
Hearing the vague sound of blood in the morning.
"Help, help me..." The broken body covered with wounds, the terrified face covered with blood, the trembling voice tortured by pain, called for help from everyone around.
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