I remember that I had just learned to speak and played with my neighbor's children in the KTV box. The mother who drove that KTV asked me to call her dad.

It seemed like it was his birthday party. There were lights and scattered beer bottles there. Everyone seemed to be very happy, and the smoke made him unable to open his eyes.

The wine was finished. There was no call bell at that time. Dad's friend wanted to walk out of the box and ask the waiter to get the wine. Dad said no, so he picked up the empty wine bottle and smashed it on the door.

He was scared to tears. The waiter heard the sound coming in to clean up the garbage, and everyone was laughing. Dad asked the waiter to get the wine.

The laughter and the song continues.

He fell asleep in his mother's arms.

When he woke up, he found that his toy was broken. The children and neighbors at the neighbors disappeared. He really liked the little robot, and now it had a broken foot. He felt very sad and started crying.

He looked for his mother, and his mother was drunk, so he asked him to look for his father. So he looked for his father, who was still singing. He surrounded his father's hand holding the microphone and was about to hang it on it. The crying spread throughout the box along the microphone. His father pushed him away several times, as if no one in the world wanted to pay attention to him, and he cried louder and louder until he suddenly flew up.

Rolling in the air, falling to the ground, the glass residue knocked into his skin, and he was so painful that he couldn't speak. He was tinnitus. He looked up and saw his father walking in the twisted and colorful light, lifted himself up, and slapped himself in the face.

He couldn't remember how many times it was. He heard the irritable shouts and asked him to kneel down, so he knelt down. His father slapped him again and asked him if he knew he was wrong. He cried and said he knew he was wrong. But he didn't know why he was wrong, he was just afraid.

He was slapped again. Dad shouted not to cry. He said he would not cry anymore and could not stop sobbing, so he was beaten again. He was so scared that he looked around and saw so many colorful lights, and he couldn't see a face looking at him.

This is Li Weiyin's earliest memory of childhood.

After that, he gradually grew up. He began to know that the person he called his father was not his biological father.

Later, his father's temper became more and more irritable day by day. He slept at home during the day and got up at night. He had to drink a lot of alcohol during the meal, and after drinking, he started scolding his mother. His mother was scared and cried many times, and he was also very scared.

Until one day later, the gold chain on Hou's father's neck disappeared. A few months later, his family moved from a 100-square-meter house to a small bungalow on the edge of the county town, so he never saw the neighbor's child again.

He dropped out of preschool class but did not continue to go to elementary school because he did not catch up with the proper time. He lived at home for half a year.

In that half a year, more than once when he got up at night, he heard his mother's heart-wrenching cry in the next room. He once quietly opened the crack in the door and saw his stepfather riding naked on his mother, holding a belt in his hand.

My mother's body has more and more scars and fewer words.

He also said less and less.

After going to school, because of the untalking personality that he had formed after a day, his classmates unknowingly alienated him. Some people started calling him mute, so everyone started to laugh and call him mute. No one liked him, and he gradually adapted.

Since the second grade of elementary school, my mother was no longer at home at night. Her stepfather no longer beats her. But her mother's condition has not improved. She can only see her mother cooking in the kitchen when she comes home from school. Occasionally, when her stepfather is not at home, she will squat down and hug herself and cry. After dinner, she will remind herself to go to bed early. Her stepfather opens the door and sends her out with a smile.

The stepfather doesn't have to work. He often sees the stepfather sitting at the table with a smile counting the money.

My mother dressed more beautifully every day, and her expression became sadder day by day.

When I was in the third grade of elementary school, every student had his own mobile phone. Whenever I got off school, they would get together to play games on their mobile phones.

The stepfather didn't care when he got out of school, so he always deliberately packed his schoolbag slowly, watched his classmates playing games in the distance, and listened to them laughing so hard that they could fall back and forth. He felt that it might be a good thing if he could make friends.

One Sunday, my mother didn't sleep at home during the day. She took herself out shopping. When she passed by the electrical appliance store, he stopped and stared blankly at the new mobile phone in the glass cabinet for a long time.

My mother couldn't pull him, turned her head, looked at the glass cabinet, and looked at him again. She squatted down and buried her head in his chest.

When he got up again, he followed his mother.

The next day when I got home after school, I got home and there was a cell phone on the table. It was not the latest model, but it was also a smartphone. My mother walked out of the kitchen and put the phone in her pocket.

"Don't tell dad," she said.

Li Weiyin looked at her. For some reason, her mother's hair was very messy and her face was very haggard that day.

