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"What do you mean?"

"You don't know this, do you?" An old lady glanced at the others with pride:

"Her son earned money for his studies by working part-time, and his mother said that all the family money was squandered by his father.

He wears the same few sets of clothes all year round, and the most common thing he wears is school uniform. Look how thin he is, with barely any flesh on his body. It's obvious that he doesn't eat or drink well.

Even so, his grades are not bad. He is the one who cleans up everything at home. He is very diligent. If only my little boy could be as sensible as him, I would be so happy that I would smile in my dreams. "

Spit out a mouthful of melon seed husks:

"Is this their biological child? How could they mistreat the child? Come to think of it, I spotted Xiao Guan drooling over the food on the stall!

The little brat is eating me out of money. He is in the stage of growing up, and I think he is probably hungry.

"From what you said, I wonder if you didn't have enough to eat at home? How can that be? No wonder you are so thin, you look so pitiful."

Another person nodded as well:

"Doesn't that mean he earns his living expenses by himself? No wonder my little brat said that Xiao Guan is always the last one to pay various fees, and the money is only one or two dollars.

I thought he was teasing the class representative who was collecting money!"

……

A few people were chatting, and the topic turned to other people. Yu Jingcheng leaned against the wheelchair and said lightly:

"It's getting late, let's go back!"

Tapping on the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers, Xiong Hao grasped the handle and pushed the wheelchair back.

From these gossips, Yu Jingcheng extracted many key points, that the child had a miserable childhood and a selfish family.

Every family in this world has its own problems.

Some people want to have a family, while others wish they were an orphan.

A good family inspires people to move forward, while a bad family is like a pool of mud that wants to trap everyone in the family in it. The more they struggle, the deeper they sink, and they can't bear to see anyone escape from this quagmire.

They will also polish away all the good qualities of a person, making him or her "round", stupid and numb. It is best for a person to work like a slave and listen to them all his or her life, like a carefully polished puppet.

When he walked out of the yard, Yu Jingcheng stopped knocking on the handrail and raised his hand:

"Stop for a moment, let's go take a look at the alley we passed by today."

Even as an outsider, he felt uncomfortable with this suffocating feeling, and it would be even more uncomfortable for the boy who was in the situation.

Not sure if it was his illusion, but the more Yu Jingcheng thought about it, the more he felt that the child with the surname Guan had a sense of despair. People from such a family would easily go to extremes and have self-destructive tendencies. They would think of ending it all once and for all, that is, seeking death.

Although children seem heartless, they actually have troubles. Due to their mental retardation and lack of a complete education, they tend to act in more extreme ways.

Too much stress can lead to depression.

If this kind of disease occurs in an ordinary family, parents who care about their children will notice it, but it is not the case at all for the child named Guan.

Children also need company and someone to talk to. When they are troubled and cannot make up their minds, they will seek advice from adults, including their parents and teachers.

Obviously, it was impossible for the child to confide his distress to his family.

It's like a volcano, with a lot of magma accumulated in the heart. The more you suppress it, the more anger accumulates. One day, it will erupt and be unstoppable.

The quarrel that broke out today was just an outburst.

Just like a bamboo, you add stones to it piece by piece until one day, the bamboo rebounds.

He also learned the child's name from the gossipers - Guan Li.

A name that sounds perfunctory and not very thoughtful.

Nowadays, children's names are chosen by their parents after looking up the dictionary. His name is not very outstanding, and the meaning of "Li" is not very good either.

Most people only think about leaving and parting.

When naming a child, the character “黎” is often chosen, as it is easy to associate it with dawn.

A name full of hope.

Feeling the wheelchair gradually slow down, Xiong Hao said: "We're here, sir. He's still here."

Yu Jingcheng looked in the direction he saw in the morning. Guan Li's posture had changed. He sat on the ground, hugging himself. The loneliness emanating from his bones could infect people's hearts.

Xiong Hao started to feel unhappy again:

"Sir, I feel a little uncomfortable, as if there is a rock pressing on me."

Xiong Hao, who had eaten a full meal and was taking a walk with her husband, feeling the afterglow of the setting sun on her face and body and the breeze blowing over her body, was in a very good mood. But then she frowned and subconsciously touched her heart.

What's this called?

Those who are close to vermilion are red, those who are close to ink are black?

People who are close to bad moods will get bad moods?

That’s not wrong. After all, emotions are contagious.

Xiong Hao scratched his hair, feeling a little confused, not knowing what to do.

"Go ahead and push me over."

I guessed that the child would be here, but what I didn't expect was that the child was still in the same position as in the morning, at most changing his posture.

Maybe my legs are numb because I've been squatting for too long.

Xiong Hao naturally followed Yu Jingcheng's arrangements. Hearing the sound of something approaching, Guan Li subconsciously shrank his body, curled himself up into a ball, wishing he could squeeze into the wall.

He didn't look up, didn't speak, and didn't care what the approaching object was or whether it was just passing by.

Until the sound of that thing and a very heavy sound of footsteps stopped in front of him.

There was no movement.

A pair of shod feet can be seen through the gaps between the arms.

After a long silence, Guan Li raised his head belatedly. He was not ugly, and could be described as handsome. His eyes were clear, and one could tell at a glance that he was a shy person.

Her eyes were red and swollen, and there were slap marks on her cheeks. Her face was also swollen and her eyes were bloodshot. She looked at Yu Jingcheng with a strange look. After she fell into the wheelchair, she seemed to remember something and did not dare to look up.

His arm was broken by his mother, and it was his mother who dragged him to see a doctor. If Guan Li had not been afraid that his other arm would also be broken, he would not have wanted to go.

He had heard of Mr. Yu's name and knew that he was a good man. Good people should not be labeled, bullied, or taken advantage of.

Guan Li knew his family's personalities. His mother would not give him any money. If Mr. Yu really treated him, he might even be blackmailed.

So, when Yu Jingcheng opened the door, what he saw was the aunt holding her son's intact hand and asking him for help.

The young man shrank back, not daring to look up. After hearing Yu Jingcheng show up, he shook his head quietly at him.

Guan Li didn't want to be a burden to others. Rather than trouble others, he would rather spend some money and go to the hospital for treatment.

He had no choice in being born in such a family, but he could choose how to behave.

The future, too.