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In Yu Yang's room on the third floor of the HOG base, Yu Yang was sleeping on the bed, with sweat on his forehead, and his pale yellow bangs were wet and stuck to his temples.

Yu Yang frowned, breathing heavily.

He hasn't had a nightmare for a long time.

Especially in the past few months, Yu Yang slept on the bed almost every day. His body was too tired, but his spirit was very relaxed, and he was not prone to anxiety. , and as long as it is related to Qi Zui, it is a good dream.

Maybe it's because of too much pressure from the tattoo incident these days, Yu Yang rarely had nightmares.

Yu Yang dreamed about when he was 12 years old.

The crowded room, the dark corridor, the blurred face of the stepfather...

Yu Yang seemed to have been beaten again.

He was knocked out, and when he woke up he was in pain and his face was covered in blood.

Why I was beaten... I don't know.

Every time Yu Yang was beaten, he didn't know the reason.

The TV is so loud that you may get beaten.

The sound of the TV is low, and you may also be beaten.

If the books are not tidy, they may be beaten.

If the books are packed too neatly, they may also be beaten.

There was a scrap of paper on the ground, a water stain on the sink, and clothes hanging on the balcony that I forgot to put away in time...

These may all be the reasons for his beating.

The reasons why his stepfather beat him were all kinds of strange, and it was often a sudden outburst. One second he was still gossiping, and the next second he slapped him.

Over time, Xiao Yang got used to keeping a distance from people. Even in school, when the gentlest female teacher approached him during a lecture, Xiao Yang felt awkward all over his body.

Subconsciously, the kind and beautiful female teacher might throw a book on his head in the next second.

Yu Yang fell into a drowsy sleep, and after a while he remembered that the beating he received today seemed to be because he bit that scumbag.

The bite bleeds.

Yu Yang had never been beaten honestly.

Although he was beaten worse every time, no matter how others persuaded him, he would not give in to that scumbag and beg for mercy.

You can't beat him now, just grow up.

Yu Yang did not believe that he and his mother would be tortured by this scum for the rest of their lives.

Yu Yang always thought that he would really rot in this mud.

Yu Yang was a little dizzy from the beating, and felt nauseous all the time, unconsciously passed out again.

When Yu Yang in the dream woke up again, he was already lying on the bed.

His mother's eyes were red, and she wrung a wet towel to wipe the blood from his face.

Yu Yang opened his eyes and asked feebly, "Why didn't you run just now?"

Mom choked up and shook her head.

The beating just now was because after school, Yu Yang heard movement in the bedroom.

That scum is beating his mother.

Yu Yang dropped his schoolbag and rushed over, biting his wrist.

What happened next... I can't remember clearly.

Xiao Yang avoids the towel, and proposes again: "Let's go, I'll find a way, at worst, I won't go to school, and I can survive... He didn't pay you any money at all, and you have to wait on him... Without him ..."

Mom still shook her head in tears, again.

Xiao Yang closed his eyes tiredly, not understanding why his mother could only cry.

She never resisted, and when Yu Yang was beaten, she didn't stop her, she would only persuade her in a low voice of fear.

Yu Yang was actually a little puzzled.

why don't you help me

Why don't you get a divorce?

But the greater grievance is still for myself.

Why are you only 12 years old?

Why can't you beat him?

Why can't you make money?

Xiao Yang couldn't accept being in such close contact with people at this moment. After recovering a bit, he pushed his mother away and rushed to face himself.

The stepfather didn't know where he went again, he probably went drinking with friends.

Xiao Yang rushed to his face, leaning on the wall to rub against his small bedroom, his eyes lit up when he passed by the living room.

A drawer under the TV cabinet in the living room was open.

That's where the stepfather put the change, and the stepfather usually took the money from there to his mother, and asked his mother to buy vegetables and wine.

Maybe the stepfather drank too much today, got confused when he left, and forgot to lock the drawer.

Yu Yang walked over slowly, took out a banknote from inside, and went out the door.

Yu Yang didn't have a fixed phone at home, and the telephone booths in the community had rusted to death long ago. He ran to the next street, found a convenience store, threw a dollar there, and said vaguely, "Make a call."

There are too few people who come out to borrow phone these days, the convenience store owner looked Yu Yang up and down, and pushed the landline forward without asking any further questions.

Yu Yang's fingers trembled slightly, and he played a number quickly.

After finishing the phone call, Yu Yang ran back home.

On the way home, Yu Yang's heart beat faster, and there was even a smile on his face.

Xiao Yang tore off the bandage his mother had wrapped around his arm, ruthlessly squeezed his wound, and blood oozed out instantly.

