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Zhaojiacun is an ordinary village that could not be more different.

Hundreds of families are basically 60 years old, weak, sick, disabled, young and pregnant.

Those who can do some work have gone to the city.

After all, the hard work of farming only costs thousands of dollars a year.

But to work outside.

It's three to four thousand yuan a month casually.

Married couples place their young children next to their elders.

I can only come back during the holidays during the year.

Zhaojia Village is full of left-behind children.

But it is different from all left-behind children.

Zhao Zuo even envied other left-behind children.

Because they at least have grandparents.

As for Zhao Zuo, his parents started working in the city when he was six years old.

Zhao Zuo grew up eating food from hundreds of families.

Zhao Zuo's parents gave this family a few hundred yuan a month and that family a few hundred yuan a month.

Let Zhao Zuo sleep and eat at other people's homes.

I lived like this for two years.

Sometimes the host is at a relative's house, and sometimes it's simply a villager whom I don't know very well.

People in a village always have an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

There's nothing wrong with everyone taking care of each other, so he won't starve to death.

Zhao Zuo is now eight and a half years old.

He learned to observe words and emotions.

I also learned to eat more staple food and less vegetables in other people's homes to save money.

It's not that Zhao Zuo's parents don't love him.

It just seemed like he was being extremely careless.

To say that I care, I care.

After all, the cost of lodging is quite high.

To say you don't care.

They didn't seem to consider that Zhao Zuo lived such a homeless life.

The fragile character and difficult situation formed.

An outsider who always depends on others.

In different strangers' homes.

The pain of living an ignoble existence.

Zhao Zuo originally thought he could ignore it.

He even comforted himself.

I'm a man.

My parents work very hard.

I can't let them worry.

When it makes him more painful.

It was the family where he was staying. It was obvious that he wanted to get together with his family alone for something, so he secretly asked Zhao Zuo to come back later tonight.

Or just don't come back.

Zhao Zuo is thin-skinned.

The fewer things a person has, the more vulnerable he is.

The more vulnerable you are, the more sensitive you are, and the stronger your self-esteem is. This is often the case.

Zhao Zuo would rather sleep in the ruined temple in the village.

I hugged my elementary school uniform and shivered all night.

I don’t want to go back and be looked down upon by others.

Naturally, there are classes among primary school students.

My parents are all around me, and my family situation is pretty good.

Naturally, he has the highest status.

Always clean.

When school was over, young parents came to pick me up. As soon as school was over, I threw myself into their arms.

Extremely happy.

The second-class ones are those whose parents are working in the city.

But there are elderly people at home who protect and protect me.

Although the old man is old.

But kind and gentle.

It also gives the children something to rely on. If you are familiar with someone like Zhao Zuo , you are at the lowest level. Anyone can make a few laughs at anyone's mercy. But Zhao Zuo was not bullied too much. Because he is too cold. A child at such a young age looks very indifferent. And fearless. There was obviously no fight. But he seems to be the type to be ruthless in a fight. Only Zhao Zuo knew in his heart. Since he was very young. A house where I stayed. There is a child about the same age. That kid's birthday was that day. His parents told Zhao Zuo to come back after eating out at night. eat out? This is almost impossible to achieve in the village. Zhao Zuo's parents gave all the money to the host family. Thinking that they can give their children a place to sleep and enough food to eat. The children themselves don’t need the money. Zhao Zuo also mentioned it to his parents. Can you give him some pocket money? But his parents said

"Does such a young child have pocket money?

It’s easy to learn bad things!

If the school needs money for books or something, just call your parents and ask for it."

Zhao Zuo had no way to explain.

He simply never mentioned it again.

That night,

Zhao Zuo was in the ruined temple.

It was raining heavily outside.

He was with the Buddha statue abandoned by the villagers.

The Buddha statue looked as dilapidated as him.

He was hungry that night. He looked at the wilderness at the door.

At first, he was afraid.

Then he suddenly thought about it.

What is there to be afraid of?

The worst is death.

If the bad guys come, I don’t have any money.

He At worst, he will get angry and kill me.

If a wild beast comes , it will be unlucky for him. I am small, and I am so hungry that my bones are not full.

Zhao Zuo leaned on the Buddha statue and imagined the villagers in the house where he stayed.

They Probably bought a birthday cake for the child.

Birthday cake?

He has only eaten it once.

It was when he was four years old.

The timing of his birthday is not good.

It is next to the Spring Festival.

Parents can never come back on the right day.

When they come back, they are gone. To make up for the excitement of the birthday,

Zhao Zuo imagined that the people staying at that home should be sitting around, eating strawberry-flavored birthday cake.

The couple sang happy birthday to their children.

The family was happy. Reunited in harmony and harmony.

It is extremely enviable.

At that moment, Zhao Zuo especially hoped that one day he would suddenly die. He wanted to die and then be reincarnated.

He slept with his hands on his chest, thinking silently in his heart.

"Next time I'm reincarnated, I hope it won't be like this life again."

Since then, Zhao Zuo has become more reticent, distant and indifferent. His classmates are unwilling to be friends with him, let alone offend him.

Even the teacher dare not interact with him more.

He is such a hard-spoken and hard-hearted person. Zhao Zuo.

This time he really couldn't stand it anymore.

Today is the third day that Zhao Zuo has a fever.

School is on holiday these days.

Otherwise, if he had a fever at school, the teacher would take him to the school doctor anyway. Take some antipyretics in the room.

He has been sleeping in the small room of the host family for almost three days. He was half asleep and half awake.

The owner of the house saw that he did not come out to eat, so he went to ask him.

After all, he was a child in his care. If It's always hard to explain when you die in your own home.

Zhao Zuo didn't dare to say that he was sick.

He was afraid that the owner of the house would dislike him and drive him away.

His parents must not have found the next place to stay.

He didn't want to give it to them To cause trouble.

So he said he was doing homework in his room.

The owner kindly left some food at his door for each meal.

The room he lived in was next to the livestock.

It smelled very bad.

He felt now. His two feet were cold..

My back is also cold.

My head is very hot.

My brain feels like it’s burning up.

Every piece of flesh in my body hurts.

It’s almost impossible to live.

If Zhao Zuo is older and thick-skinned, go I asked an adult for some fever-reducing medicine, but he didn’t have any.

Many people are like him.

They are used to lacking love.

They don’t know how to ask for help.

And those who have been loved since childhood are used to being loved and used to asking for help.

Life seems to be getting worse. The walking was getting smoother.

It had been three days.

Zhao Zuo ate some cat food and forced himself to get up.

He suddenly realized that he didn't have the courage to die yet. He was so hungry that he couldn't bear it.

He took a bite of the cold pancake.

He fainted from the pain..

Woke up again.

Still alive.

He supported himself and walked under the sun. He couldn't die in someone else's home.

He wanted to walk around.

He couldn't walk anymore.

So he found a grain drying field and fell down.

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