I surrender my foe with a kiss

The starting point of memory is an extremely long summer.That summer was so hot, it seemed that even the sky was blazing white.He was so sunburned that he couldn't sleep, he got up from the bed, and went to the small shop at the foot of the mountain to buy popsicles with [-] cents.He walked carefully, because there was a hole in the shoe, and he would step on sharp stones if he was not careful, and the soles of his feet hurt like being pricked.

He bought popsicles, and he was so dazed by the sun that he couldn't bear to eat them. He just kept licking the water droplets on the outside of the popsicle packaging to satisfy his greed.Popsicles are so sweet, he thought, even the water drops on the outside are so delicious.He wants to go back quickly and bring such a delicious popsicle to that person.

Hmm... Strange, who is that person?He scratched his little head, but couldn't remember what that person looked like.He only knew that if he had the last penny left, he would leave it to that person to spend.If there is the last bite of food left, it must be left for that person to eat.

He walked along the mountain road and walked, panting.Every time the soles of the feet, which were worn out by the stone, trembled with pain.But home is still far, far away, he thought amidst the noisy chirping of cicadas.He wanted to see that person sooner, but there was still such a long way, so long that he wanted to cry a little.

The popsicle in my hand started to melt, and all the melted water ran down one corner of the bag.He couldn't walk anymore, so he lay down on a big rock and gasped for breath.Or... drink the melted water, he thought, the man doesn't like to drink melted water anyway.Drink your own water and leave all the popsicles for that person.

Thinking of this, he happily took a small bite on the corner of the bag, and opened his mouth wide to catch the sweet water flowing out.The water was cool and sweet, so good that his little feet dangled.

After a while, he finished drinking the water, and he made the small mouth a little bigger, sucking the sweet juice in the gap with all his strength.Soon, the sweet juice was also sucked, and his lips touched a small wooden stick. He took out the small wooden stick with his greasy little hands, and opened his mouth to chew on the big green popsicle.

So delicious, so delicious... so delicious that he burped.After eating the green one, he took out another red one.Not long after, the red one was also eaten, and he laughed happily, and went to touch the third one.

Suddenly, he remembered something, and his little hand became motionless as if it had been scalded by fire.He tore the mouth open and stretched out his fingers to count the number of popsicles inside.One, two, three, four... He blinked in disbelief and counted again.

Well, still four.

He grinned and cried "Wow".

There was a cloud of shadows in front of his eyes, and he cried until his nose ran down his face, and he raised his head to look while twitching.

The man was as thin and small as a stick, and his face was completely blurred.The man asked him, "Why are you crying?"

"I ate the popsicle," he said.

The man said: "You bought it, why can't you eat it?"

He said, "I'm going to take it home and leave it for him to eat."

The man asked, "Who is he?"

He bit his finger and thought for a while, then said, "I don't know..."

The man grabbed him and said, "Come down the mountain with me, and I'll buy you another bag."

He glanced at the man timidly, tilting his head in thought.

The man said: "Don't you want to feed 'him'?"

"Think," he said.

"Then you come with me." The man tugged at him forcefully.

He staggered and followed the man for two steps. The man pulled him very roughly and didn't choose a good path for him at all, causing him to be pinned down by the pebble again and trembling with pain.He suddenly remembered something and stopped abruptly.

"What's wrong?" the man said angrily.

He said: "I'm afraid that he will be in a hurry, so I want to take the remaining popsicles back to him first."

The man said: "I bought it for you, and it's the same for you to give it to him."

He shook his head and said, "I have to go back quickly, or he won't see me and will cry." As he said this, he wanted to break free from the man's hand and walk up the mountain.

But at this moment, the man yanked and lifted him onto his shoulders.During the struggle, the remaining half pack of popsicles fell on the stone.He watched helplessly as all the melted sweet water flowed out, got into the crevices of the rocks, and disappeared.

As soon as his nose was sore, tears fell down.He cried loudly at the top of his voice: "Wow, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The man blocked his mouth roughly with something, with such force that he almost wriggled the thing into his windpipe.He couldn't cry, he could only whimper muffledly.

The man almost galloped while carrying him, and the scene in front of him kept changing.In the blink of an eye, he was thrown heavily into a dark place.With a bang, he lost his sight completely.

Humming—the sound of the wheels sounded, and he was jolted back and forth until his ass hurt.He curled up in a corner, his tears dried up, his strength was exhausted, and he slowly fell asleep with sobs.

When he wakes up, the man will give him something to eat.He didn't eat it, and said he would go back to buy popsicles for "him". If he hadn't gone back for so long, "he" must be crying.The man ignored him and threw the hardened steamed bun at his feet.He was so hungry that he couldn't bear it, so he would use his fingernails to pick some of the soft meat inside to eat.When I was full, I continued to cry when I had strength.The man would then gag his mouth again, so that he could not breathe, and fell into a coma.

After such an unknown time, when he woke up again, he found himself in a dark and damp house, the cement on the wall was cracked, and there was smelly stagnant water in the corner.The children were crying at the top of their throats, the adults were speaking loudly that he could not understand, the surrounding noises almost broke his ears, and the smell of smoke, sweat, blood, and feet stinks all over the room. It made him cough and wheeze.