That day was his eighth birthday. From that day on, he decided to hide all his emotions from now on. He no longer shared his joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness with anyone.

He already understood a lot of things. He also tried to do a lot of things. His grades have always been very good, so he applied for funding for poor students behind his family back. All the money he got was hidden under the bed. He felt that sooner or later he would be able to use it.

He is very smart and can learn everything he can easily. The teachers in the school like him very much, but he never talks to the teachers. The students in the same class always find all kinds of mobile games and gather together to play after school.

He also downloaded those games. No matter what type of games it was, he could play to the level of perfection in a short time. But he never took the initiative to find those classmates to play games together. He never even took out his phone in front of others.

He met a netizen online. The netizen played a very bad game. After he accidentally brought it to him, he took the initiative to throw his friend into an application. He unconsciously accepted it. From then on, every time he met that person online, the netizen would always throw him into teams to apply.

I don't know why. He always subconsciously accepted it. Although the person played the game very badly, this may be his only friend.

The ordinary days didn't last long. Since the third grade of elementary school, there were always many strange guests at home. They sat in the living room and chatted with their stepfather, looking like the same bunch of unemployed vagrants.

There were many more pots and pots and white powder on the table.

The family is starting to lose money.

The stepfather began to become more and more irritable.

He often quarrels with his mother and beats her. Every day after dinner, his mother still carries scars and cries and picks up her bag and quilts to be driven out of the door. When he wakes up and washes, he often hears the sound of a woman gasping in the next room. It is not the sound of her mother.

He counted the money he saved under his bed. Although he didn't eat brunch every day and saved food expenses, he still rarely followed the school's funding expenses.

He began to find ways to earn more money. He thought that maybe he could get a special tuition fee when his grades were better. So he began to devote his energy to studying. First, he found various free academic competitions online, whether it was Mathematical Olympiad, English, or composition, and then read various books according to the competition requirements. His grades soared in the school and became more and more famous, until everyone knew that there was a rare genius student in that low-ranking rural school, and he had less and less time.

A few months later, he accidentally remembered the mobile game he had played. When he opened the game again, he saw the familiar figure of his friend list and the team application as usual.

He pursed his lips and clicked to accept.

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: Wow, great god, why haven’t you been online for so long?

Li Weiyin was silent for a while and typed out a few words.

User 24568535485: I probably won’t go online in the future.

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: Uh...Why?

User 24568535485: Learn

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: Wow! So you are still studying? I always thought you were an adult...

Bingjing Mengdie: Master, are you already in the third year of high school? You are busy with your studies?

User 24568535485: No

Lee Weiyin paused and continued to knock.

User 24568535485: It is to make money

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: Uh... Can you make money by studying?

User 24568535485: If you have good grades, you don’t have to pay tuition fees

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: Are you very poor?

User 24568535485: Is that true

The Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly suddenly stopped sounding. After a while, another message sound came from the phone.

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: God, how old are you this year?

Li Weiyin was stunned for a moment and smiled frustrated again.

User 24568535485: 9 and a half years old

He also understands the personalities of these people on the Internet. The reason why he confesses his current age is because he knows very well that as long as the other party knows that he is a child, the other party will probably not have much interest in him. He plans to take the initiative to cut off the relationship.

Sure enough, the other side was silent for a long time before sending a string of ellipsis.

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: No?

User 24568535485: It's true

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: That's too exaggerated! The little kids who are so younger than me are even more powerful in playing games...

Li Weiyin smiled. This netizen named Bingjing Mengdie was just a chatterbox when playing games. This is more or less why he was willing to take this person to play games. At least he would not feel lonely during the game.

He let out a light breath.

User 24568535485: I'm going to get out

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: So fast?

User 24568535485: Yes

Bingjing Mengdie: Let’s play with me again?

Li Weiyin was stunned for a moment, hesitated for a while, and still knocked down "Okay".

After playing the last game, when he decided to take offline and uninstall the game, the friend message window popped up again.

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: Great Master, add a QQ. If you don’t play games, you won’t play them anymore. At least we have known each other for so long! My QQ is 328154...

User 24568535485: I don’t have qq.

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: Then! You! Download!

User 24568535485:...

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: What are you doing?

User 24568535485: Don't want to go

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: It's down

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: It's down

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: It's down

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: Let's go

Ice Crystal Dream Butterfly: Go down, go down, go down, go down, go down...
To be continued...