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

The two-year-old is suffering, while other children his age are still at home being pampered by their parents and being their parents' favorite little darlings.

Only Wu Tu was still wearing tattered and thin clothes. Every day, he would curl up in a corner where no one paid attention to him. If there were leftovers on the table, his aunt would pour them into a bowl and throw it in front of Wu Tu, telling him to eat them.

It's like raising a puppy that doesn't bark—easy and doesn't get in the way.

So that's why the little guy's body is so thin.

……

Many people only get into the memory for a few minutes before they quit due to various "accidents".

At this moment, the way they looked at their aunt had changed.

But my aunt was still trying to argue:

"He was such a small child, and I didn't bully him. I was already being kind by feeding him and dressing him. Our family wasn't well-off back then, so what else could I do?"

So at this time, many of them actually died because their aunts turned a blind eye and refused to help them.

So, when the black cat grows up a bit more, will it be able to have autonomy and become different?

Some people have already traveled to several years in the future, following the perspective of the black ox.

They thought this was a chance to get rid of their aunt and uncle, but when they opened their eyes, they found that Wutu had long been regarded as a burden by their aunt and forcibly sent to the countryside.

The conditions here are many times worse than in the city. Beyond the mountains are even more distant mountains. Just to get into the city, it can take most of the day by car.

Not to mention walking.

How else can they run? Where else can they run to?

Back then, if Wutu wanted to go to school, she had to get up at five o'clock every morning and walk along mountain roads to the only primary school in the village.

He couldn't expect his elderly grandmother to pick him up and drop him off, and he also had to take on most of the household chores.

Grandma always said that she was willing to raise the black rabbit because she wanted a younger generation to help her with chores.

This kind of hard life makes it difficult for many people to persevere. Some people want to call their aunts, cry and tell them that they know they were wrong and will be obedient in the future, and ask their aunts to take them away.

But all that was left for that person was the dial tone of a busy signal after the phone was impatiently hung up.

That evening, the grandmother received a message; she knew that the child in front of her was trying to run away.

So the ignorant old man would stare at him intently with his cloudy eyes:

"How unfilial! How unfilial..."

"Go kneel in the ancestral hall as punishment! Let all our ancestors know that the Wu family has produced an unfilial son! He actually tried to abandon his elderly grandmother and run away!"

The man was still secretly relieved that he had only been punished by kneeling and had escaped a terrible ordeal.

However, these viewers did not know that the grandmother was even more ruthless.

A thick and wide ruler can kill someone.

The person's skin swelled up from being hit with the ruler, but he couldn't dodge or fight back. In the end, he could only beg his grandmother to take him to get treatment for the wounds.

But his grandmother glanced coldly at his injury and cursed him as a worthless good-for-nothing.

Then he took out a folk remedy and applied soot from the pot to his wound.

He stared wide-eyed in disbelief. He couldn't understand how there could still be parents like this, so stubborn and ignorant, unwilling to even take him to the clinic.

This will only worsen the wound!

Sure enough, a few days later, the man died from an infection of his wound.

When his grandmother saw his body, she called his aunt and said that the little guy had fallen to his death in the mountains while he was playing outside.

In any case, no one cares about the suffering of the "black ox" and no one will come to see the cause of a child's death.

……

"Oh my god, how can we possibly live like this!"

Those who failed this round of testing painfully removed the equipment while cursing under their breath.

They paused for a moment before looking up at the screen, at the image of Wu Tu from their memories.

Those people all wore expressions of confusion and bewilderment:

How did the little guy manage back then? How did he manage to survive in that environment?

It turns out that Wutu had also been beaten many times by her grandmother and had cried and begged her aunt for help.

But it was all in vain; he couldn't change anything.

So the little guy could only grit his teeth and bear it.

Even for him, a child who used to live in the city, every day and every step he takes now is torture.

But that little guy never easily thought of giving up on himself or his life.

He still wanted to live.

Live on with a somewhat ridiculous longing for family.

Wu Tu's shoes were worn out from walking on mountain paths, and he was malnourished due to the lack of meat. His grandmother was even more vulgar than his aunt, and would use all sorts of offensive and offensive words to insult him.

But the little guy still gritted his teeth and took care of his grandmother.

This persistence has lasted for nine years.

Wu Tu was abandoned in the mountains by her aunt and uncle for nine years.

Even if we go back for the New Year or other holidays, those are not festivals for Wutu.

Wu Tu remained the same invisible person, the family's free nanny, punching bag, and useless person.

Later, when Aunt's biological son, Shen Tianbao, had grown up a bit.

Compared to Shen Tianbao's treatment, Wu Tu's existence seems more like an irony.

He was like a thief, spying on the happiness of children in normal families.

In particular, Wu Tu sometimes followed behind her aunt and cousin, and witnessed her aunt showing a gentle side to her child.

The black catfish is like a traveler who quenches his thirst by looking at plums, hoping that one day he can also receive such treatment.

He began to wonder if he hadn't done a good enough job, or if there was something wrong with him.

If he were like his younger brother, would he be able to get his aunt's love?

When no one is around, the little guy will sometimes smirk at himself in the mirror, giving off a stiff, forced smile.

He wanted to be able to laugh carefree like his younger brother.

But he hadn't laughed like that in a long time.

My younger brother is the life of the party at home, a little ray of sunshine. He naturally acts spoiled towards our parents, while Wu Tu is the opposite of what my brother should do.

He was gloomy, introverted, like a mushroom in a damp corner, a repulsive, transparent person.

Later, the black rabbit relearned to smile and was able to move the muscles in its face to produce a smiling response.

When he tried to make that expression on his face at the dinner table, a plate of food was slammed down on him.

It's Shen Tianbao, the younger brother.

The younger brother's voice was full of sarcasm and disdain:

"Yue... what did you cook today? Try it yourself and see if it's good! It's so salty! And you still have the nerve to laugh here? What, trying to provoke me? Are you jealous that Mom only likes me? Trash."

The black rabbit lowered its head.

The plate fell, and the cheap oil stained his hair, clothes, and left sticky, indelible stains everywhere.

He tugged at his clothes before forcing himself to lift his head.

Before the little guy could even manage a second smile to explain that he didn't mean it, his aunt slapped him across the face.

"Stop laughing, it's disgusting! Go and cook again, your brother's already scolding you, are you deaf? Why aren't you moving!"

Wu Tu stopped laughing. He watched as large tears fell to the ground and realized that he was crying.

His cheeks were also swollen and painful.

Why... is my younger brother different from him...?

……

Those who continue to experience the memories of Wutu in holography, feeling Wutu's psychological activities, feel that Wutu is too pessimistic.

If his aunt doesn't love him, then he should be independent and self-reliant! Who would so humbly crave someone else's love?

But they forgot that all the little black cat wanted from beginning to end was for its mother to love it.