When it's time to eat, a group of children who are so dirty that they can't be seen will rush to grab it.Some children have broken legs, so they will paw the ground with their hands, drag their legs and rub on the ground a little bit, and also pick up some leftover residue to eat.

He didn't understand what was there to grab for things that were so hard that they were so hard that they couldn't be bitten by flies.He looked at the sallow and emaciated children who gnawed on the rotten steamed buns until their cheeks bulged and drooled.I shrank myself in a corner and hugged tightly.

At night, he was so hungry that his stomach ached, and he was covered with a moldy quilt, looking at the round moon outside through the small window above his head, and he cried twitching.

He misses him.

He hasn't bought back the popsicles he asked for. After such a long time, he must be losing his temper.

Later, he didn't dare to cry anymore. Whenever he cried, someone would whip him with a shoe board, until his skin was ripped apart, and he would run around the room screaming.

He was half-starved to death, twitched in pain so much that he hugged his body, he finally learned to be good.

When it was time to eat again, he rushed to grab it.

After grabbing it, he ate the "soup" with a few rotten vegetable leaves floating in it, and stuffed it into his stomach even if he couldn't eat it, "vomit—" After an unknown amount of time, a sallow and thin old woman took him out to beg .She smeared him with a bunch of things that smelled so disgusting, and soaked his clothes in the dirty water that was said to be urine in the corner.When he sat in the dark bedding on the street, a group of flies circled him, trying to drive them away.

He numbly shook the tattered bowl in front of him, making chaotic noises when the steel coins hit, waiting for people to give him money.

Once, he saw an adult pulling a well-dressed little girl. The little girl was licking a popsicle, sucking while licking.Looking at the popsicle, he was fascinated, and his body couldn't help but followed the little girl.He wants to know where to buy that popsicle.He had never seen such a fancy popsicle.If you buy it back and give it to "him", "he" will definitely stop crying.

It was this disobedient running around that brought him disaster.

The sallow and thin old woman suddenly stood up hunchbacked like an eagle, her hands were as powerful as big claws, she grabbed him while no one was paying attention and ran back.Throw him in a basement that's so dark you can't see anything.

No one opened the door for him, and no one brought him food and water. He cried out in fright in that smelly basement where rats were crawling around.Cried all day and night.Cry until my throat hurts and I can't make a sound.Weeping exhausted, the door finally opened.

The one who came in was a man with a short cut. He usually doesn't talk much, and he hasn't seen anyone hit before. He is the least "vicious" of all the adults.He was less frightened and summoned up the courage to say, "I didn't want to run away."

The man gave a low "um" and walked down the steps step by step. The sound of footsteps echoed in the empty room.

"I just want to buy a popsicle and give it to him when I go back."

The man gave another "hmm", pulled a stool, lifted his small body, pressed his back, and pressed him face down on the stool.

He was so overwhelmed that he opened and closed his small fish-like mouth, and it took a lot of effort to say a complete sentence: "You tell them, let me out. I promise to be obedient in the future, If you ask for a lot of money on the street, I will give it to you as a filial piety."

The man gave another "hmm" and pinched his right calf with his big hand.

He didn't know what to say, and instinctively felt that he was not good enough, so he called out in a low voice: "Uncle."

The man gave a final "hmm", and made a sudden force with his big hand, and there was a crisp sound in the silent night, "click" - his calf was bent forward at the knee by nearly ninety degrees.

In the darkness, his eyes widened and he opened his mouth, unable to make a sound.

His chest moved, his body tilted, and he fell off the stool to the ground.

The calf of the right leg was padded under the body, with some undetectable spasms, drooping at a strange angle...

"!" Xu Cong sat up suddenly from the bed, panting heavily.

The sky outside was pitch black, without a single star. He wiped the cold sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, and subconsciously squeezed his right calf.

Trembling slightly, the fine-grained pain still tormented him after so many years.

He picked up the cup on the bed and took a sip of water to calm himself down a bit.Then, he opened the bedside table and carefully took out a photo from a small box.

The photo shows a thin, sad-looking man wearing a top hat, sitting in a coffee shop waiting for a cup of coffee.There was an extraordinary depth in the gaze, which was incompatible with his young face.

This is a sneak shot.

Xu Cong stroked the face of the person in the photo with his trembling fingers, and with a click, the photo was wet.Xu Cong subconsciously wiped it away with his hand, and belatedly realized that it was his tears.

If everything can be done all over again, he is willing to give his life to him.

He would rather die when he was four years old.That way, at least, he can grow up like a normal kid.

He dried the photo and carefully put it back in the little box.Then, he took out his mobile phone, which showed a balance of 3271.5 yuan.He remitted 3000 yuan to him and left 271.5 yuan for himself.

There are a lot of poor students in Huazhong. Since he was awarded the title of God of Learning, he has slowly saved a little money by giving extra lessons to other students.

Except for the treatment of Dad's fall injury, all the rest of the money was sent to him.

Xu Cong still remembers the first time he met his adoptive parents.

