Qianfan

He has a sweet mouth, and what he says doesn't make you feel that he is playing tricks.He does what he likes. Grandma likes to watch a program at six o'clock in the evening, open the door to talk about family disputes, and then send caring people to mediate.In the past, grandma followed Qian Fan and talked about who and what was wrong with him a few times, but Qian Fan just said "other people's affairs have nothing to do with me", and Yu Xiaoyu was different. His opinion echoed that of grandma.

After two or three days of getting along, grandma felt that Yu Xiaoyu was a good boy, he was pitiful, why did she drive him away?

Qian Fan brought the rice to Yu Xiaoyu, added a bowl of bone soup, and boiled the soup until it was thick and whitish, and grandma skimmed off the oil slick on top.Qian Fan said: "You are so beautiful! How did you take down my grandma?"

Yu Xiaoyu hopped up and down on one foot, he washed his face clean, without the heavy makeup, his face was still delicate.The eyes are big and watery, looking clean and innocent.He said: "This is called fate, do you understand fate?"

"Eat yours quickly, get out of here!"

Who knew that Yu Xiaoyu took out a shriveled wallet from his pocket, and carefully pulled out the only card: "I'll tell you the password, you go and get it, take [-] to buy medicine for grandma."

"What are you looking at me for? Am I that kind of heartless person? I gave it to grandma." Yu Xiaoyu had already lowered his head to drink the soup.

Qian Fan looked at him wearing the old clothes he washed a few years ago, the clothes were baggy, and he looked thin but trying to pretend to be tough, so he took the card and left.

Grandma has no major problems, except for high blood pressure and diabetes, and she has to take medicine every day.A bottle of tens of dollars is not expensive at all in the eyes of some people, but for Qian Fan who has not yet paid off his debts, it is equivalent to several thousand dollars.

Qian Fan was just seven years old when grandma picked him up. He was a little mute, a street child through and through, living a life of fighting for food with stray dogs.

Qian Fan walked to countless places, and happened to reach the village where his grandma lived.In his unformed cognition, he thought that the more prosperous the place, the more dangerous he was, so he tried to choose remote places to hide.

He knew that he couldn't eat food given by others, because he had never met a kind person before wandering.As long as he can remember, he has lived in a relatively well-off family.His parents—it wasn't his parents, they bought him—they didn't treat him well.

Sneering is commonplace, and sticking sticks is a side dish.Sometimes when he thinks back, he feels that he is that snail girl or Cinderella, enduring a life he shouldn't have, and displaying so-called virtuousness that doesn't match his age.

The couple who bought him were not very educated people, they just had some small savings at home.The first year with Qianfan was not bad, but after all, he was not his child, so he couldn't get close no matter what.In addition, Qian Fan didn't like to talk when he was a child, and he was very stuffy.He heard his mother say more than once: "Shouldn't you buy a fool and come back?"

The originally simple and honest father couldn't get close to him anymore, because the rich mother-in-law regarded Qian Fan as a prick in the eye, so he also followed the mother-in-law who held the financial power to treat Qian Fan coldly.

Qianfan sometimes thinks, where are my own parents?Did they abandon me and sell me?

In the second year, the woman who was diagnosed with infertility by the quack doctor in the village suddenly became happy with her precious son. This was a terrible situation. Qian Fan's status, which had been scorned all over him, was lost, and he suddenly became a thorn in the side of everyone who could be bullied.

He thought about running away more than once, when he squatted by the well in winter washing his clothes alone, when he was locked in the pigsty by the children, when his old wounds had not healed and new wounds were attached.

Whenever he thinks of running away, he worries: Where will I eat and live?What if someone sells me again?It's hard for him to think of all the dangers outside at such a young age.

But that bit of deliberation collapsed one winter night.During the day, his clothes that had been drying quickly were pushed to the ground by the young master again, and they were all dirty.He picked them up one by one, with tears in his eyes, warm and warm. He didn't want to cry as soon as he was bullied, but because this was the second time today.He bent down to pick up his clothes, as if his whole body was warmed by tears.He thought, I don't want to cry, I don't want to be laughed at.

