Chapter 158： Benefit 1

"Brother, do you want this toy?"

The little girl in a fluffy princess dress was holding a plush doll in her hand, squatting next to the boy who was silently paving the soil in the corner, swaying as if showing off. She has a house with such a toy, but the dirty brother in front of her has nothing.

At this time, Jin Yang was ten years old. He was very thin. When he squatted down, his elbow bones stood out like a dry grass stick. His delicate and beautiful face was also a little yellow, and his expression was a bit cold. He glanced at Jin Rumeng's hands. Looked at the triumphant little girl again.

He already had some indifference when he grew up, but he was still a little awkward.

He will no longer be fooled by this kind of inferior scam, and he is full of joy every time, but in the end?

Being pushed down, being ridiculed, watching what I like is given to others casually...

The boy abruptly got up, startled the little girl in front of him, she squatted down on the ground, and the toy in her hand fell on the ground beside her feet.

Jin Rumeng wiped her small face and sat on the ground and started crying. The doll in her hand was stained. Although it was only one of her toys, she still cried very sadly.

Seeing his sister crying out of breath, Jin Yang's pretending indifferent face was panicked for a moment. He tried to pull the little girl up with his thin arms, but he hadn't waited for him to pull up. The babysitter who ran out hurriedly ran out of the house.

"Why did the young lady fall? Young master, why are you so vicious in your mind that you pushed to your sister!"

Jin Yang's unhealthy little face suddenly turned white, and his chapped lips opened. He glanced at Jin Rumeng, whose face was red and crying, and wanted to say no. He didn't mean it, nor did he push Jin Rumeng. .

But no one listened to his explanation, the nanny gave him a fierce look, and then picked up the crying Jin Rumeng and walked into the warm and bright room.

The young boy stood alone in the yard, looking at the muddy doll on the ground. The doll was kicked when the babysitter left. Now it is all dirty.

He was silent for a while, bent over to pick up the doll on the ground, and patted the dust on the doll with his hand.

Jin Yang went back to his basement, the small house that was cramped and dim, put the dirty doll on the side of the bed, and fell asleep in silence with his eyes closed.

Half awake and half asleep, he heard someone push open the door of the basement. The tattered door frame could not withstand a drunk's strong push. He only heard a loud noise, the little boy curled up on the bed. With a violent shaking, his eyelashes trembled and opened his eyes.

He saw the visitor clearly, and his face suddenly became paler, "Dad..."

Patriarch Jin was drunk, frowning drunkly, looking at his son, the anger in his heart suddenly burst out with faint resentment.

Father Jin grabbed Jin Yang's hair, pulled the boy's thin neck abruptly, and dragged it out of the basement door.

Jin Yang let out a cry of pain, and then bit his lower lip firmly to prevent himself from showing more panic and sadness.

The sky outside was not completely dark at this time. He was grasped by his hair, his entire scalp was about to be torn off, tears stubbornly swirling in his eyes.

As soon as he went out, he saw his stepmother standing under the golden sun not far away. Jin Rumeng, who was wearing a clean tutu, was held in her arms by her mother at this time. His eyes were still red, and he looked blankly. His brother was beaten up by his tyrannical father.

Jin Yang heard his stepmother's voice coming and going, and seemed to be accusing him of the crime.

"Look, my dear, I dare to push my sister at such a young age, if I grow up I don't know what to do..."

The man who had hated his son against his mother suddenly had an excuse for violence. His fists fell on Jin Yang's fragile body one by one, and the dull blow was accompanied by severe pain.

"Sure enough, it's just like your crazy mom! I'm raising you to eat and drink, and you dare to bully your sister..."

Jin Yang's eyes turned black, and he couldn't even hold back the tears. He snorted, then bit on it, and said in his heart:

I didn't push her, I didn't push her...

He barely raised his head and vaguely saw Jin Rumeng hiding in his mother's arms, looking in his direction with horror, obviously also frightened.

The little girl didn't expect that her brother would be beaten so fiercely because of her words. She wanted to say something, but looking at her father with red eyes, she hesitated, shrank her head and hid in her mother's arms, silently weeping.

In the darkness, Jin Yang silently closed his eyes.

When night struck, the teenager who hadtily treated the wound dragged his sore body that was about to fall apart and retracted into his room. He covered his own quilt, but still felt very cold.

In the dark, he saw the dirty doll beside the bed.

The boy was indifferent, dragged his body slowly, grabbed the doll by the bedside and threw it out of the dark window.

...

The Jin family's parents both died when Jin Yang was 16 years old due to a major accident. The family property of Nuo Da was eyed by outside business giants, and he had to bear these burdens at a young age.

If ordinary teenagers might have collapsed, but Jin Yang didn't, he gritted his teeth and fought silently.

At this time, Jin Rumeng turned from the Jiao Miss of the Jin family to a fallen grass phoenix who was about to go bankrupt overnight. The private schools she was in were boys and girls with good backgrounds, and they were very arrogant on weekdays.

When she was Miss Jin Jia, everyone complimented her, but now these people have become the masterminds of bullying her.

After school this day, Jin Rumeng was blocked in the toilet by a group of former "partners". Some people poured Coke on her face, some people pulled her clothes and laughed and took pictures. She struggled and screamed, but no one was there. Come and save her.

Just when Jin Rumeng wanted to die right away, someone kicked the door to the toilet. She looked out with teary eyes and saw that her cold, icy brother looked inside with a gloomy face. I don’t know how to find it.

When Jin Yang took her out, she was hung with color, her school uniform button broke open, and she was wearing an old suit.

As he walked, Jin Yang noticed that the footsteps behind him had disappeared. He looked back impatiently and saw Jin Rumeng behind him weeping with a large tear.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

She was apologizing for not daring to tell the truth at that time, and also apologizing for her past mistakes.

Jin Yang's frowning eyebrows deepened. He didn't say a word because it was not important anymore.

His life is already dark.