At that time, adoptive parents came to buy children on the secret black market.As soon as they heard that someone wanted to buy them, a group of children rushed forward, jumping up and down and calling "Mom".As for whether the buyer is fierce or not, it doesn't matter whether he has money or not.Because all children know that as long as they are bought, they will have "parents", and they will no longer be dirty little beggars.

He was the only one sitting on the small stool, carefully protecting his useless leg, for fear of being seen by others.

It's not that he doesn't want to go forward, but that he gets beaten every time he goes up. The "uncles and aunts" have said that he is now a small waste and cannot be sold, so he is more suitable for begging.If he dares to join in the fun again in the future, his other leg will be broken as well.

He lowered his head in disappointment. Originally, he was thinking that if he could be bought, he could let the person who bought him buy popsicles for "him".

Just when he was leaning on two sticks and hopping with his left leg and wanted to leave, the woman suddenly called out: "Ah, what's the matter with that child?"

"Uncle" said, "Oh, that's how you were born."

Men are picking those healthy children, but women's eyes are always on him.

In the end, the price was negotiated, and the healthy child happily prepared to leave. Suddenly, the woman's eyes turned red and tears fell.

In this way, because of a sympathy from his adoptive mother, his fate changed completely.

Although the adoptive parents are just the poorest migrant workers, they are all kind people, and they really raised him as their own son, thinking about him in everything.

When he first arrived at his adoptive parents' house, he clamored all day to buy popsicles, but he couldn't tell who to buy them for, so his adoptive parents thought he wanted to eat them himself.So every day after work, I paid for a pack of popsicles for him, and in the end he ate them so hard that his stomach hurt.The adoptive parents dared not buy him any more.

The adoptive parents always thought that he had no memory before being bought and sold.But he still has a little bit of it. He vaguely remembers the process of being abducted and trafficked, his original home was deep in the mountains, and there was a blurry figure who was the most important in his life, even in his dreams.

But he couldn't remember what the man looked like.

Other things, as for who his biological parents were, where his family was, and what his original name was, he had no memory at all.

He didn't dare to think deeply, that memory was like a thorn rooted in his life, he could only circumvent it cautiously, once he touched it, he would definitely be dripping with blood.

For so many years, the kindness of nurturing has been as deep as the sea, and his adoptive parents have spent all their savings in order to heal his legs.And if they choose a healthy child, they can now go back to their hometown and build a house.Therefore, he has no way to push them from the position of "biological parents" to "adoptive parents".It also means that there is no way for him to recognize Xiao Ci.

Although, in the past 12 years, he has been eager to reunite with the person deep in his memory all the time.

He is like a balance, on the other end of the balance is his favorite brother.On the other end of the scale, it is his adoptive parents and the responsibility he must bear.He owed too much to both parties, and he couldn't even fill in his whole life.How much he wants to give them everything, but he only has one life, he can only choose to make up for one side, and cruelly bring more serious harm to the other side.

And the other party can only be the younger brother who makes him want to cut out the flesh from the tip of his heart.

Because his adoptive parents can only rely on him now and in their old age...

Xu Cong didn't sleep all night, so he stayed until dawn.Get up from the bed, tidy up, and put on your schoolbag to go to school despite the sleepiness.

Downstairs, stood a tall boy.

A thin layer of morning mist condensed on the tips of the hair, like a sculpture, standing there for an unknown how long.

"Are you Xu Cong?" Seeing him coming down, Jiang Chao's eyes moved, and he finally came back to life.

"Huh?" Xu Cong was a little surprised. He knew this boy. Almost all the girls in his class had a set of the "birth pictures" of this boy playing basketball. In the campus forums, there were even references to this boy and the most popular entertainment niche today. Hot post of Battle face value.He just didn't expect that Young Master Jiang has always been the most beautiful, but now his eyes are bloodshot and he is so depressed?

"Come here," Jiang Chao pinched his shoulder with such strength that it hurt him, "I need your help."

Years of experience have made Xu Cong develop a withdrawn character who never trusts others.Xu Cong pushed him away calmly, "What kind of tutor do you want to find? There is no need to find me a freshman in high school, right?"

"No." Jiang Chao became a little anxious, his eyes became more and more red, as if bleeding would be dripping in the next second, "Do you know Xiao Ci?"

Xu Cong paused: "...I don't know."

However, Jiang Chao acted as if he didn't hear him, and still dragged him to talk to himself: "He needs you now, come and see him with me."

As he spoke, he dragged Xu Cong into the car.

The painful memories of childhood made Xu Cong have a huge shadow on cars and being forced by others.He struggled recklessly, "Go away, go away, I told you that I don't recognize you...I don't know you well, go away!"

He hit Jiang Chao's arm hard, Jiang Chao suffered pain, and finally let go of him, watching him limping farther and farther.

"He's sick," Jiang Chao's Adam's apple rolled up and down, a drop of cold sweat dripped down, and he finally shouted at the back, "Only direct blood relatives can save his life."

That figure froze, and Jiang Chao's voice softened, "I beg you, if you are really his relative, save him, okay?"

"The doctor said that he only has one month to live..."