Chapter 1

As soon as he walked to the door with the picture clip on his back, Xiao Ran smelled the strong and pungent smell of wine. The man who had adopted him for 11 years somehow left his wife after he was married for less than two years. Soon the man named Xiao Zheng brought him back from his original home, and from then on Xiao Ran became his adopted son. When I left, I was only four years old. My memory of that family was blurred, not to mention my biological parents, but occasionally there were two figures in my mind that I could never see clearly. I neither wanted them nor hated them. Maybe I'm indifferent by nature.

"Dad, I'm back." Several empty wine bottles on the table were tilted down, and he was drunk again. Why did you come back so late?" There was displeasure in his tone. Xiao Ran was shocked and raised his eyes to see the congested eyes.

"I went to the studio today, so I'm a little late." Then let you draw enough!" Suddenly, Xiao Ran was shocked by the violent shouting. Before he could react, he was kicked in the abdomen. As long as he was in a bad mood, he would be beaten. Oh, it's nothing if you've got used to it. His fists fell like rain. Xiao Ran could only protect his head desperately, hide in the corner of the wall, and try not to hurt his face. He didn't want anyone to see the tired purple and green bruises, let alone let anyone know his treatment at home. Isn't it ridiculous that he is always obsessed with this inexplicable arrogance? My body gradually hurts, and I can only grit my teeth fiercely. I have never cried because of it, and I won't cry today either!

I don't remember when I was beaten for the first time, but I felt very panicked all of a sudden. I saw my fierce father chasing and beating him like a madman. At that time, I was scared and felt that this person was particularly strange, and it was futile to avoid. In the end, he just stared at the drunken man. When do you start, you don't know what crying is? Once the things you face become frequent, you won't feel strange. Just think about what attitude to treat.

Finally, the drunkard let go of him, kicked the empty wine bottle that had just rolled to his feet, and walked straight into the bedroom. Xiao Ran stood up slowly against the wall and accidentally touched the wound. "Sm~" was really painful.

After taking a shower, he fell into **. The faint moonlight was scattered through the window. The looming stars in the dark blue sky made Xiao Ran feel a little comfortable. He just wanted to stay quietly and listen to the night worm's cry in the open space. I want to pick up the brush and draw again. I like those gorgeous, bright and dark colors. A person indulges in it and enjoys tranquility. Sometimes it's even good to melt into a touch of color like this. I don't remember when I began to like it. It was an inadvertent glance when I passed by the studio of the school. When I first marveled at the beautiful scenery presented on the paper, Xiao Ran was shocked, and from then on, there was another figure in the studio.

Only this moment is the most relaxing, without facing those disgusting words and faces. But when I think about the future, I am faintly afraid. Suddenly, Yang Xiaoheng's face came to his mind, smiling freely, and his eyes were full of mockery and lingering. Xiao Ran's heart was tight. Two years ago, Xiao Ran followed his adoptive father to another city and transferred to this school. He was silent and rarely had contact with others. Perhaps it seemed a little abrupt. The bullies in the school stared at him. He was often insulted by his words, found fault with him from time to time, and often threw sand in his lunch box, which embarrassed him in front of his classmates. The initial resistance seemed pale and weak, at most in exchange for the fists and kicks of the group of shouters. So I can only endure... I don't know what means they will use to greet him tomorrow.

I am no longer in this place. Maybe I can escape from this shackles that seem to hold him tightly forever. What if he disappears one day? Humph, this seems unlikely. Xiao Ran laughed at himself. Quietly looking at the quiet night outside the window, the crow appeared in the field of vision again. Recently, you can see the dark thing from time to time, which adds another wisp of strangeness to the dark night. Go to bed early.

Out of the window, a crow on the branch poked its head. His sharp mouth flashed with a faint light, and a pair of black eyes exuded a suffocating smell. He stood quietly like this and didn't know when.