Long Xing temporarily lived in his grandmother's house, and was arranged in a small side room with a wooden frame bed. In a noisy big family, I receive different looks, some are curious, some are friendly, and most of all I feel a feeling of being excluded. Especially when eating, the dishes in front of me are always removed for no apparent reason.
Among the many cousins, Jianfeng was the friendly one to Long Xing because of his first impression. The other little guys teased Long Xing from time to time. Cousin Yang Qin, a little beauty, always looks up at Long Xing with her innocent little face every day, looking at Long Xing with good intentions, causing some unknown troubles for Long Xing, secretly piercing Grandpa's cigarette bag, doing bad things, pulling Long Xing was always scolded by his grandfather.
"Grandpa, grandpa, look, he broke another bowl!" Yang Qin once broke a bowl and shouted that he saw Long Xing break it. The angry old man picked up the pipe and pot, "You little devil with no long memory, I have to break you!" He hit Long Xing's head hard and made a big bag, "No eating today!" He scolded Long Xing like a furious bull.
The aggrieved Long Xingqian stared at his cousin, no one believed him even though he argued. Seeing Long Xing being punished and beaten, the little girl smiled happily and cunningly. She seemed to be particularly happy to see Long Xing being wronged. Beautiful little face and psychology are a contradiction.
Jianfeng saw his subordinate Long Xing being wronged, glared at his sister fiercely, and then went to his father to plead for mercy, and finally let Long Xing go.
After such a hard time, one day grandma happily told Long Xing: "Little Guitou, someone wants a child. I will take you to see it. Be obedient."
Before dawn the next day, grandma called Long Xing. I simply packed my luggage and quietly left my grandma's house without anyone saying goodbye. After walking through a mountain road, we boarded a ferry and headed to a place that Long Xing didn't know.
Around noon, after getting off the boat, Long Xing and his grandmother walked up the hillside. There was a row of houses on the top of the hill to the right. They were wooden houses. The bark on the walls was peeling off and old. The roof of the house is low and the windows bulge outward. It looks big on the outside, but it's short and narrow on the inside, and smells of moldy sawdust.
A middle-aged woman, thin, with bulging eyes, two rows of teeth that are a bit ugly, and her lips cannot cover her teeth when she speaks. He looked a little lonely.
Grandma pulled Long Xing from behind, pressed her head and said to Granny Lin: "This little devil belongs to my daughter. She left. I took it over and raised it for you. When he grows up, he will be useful and can work for you." , just feed his belly.”
Grandma said that her own son died and she could no longer have children. I keep thinking about children, and I’m going crazy.
The adoptive father is dark and thin, and his voice is low and fast when he speaks, and he always chokes on his own words. Always mysterious and likes to look around. It feels like I have to hide myself at any moment.
Long Xing didn't like it when he saw it. Grandma always said that the little devil was smart and obedient. She kept praising him for fear that Mrs. Lin and his wife would not take Long Xing into his care.
Lao Lin liked to torture people. He liked to soak tree slivers in a bucket, and then take them out to beat the children. It is said that his dead child was often pushed on a stool and beaten. No matter how hard Mrs. Lin tried to persuade her, it was of no use. The child's death was partly due to illness, which may have been related to being frequently tortured and beaten.
"Little devil, come home, I will beat you up if you don't obey. If you obey, I will spare you." He said calmly, but he was merciless, and he often had to take off his pants to be beaten.
Long Xing was left behind, his grandmother was gone, and Long Xing had adoptive parents and a strange home.
Long Xing often lay down at the wooden window and looked at the mountains and forests outside the house. There was a pool of green water in the pond at the foot of the mountain. There are many scattered dead leaves floating in the air. In this unfamiliar environment, Long Xing was like a lonely fallen leaf, the kind in a pond.
