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

The little guy followed his dad to the seats opposite them, where the memory monitoring device was already in place.

On the other hand, Wu Yaochen, as soon as he saw Wu Tu appear, immediately sat up straight and stretched his neck, trying to see what Wu Tu looked like.

But Wu Tu never even glanced in his direction.

Why? Does Wu Tu not care about his uncle at all?

Is it because Wu Yaochen did something bad that Wu Tu dislikes him?

Wu Yaochen was momentarily flustered and looked at the small figure with a blank expression.

The little guy would smile at Winston, and also at the older brothers and sisters sitting in the audience.

He has a very sweet and cute smile; he's a very well-behaved child.

But the little guy just ignored the Wu family members here, as if they were trash, not wanting to even glance at them.

In that instant, Wu Yaochen wanted to get away from the Wu family members around him.

He just wanted Wu Tu to look at him.

Faced with the woman's frantic shouts, Wu Yaochen frowned, kicked the policeman next to him in the shin, and when the policeman looked over, Wu Yaochen pretended to be unaware and pointed at the woman:

"I don't know, she did it all. She was so emotional, didn't you try to calm her down?"

Seeing this, the policeman swung his stick and accidentally hit the woman in the mouth.

The woman screamed, and the engine finally went out.

As soon as she shut her mouth, Wu Tu felt the world go quiet, and looked over in this direction with some surprise.

Wu Yaochen immediately perked up and even straightened his prison uniform.

However, for Wu Tu, his uncle Wu Yaochen did not have a strong presence.

He did not inflict deep pain or wounds on Wutu, nor did he offer Wutu much help or kindness.

He wasn't completely evil, but he wasn't entirely good either.

Perhaps this is just the indecisiveness of an ordinary person.

Wu Yaochen stared blankly as Wu Tu withdrew his gaze, leaned back in his seat, and the heavy memory monitor on his forehead made the little guy look even smaller.

Winston held the little one's hand the whole time, afraid that the little guy wouldn't be able to find his father in his memory.

As the large projection screen appeared, its color changed from pitch black to a faint, flickering glow.

The memory regression has begun.

The research institute staff even studied the additional functions with a single click. Everyone present had a device at their side, which, when worn, allowed them to experience everything in Wu Tu's memories in real time, and even try to change the protagonist's behavior.

This is just cloud synchronization and will not affect the black rabbit itself. It just allows people to understand the black rabbit's plight from its perspective.

The other screen next to it will also project Aunt's memories later.

As people put on the instruments, they arrived together on that cold, snowy night.

Blood, car accident, mother...

The little guy shivered as he became an orphan in a foreign land.

The little black cat was bewildered and could only hold the hand of the staff member next to it as it watched its mother being piled on top of the corpses and mercilessly burned.

He watched himself getting further and further away from his mother.

He will never see his mother again.

But the two-year-old didn't even understand the words "death" and "sadness." He just stood there blankly, being led and guided to another unfamiliar place.

The little guy was taken to the embassy based on his identification documents. The adults, who also spoke Chinese, were too busy to pay any attention to him.

It wasn't until he was put on a plane, after a long and tiring journey, that the little guy finally returned to an environment where everyone spoke his mother tongue and where he felt completely at ease.

spring is coming.

The little guy thought his cold night was finally over, but he was led to a woman.

The woman showed neither excitement nor joy. She lifted Wu Tu's chin, and the first thing she saw in his eyes was disgust.

"Wow...she really looks like my little sister..."

"How disgusting. How disgusting! Why do we have to raise him? Why can't we just sell him? Such a healthy boy, he could fetch several thousand yuan even if sold to a remote mountain village."

Two-year-old Wutu stared wide-eyed.

He still doesn't understand some of what they say, but he can already understand the way adults look at him and their tone of voice.

Spring has not come.

Before the black crow, it was still a cold night.

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Some unconvinced viewers might think that this little bit of hardship is nothing. They might say that today's kids are just being dramatic. They might say that in their time, there was famine, life was tough, and they couldn't even afford to eat, but they didn't suffer from depression or hate their parents.

So they also chose holographic projection to immerse themselves in the suffering of the black cat and to try to escape from his aunt or stop her from hurting him, in order to prove that the black cat was just whining.

But where could such a small child escape to?

As a child, Wu Tu had no mother, and his father was unaware of his existence; they were separated by half the globe.

At that time, Wutu could only rely on the little food her aunt gave her to make a living.

So some people are obedient and try to please their aunts, thinking that as long as "they" are obedient, their aunts will never harm a child who is only a few years old.

But his aunt saw him helping with housework at such a young age, and saw him accidentally break a plate while trying to help serve the dishes.

Before my aunt could even react, my uncle suddenly stood up and kicked him several meters away.

He was stunned. His small body couldn't withstand such an impact. He was in so much pain that he couldn't even get up and could only lie on the ground vomiting blood.

But Auntie didn't care about "Black Rabbit" or sympathize with him; instead, she sneered:

"You deserve to be disciplined. Do you think you, a jinx, can break my family's bowls? Not only did you bring misfortune to my parents, but you're also ruining my family's fortune."

"Blackie's" ribs were broken, but no one cared about him. They ignored him as if he were nothing, completely disregarding his existence. They certainly wouldn't take him to the hospital.

So this person was so badly injured that he died from his injuries.

"Grass!!"

The man's memory was forcibly erased, and he looked terrible. He felt the same pain from the kick.

"Are all these people crazy...?"

The man couldn't help but curse, then looked up to see how the real black tusk was made.

It turns out that the little guy also tried to please his aunt back then, but every time, even if he tried his best, he would still be scolded for various reasons.

So the little guy discovered that no matter whether he listened or helped, his aunt always disliked him and always found fault with him.

And Auntie would never change her attitude just because Wutu is well-behaved and sensible.

Realizing this, the little guy finally learned to do nothing, quiet down, and become an invisible person with no needs, thus minimizing his presence.

But he was only two years old at that time.