The sickly little one was adopted by a wealthy foreigner and became a favorite.

In the short span of his life of about ten years, there were many things he did not understand.

But what puzzled him most was why his mother and father only liked his younger brother and not him.

It was late at night, and he was curled up alone on the wooden bed in his single room, his eyes fixed on the phone screen in front of him, stinging with pain.

That's a popular blogger, a mother who films the daily life of her family of three.

They would randomly set a spending limit and buy gifts for each other's family members, but in the end, all three of them would use the excess amount to buy the gifts they wanted for the family members they missed.

They would also record the hard work their son did behind the scenes during each competition. The mother would always feel heartbroken and shed tears, hoping that he would not get hurt again. But after her son stood on the stage and shone, she felt nothing but reluctance and pride.

That healthy, fair-skinned, handsome young man, dressed in designer brands and well-cared for by his parents, was refined and dignified, and would say to the camera:

"Love you, Mom. See you tomorrow."

Their happiness was so beautiful, so dazzling, that it seemed that even a single glance from Wutu would burn her with such warm emotions.

He was like a despicable rat, peering through the screen at other people's happiness.

If only that family had nothing to do with him...

But she's his mother too.

She is also the mother who gave birth to him and raised him.

Because Wutu was introverted and didn't like to talk since he was a child, and because his mother gave birth to his younger brother and the family couldn't take care of him for a while, he was sent to the countryside to be raised by his maternal grandmother. So now, he doesn't seem like his mother's child anymore.

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My maternal grandmother had little education and held the ignorant views of the previous generation. She believed that as long as the child was alive, that was enough. My mother sent very little money for living expenses, and often forgot to send any. So, little Wutu had to do farm work from a young age, walk to school by himself before dawn, and always ate steamed buns and white porridge with lots of sugar.

Long-term malnutrition and overwork have made his hair dry and yellow, and his body thin, making him look less like a teenager.

When he entered junior high school, he had to study in the city. His parents didn't come to pick him up; they just let him carry a bag and go to register by himself.

Wu Tu thought that once she returned to her family, she would be able to live a happy life like her younger brother, and that the four of them would be together forever.

But what came through the receiver was my mother's indifferent voice:

"Here's three hundred for living expenses. That should be enough for food for a month. The school provides dorm accommodation. Don't waste this money or cause me any trouble."

But Mom, why is it that when my little brother says in the middle of the night that he wants to eat a hot pot meal that costs several hundred yuan, you can complain and then immediately drive him there?

The black cat couldn't figure it out no matter how hard it tried, so it could only lower its head and study.

But he was too hungry and too weak. He couldn't even concentrate on his textbooks while sitting at the table. He didn't even know when he fainted.

When I woke up, I was already in the hospital.

The doctor looked at him with pity and asked:

"Little friend, where are your mom and dad?"

Yes, where are his parents?

Why don't you want him anymore?

Wu Tu's bloodless lips opened and closed several times, but no sound came out. She could only say to the doctor:

"I don't... I don't have a mom or dad."

He can't cause trouble for his mother.

He couldn't quite remember what the doctor said after that, but it was something like there was something in his heart, and the lesion had grown quite large, so the doctor's voice was very gentle, with a sense of comfort:

"Is there anything you'd like to do? You could try to make it happen."

Wu Tu just sat blankly on the hospital bed, and only when no one was around did she dare to pull the blanket over her head, tears streaming down her face.

Why? Why him?

He's a child neither his parents want, right?

A few hundred yuan was not enough. Wu Tu hesitated for several days before finally mustering the courage to call her mother.

No matter how unbearable it was, he still wanted to survive.

This is the human survival instinct.

But after a long beep, the last bit of courage the black rabbit had left was worn away.

He hung up the phone, and just then, his mother called back.

The only tiny spark of hope ignited, and Wu Tu's eyes lit up as she answered the phone, only to hear her mother's incomprehension and scolding:

"What exactly do you want? Isn't this much allowance a month enough? You haven't been corrupted by those thugs, have you? Let me tell you, Wutu, don't be ungrateful. If you go astray, I won't care. But if you affect your brother, I'll hold you accountable."

"..."

The crow sat there, looking so small and tiny under the vast sky, as insignificant as a grain of sand.

Pain crushed him; everything he had collapsed into such insignificant dust.

He bent his back and whispered:

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"sorry……"

Wu Tu silently packed his things, deciding to give up treatment. But just as he was about to leave, the doctor who had seen him before noticed his distress and said to him:

"If you're short of money, I can lend you some. Sigh, you're still so young..."

You have to stand on tiptoe when you stand in front of the information desk to pay.

How could such a tiny person face such terrible, unknown pain?

The doctor... is a good person.

But Wu Tu didn't want to cause any more trouble for good people; he didn't want to bring them misfortune.

So the little guy refused the doctor's suggestion and was about to leave, but the doctor called him back again:

"I just called to confirm. Although there's no cure for this disease in China, there are special teams researching it abroad. They're also short of patients for experimental drug trials. You could give it a try. Don't despair so quickly, okay?"

"You're still very young, you're very young..."

Wu Tu was taken aback.

He was completely despondent.

His mother extinguished his hope for life with her own hands.

But the doctor's words were so sincere.

Wu Tu has never accepted anyone's kindness in his life.

This is the first time.

He didn't know how to refuse, nor did he want to refuse.

So, Wu Tu nodded and, clutching her meager savings, embarked on her journey to treatment.

A month ago, the little boy thought it was amazing to come to the city by car, but now he finds it's not nearly as scary as traveling across the ocean.

But so what?

He has nothing left now.

At worst, I'll just die in a foreign land...that's all.

Wu Tu clutched the backpack she held to her chest as if it were her only turtle shell.

But he will have to face it sooner or later.

The doctor saw him off at the airport. Although he said that the airfare and accommodation at the overseas hospital would be provided free of charge, Wu Tu was very grateful for the doctor's efforts.

They were clearly just strangers who had no connection to each other.

Yet he was also the only person who had been kind to Wutu in the past ten years.

The little guy turned around, bowed earnestly to the doctor at a ninety-degree angle to express his humble gratitude, and then embarked on his journey alone.