So he stared at the dancing young master, seeing his lame complacency, seeing how he was trying to annoy him.

"Hey, little beggar!" The young master didn't know much, but he scolded those three words in a straight-forward manner. He put his legs on his hips and stared, "You wrinkled my mother's clothes, I'll tell my mother to go!"

Qianfan was ignoring him desperately, he was grabbing a piece of clothing, and didn't notice the movement of his hands being twisted.

"Mom! The beggar..."

Qian Fan straightened his clothes and took a step forward: "Don't shout! I didn't!"

The fat young master turned around to run, but his chassis was unstable, and he fell like a dog.

The woman who came over heard the sound and beat him up from the inside out, and left the scene as "tired from beating".

At night, he was punished to stand in the yard and not allowed to enter the house to sleep.The winter night is too cold, the cold moon and cold stars are as indifferent as the people here.The boundless darkness seemed to be able to swallow everything, but it couldn't swallow his little sadness, and couldn't accommodate a little him.

Qianfan thought, will I die here?

I don't want to die here, I don't want to die, I want to find my own parents and ask them why they sold me.And my brother, I haven't found him yet, he treats me well, he is the only one who treats me well in the whole world.Sadness spread inch by inch, and his young heart, which had not yet strengthened, was first occupied by a feeling of "unwillingness".No one can calmly accept the fact that he was sold by his biological parents.

He thought, why are they selling me?What about my brother, will he be sold too?No, I want to find them and ask them why they gave birth to me.He looked at the window, their lights were off, they should be asleep.

Qianfan's thin chest heaved violently, and he ran back to the house he lived in—actually, it was the same house where the firewood was kept, and it was accompanied by animals such as mice or spiders all year round.He took out all his belongings: two thick clothes, a pair of oversized sneakers that the neighbor's aunt bought her son, and a piece of chocolate, which was given by a relative of the family. When adults visit relatives, they secretly bring food for Qian Fan.The boy said to him, "When you grow up and become powerful, you will be free."

Thinking of him, Qianfan immediately overturned the previous conclusion that "he never met a kind person before wandering", he thought, there is at least one person who treats him well.

When he remembered that he would never see that big brother again, tears rolled down his face.For the first time, I understood what kind of emotion "parting" is from a stranger, everything is so passive.His face and nose were red from the cold, and when he cried, the tears flowed over the thin and numerous frostbite, which made him gasp in pain.

He didn't think about it any more, wrapped up the few poor things, and left!

Only the barking of the dogs in the village sent him away from the village where he had lived for several years.

After that, he met the grandmother who picked him up.

Grandma said: "You don't speak, I thought you picked up a mute."

When she picked up Qian Fan, Qian Fan had already stayed in the village for a few days. That day, his hands and feet were numb, his vision was blurred, and his wolf temper turned into a hellokitty, completely without the vigilance and aggressiveness of the past.Even so, grandma took the boss to get him to the hospital.

All the way, he could only whine and wow, and he didn't hear a word from him for a few days in the hospital.

Qian Fan was eight years old that year, he felt sore when he saw his grandma sighing.He said, "I thought you were the bad guy who wanted to betray me, so I dare not speak."

Grandma hugged him and cried, saying it was too pitiful, child, you should live with the old woman in the future.

Qian Fan had just been discharged from the hospital, lying in the warm quilt, being hugged by his grandmother, who patted his skinny back repeatedly.Qian Fan said hesitantly in the old man's arms, "Grandma."

The sudden security made him not believe that all the suffering was over.

When he wakes up, he has hot food to eat, clean and warm clothes to wear, and no one beats or scolds him.

Qianfan thought, this is not a dream, everything is really over.

Grandma has no income herself, and her son went to dig coal with the engineering team. The depth of the ground where the body was buried is unknown, and only 2 yuan was stuffed.

How can human life be so cheap?How can human life be bought with money?Grandma cried so much that her eyes were almost blind, and her body collapsed from crying. She wanted to die, so she met Qian Fan.

The elderly believe in fate and good luck, she thought, God asked this child to accompany her.