Rebirth of the Abandoned Son Without Regrets

My mother once named me Gu Yuanyang.She stroked my head with a very gentle look in her eyes.She said: "Our Yangyang family will be happy, because no matter how far he walks, he can see the sunshine when he turns around." Dad just smiled helplessly at this, and then looked at his mother dotingly.

I always thought that the happiness my mother said was within reach.I thought I would grow up happily like my mother said, and they would always spoil me and accompany me.When the innocent dream with the children was easily destroyed and shattered in an instant, I was still ignorantly looking for them.

The adults always looked at me with pity, and the police uncle in uniform squatted down, and his soft voice seemed to be afraid of shattering my dreams, "Yangyang, your parents have gone far away, and they can't come back. Here we come." Someone next to him sneered and said, "Amin, what do you say to him, why don't you just say that they died in a car accident?!" The voice was malicious, and I subconsciously shook my body.What is death?

The police uncle didn't speak anymore, he was taken away by his colleagues, and I was the only one left in the empty house.only myself.It was very cold at night, and I sat blankly on the bed, wondering why they didn't come home.Mom and Dad, don't you want to be yangyang?Gradually, grievances rose in my heart, and finally I could only bite my lower lip and let the hot tears fall.

Don't cry, if you cry, you are not a good child.But the tears kept falling as if they couldn't stop, as if they wanted to vent something.

Later, many adults came to the house, and they looked at me with disgust and said, "Why is this little burden still here? The house here is no longer his family's." I watched them throw away my parents' and my things. Going out, trying to stop him, but they pushed him out of the house.That is, my home... That is, the home with parents... Home, no more...

After starving and being laughed at by roadside beggars, I finally realized what death was.Mom and Dad will never come back again, they will never pamper and protect me again.The beggars on the side of the road looked at my stupid look mockingly, "Little fool, now you are the same as us." Now, I am the same as them.

I looked at the clothes on my body in a panic. It was dirty, and I couldn't tell it was a beautiful little suit anymore.The cold wind blew by me, I shivered, and stood alone on the corner of the street.It turned out that I was really like them.

The taste of being hungry is not good. I looked at the steamed buns on the ground hesitantly, not knowing whether I should pick them up or not.The snow-white steamed buns have long been covered with dust.The skinny beggar at the side hurriedly picked up the steamed buns in his bowl and devoured them like a delicacy in the world.From time to time, his eyes looked in front of me, full of greed.

I quickly picked up the steamed bun, tore off the dirty part, and ate it with big mouthfuls.The cold steamed buns were a little hard, unpalatable, and smelled of dust.I swallowed hard, struggling to survive surrounded by beggars.

The environment can really change people a lot.A five-year-old child can become fierce for an extra bite of food, and fight for a corner of shelter, even if he is pushed to the ground hard again and again.The body hurts, and it has already turned green.I didn't cry, because no one could wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes with pity.Mom, Yang Yang can't find the happiness you mentioned, even if I try to look back, I can't see it... What should I do...

Later, I met an uncle who took me away from this gray childhood.That year, I was eight years old.Uncle is a man of the Tao, he adopted me and sent me to school.He said: "Yangyang, you have to be obedient, if you can't resist, then obey." I always remember his words.Until the uncle died of serious injuries in the fight for the territory with others, I was finally alone again.At that time, I was 12 years old and had learned basic survival skills.I couldn't escape the life of ups and downs.

With the passage of time, my mother's face has long been blurred, only her first words have always been in my heart, and I have never forgotten them.The sun must be where I can see it when I look back.With this secret hope, I long for the sunshine that belongs to me to appear.I want to, catch the sun.

When I was 16, I had a fight on a street corner.A young man in a black suit looked at them coldly, and stopped when his eyes touched me.His eyes are very sharp.I tried my best to straighten my body, not daring to let anyone underestimate me.The price of showing weakness has been verified by too many examples.In this chaotic low-level career, I learned the law of survival of the jungle.Even if it is a legal society, in this place where no one cares, the law of the jungle is the foundation of survival.

I saw him walking towards me, his voice was very cold and indifferent: "You, follow me." In his pair of pure black eyes, there was an irresistible power shining.If you can't resist, then obey.I can't resist the boy, I can only obey him.I said: "OK."

The young man was walking in front, and the afterglow of the setting sun shone on him. That straight and powerful figure was reflected in my eyes, as if it was also reflected in my heart.Following the young man closely, I had an illusion for a moment: Maybe he is my sunshine, bringing me back from the dark quagmire to the world.Really, really want to catch it.

Mom, is this the sunshine you left me?

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