Yu Yang returned home, washed his hands, and lay down on the ground.

Yu Yang fainted again, but this time he was very relieved, this should be the end.

He doesn't know how he will live in the future, but it doesn't matter anymore, he can go to the Internet cafe to watch the machine, and go to help in restaurants that are not very particular. He doesn't believe that he can't support his mother.

As long as he is alive, it is better than watching his mother being beaten from time to time.

He's had enough.

Yu Yang was woken up.

His eye sockets were swollen, and he couldn't see clearly. He vaguely saw his mother explaining to the police.

Xiao Yang stood up staggeringly, before he could speak, he heard his mother say to the policeman with a low eyebrow...

"Children...naughty, fighting in groups..."

"There is no domestic violence, the child is not disciplined by his father..."

"What about our own family..."

"No, everyone in the neighborhood knows it. Children are ignorant and fight all day long..."

The police looked at Yu Yang's mother vigilantly, turned to look at Yu Yang, and asked him for details.

Yu Yang looked at his mother like falling into an ice cellar.

Yu Yang's mother was behind the policeman, shaking her head painfully at him.

Yu Yang closed his eyes and shed tears for the first time because of the beating.

Yu Yang gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "I'm talking nonsense..."

The police had doubts, but this was the most difficult housework to deal with, and they couldn't get to the bottom of it. After educating the two of them, they left.

Xiao Yang looked at his mother and asked her why.

Mother knelt on the ground, crying uncontrollably: "I'm pregnant..."

Yu Yang buried his face in the pillow, he was so depressed that he couldn't breathe.

Yu Yang moved his eyelids and woke up.

He looked around, let out a long breath, relaxed, and lay back on the bed.

The mattress is moderately soft and hard, and it was Qi Zui who asked He Xiaoxu to change it for him.

Yu Yang's dormitory is more than 30 square meters, with excellent lighting and a small bathroom. The room is not big, but it is more than enough for one person.

Yu Yang is very contented.

In the end, he was affected a bit, after taking a shower, Yu Yang took out his mobile phone and checked his bank account.

This month's money was sent on time.

No more, no less, five thousand.

It is a human relationship to take care of your parents, Yu Yang has been sending money to his mother these years.

When you earn less, you will naturally give less, but if you earn more, you will not give much.

In the past, the maximum was [-], but the increase to [-] was because Yu Yang's mother finally agreed to Yu Yang's divorce.

She took a boy and moved to another city.

The 5000 yuan is the main source of livelihood for the mother and son, enough to ensure their food and clothing, but they have to rent a house and pay for the children's tuition fees.

In fact, according to Yu Yang's income, he can afford to pay his mother tens of thousands a month, but he is unwilling.

After calling the police that time, his stepfather almost beat him to death.

His mother was the same as before, just huddled at the door and cried in a low voice.

Xiao Yang couldn't speak smoothly after being beaten by a man, he continued intermittently: "If you have the ability to beat me to death... I'm dead, you go to jail and leave my mother to live a quiet life..."

What responded to him was one more punch after another.

Yu Yang was not beaten to death after all.

After coming back to life, he ran away.

Before leaving, he asked his mother again, if you want to come with me, how can I let you live.

The woman who had been humbled all her life shook her head in despair and helplessness, and even wanted to persuade Yu Yang not to leave.

Xiao Yang pushed his mother's hand away, and left without looking back.

When Xie Chen was doing psychological counseling for Yu Yang, he tried to let Yu Yang feel relieved and let him forgive his mother.

He hinted at Yu Yang that the mother was not indifferent, she did not want to anger her husband, but also wanted to protect the child in her womb.

Yu Yang looked at Xie Chen quietly, and asked, "Am I not her child?"

Xie Chen was speechless.

Yu Yang couldn't accept other people's contact. Years of years of physical pain and repeated emotions in his heart caused him to have a serious misunderstanding, which made him equate his stepfather with everyone who was close to him.

To make him feel relieved, there must be a breakthrough, but on this breakthrough, there is another mother whom Yu Yang loves and hates.

Xie Chen tried several times, but it had no effect except to make Yu Yang's emotions more extreme.

Helpless, I can only persuade Yu Yang to try desensitization treatment, as for the part that he can't let go of, Xie Chenai can't help.

Yu Yang wiped off the water droplets on his arm, picked up the watch he put on the bedside, and put it on.

His phone vibrated, Yu Yang turned his head, frowning slightly.

It was a short message from an unknown number.

Yu Yang picked up the phone...

Yu Yang deleted the news, as usual, had lunch and went to the training room for training.

During the practice match, Yu Yang received several more messages.

Yu Yang looked at the short message coldly, and did not delete it.

It's time to come.