After being ridiculed all over the Internet, I became famous in the entertainment circle

When he was a child, Ling Su thought he was lucky, even if he was abandoned by his parents, but fortunately he had the dean's mother who loved him.

She would give him snacks that other children didn't have, and would gently coax him to sleep. Even if she had a dispute with other children, the dean's mother would stand by her unconditionally and believe his words.

But later, Ling Su realized that others' kindness to you is not necessarily love, it may also be poison wrapped in honey.

That night, he was called to the room by the dean's mother.

He was terrified, because the gentle dean's mother in the past threw a small skirt at him with a straight face.

"This is what girls wear, I don't want to wear it."

Four or five-year-old children already have gender awareness.

Ling Su knew that the skirt given to him by the dean's mother was for girls, and he should not wear it, so he refused the other party's request.

Unexpectedly, the amiable woman in the past turned her face at this moment.

She grabbed his arm, pinching the soft flesh in the armpit with her nails.

"What did you say?"

Ling Su can still remember the face, gloomy eyes, and cold tone of the other party's sudden approach.

The grip on his palm was getting stronger and stronger, as if if he said "no", it would break his arm.

The young Ling Su was still yelling "it hurts", and tears welled up in his eyes.

But in the next second, a slap came over.

"Bitch!"

The dean cursed angrily.

Ling Su watched as his face, which was full of kindness in the past, gradually became ferocious and distorted.

"Slut! It's you, a hypocrite, who just pretends to be a poor bitch and ruins my home all day long!"

He was so frightened that tears rolled down his face.

Putting it on that face that could already see color at such a young age, it looked even more pitiful and very touching.

If ordinary people saw him, they would definitely not have the heart to continue beating him.

But the woman in front of me didn't.

Seeing him cry, the other party will only attack harder.

Beat and scold.

"Why are you crying! Little vixen! Isn't he only seducing men all day long? You shout, call a man to save you! Stinky bitch! Slut!"

That night, Ling Su didn't know how many beatings he had received. He was confused when he heard words that he had never heard before uttered from the mouth of the dean's mother.

Is he the slut, vixen, or stinky bitch in the words of the dean's mother?

That's why the dean's mother hated him so much and beat him like this.

During the day, he carefully hid his wounds.

Occasionally, the teachers of the orphanage would see it, and the dean's mother would tell them that the child was excluded by other children, which may be caused by private conflicts.

Then, she would follow those teachers and pretend to reprimand other children, telling them not to bully Ling Su.

But the more this happened, the more he was squeezed out.

Children who grow up in orphanages are more mature than children of the same age who grow up with their parents.

They know it takes tricks to get good candy and nice clothes.

And Ling Su, who can get the reward they dream of without any effort, is a common enemy in the eyes of these children.

The enemy is to resist together.

They don't care how his injury came about, as long as the other party is not so proud.

Therefore, the children tacitly kept silent.

The teachers of the orphanage searched for many times to no avail, but in the end they had no choice but to give up. They even showed disgust when they saw the wounds on Ling Su's body.

"Don't you have clothes with long sleeves? Why don't you wear them?"

When he was young, he raised his head and saw that he was sweating profusely, wearing short sleeves, and reprimanded his female teacher with dissatisfaction.

It was clearly over 30 degrees outside.

However, his wounds hinder the parents who come to the orphanage to adopt their children.

"I see."

He nodded obediently, then walked to his shelf, took out his long-sleeved jacket and put it on.

Ling Su knew that there was a pair of eyes staring at him not far away.

The more well-behaved he is, the more satisfied the owner of those eyes will be, and the beatings he will receive at night will be reduced appropriately.

"They probably didn't expect that the amiable dean's mother during the day is like a murderous ghost at night." Ling Su said in an extremely flat tone.

As if he stayed out of it.

"Later, the woman was not satisfied with beating me. After all, if she caused too serious a wound, it would attract the attention of outsiders, and the reputation of the orphanage would also be deteriorated."

"So, she began to use various more subtle methods of torture."

"Like pricking my nails with a needle."

"Or put some thumbtacks in my shoes."

"Does it sound like a plot in a TV drama?" Ling Su smiled, like a beautiful and beautiful flower, "It's a pity, it's all true."

"It hurts really bad to stick a needle between my nails. It hurts more than whipping me with a belt. When I eat during the day, I can't even hold my chopsticks. I can only watch the food in the bowl being robbed by others."

"The thumbtack embedded in the flesh is very difficult to pull out. After pulling it out, it will bleed a lot. I am very scared, but I can't do it if I don't pull it out. I read in the book that I will get tetanus."

"So even if I endure the pain, I will pull out the nail."

An Li was silent.

Just listening to the narration is already so painful.

She didn't know how the young Ling Su survived the double pain of violence and exclusion, physical and psychological.

"Fortunately, I'm good at pretending to be good." Ling Su twitched the corners of his lips, "I know that some children in the orphanage are adopted every year, but the director doesn't want me to be taken away, so every time the orphanage comes to adopt When I was with someone, she would either not let me out, or wait for people to see me, and then tell them that I was autistic, had personality problems, and didn’t like to be in contact with others.”

"The children in the orphanage are the best witnesses."

"I've been waiting, waiting for a long time, when I almost gave up, thinking that I was going to rot there for the rest of my life, and I could never escape that woman's clutches, they came."

The expression on Ling Su's face showed a long-lost warmth.

An Li knew that he was talking about Uncle Ma.

"Because they are dumb, other children in the orphanage don't want to go with them. I heard those children call them dumb in private, saying that they won't go home with two dumb people."

"No child is willing to be with them, and that woman is very helpless."

"Later, I saw the opportunity and ran out with my painting."

"They are so stupid. When they saw that painting, they told that woman that they wanted to adopt me."

"Of course that woman is unwilling. She hasn't tortured me enough, and she is even more afraid that I will tell about her child abuse." Ling Su pulled his lips, and a sneer flashed in his eyes, "Then I looked at her and thought Do your best to discredit me."

"It seems like any foul word can be applied to me."

This phenomenon really exists in some orphanages, where even the simplest children can learn to read words and emotions under difficult living conditions.

There are also many recent ideas that condemn young people for not getting married and not having children. Personally, I think that there is no such thing as not wanting to have a child, only not daring to have one. People who think twice and consider various factors before making a decision must be more than instantaneous hormones soaring and have to The person who makes the result, or who has the child in order to accomplish some kind of task, is responsible.

Children are innocent, since you have brought your babies into this world, you must love them well.