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Wen Ling has no parents.

There was a beautiful bird beside him, flying around and chirping non-stop. Little Wen Ling couldn't speak, so he could only stretch out his hands and imitate the bird's call, "squeak and wow". However, as soon as he grabbed the bird's tail feathers, his hands ripped them off, and the bird chirped and flew away.

Xiao Wenling is the only one left here.

He didn't know that he was abandoned. He held the long feather in his hand and waved it towards the sunlight, not knowing how fate would torture and play tricks on him in the future. At this moment, he was just conscientiously acting as an ignorant and naive child, smiling foolishly at the feather.

When the director of the welfare home first met Wen Ling, he was so carefree, with his small, soft hands raised in front of him, as if he was happy to share this beautiful feather. At that time, he did not yet have the name Wen Ling.

The dean picked him up. He didn't know how long he had been left here.

The dean touched his hand, which was very cold. He didn't know why he could still be so calm.

He looked around, but there was no one around.

Looking at the feathers whose fluff was still fluttering slightly, his smile turned a little bitter.

It's hard to survive at this time of year. This child was probably abandoned here.

"Will you come back with me?"

Little Wen Ling was not afraid of strangers at all. He smiled at him with bright eyes. He had very few teeth, only two small front teeth, which looked like they could be broken with a slight push.

The dean sighed.

Such a young child is trying hard to survive by holding up the feathers in his hand to attract people.

And smiled at him.

“You, you—” He looked towards the dusk on the horizon, his eyes drifting here and there, without settling on one place, “Forget it, I’ll just eat less and it will pass if I grit my teeth—”

The dean carried him back home. The road was very long and the wind was very strong. The dean held his coat tightly and hugged the child in his arms even tighter.

He took the dean's surname, and because of his beautiful long feathers, he got a new name - Wen Ling.

In this way, half of the soul was fished out from the deep water and slowly raised by the other soul.

Little Wen Ling grew up slowly and was taken away several times, but was always sent back, as if he was never happy. The first time, he was spotted by a couple from the city and taken away by them.

Wen Ling happily followed them and waved goodbye to the dean: "I will definitely come back to see you often in the future!"

Unexpectedly, his words came true. He really went back there often, but he did not just go back to visit.

He could not forget himself holding a bloody baseball bat in his hand late at night, and a middle-aged man lying on the ground, surrounded by blood.

He had just been having dinner with his new parents, and they told him that this was a very important guest, and if he could be very happy today, their family would be able to live a better life in the future.

For some reason, Wen Ling felt that the look in their eyes when they said this was so pleading, as if all success or failure depended on him.

Wen Ling didn't understand what that meant. He shrank back, but a pair of hands blocked his way.

In the middle of the night, the strange man entered his room, took off his clothes, said some obscene words, and walked towards him step by step.

Wen Ling pushed him away and ran out. Outside the door came the gentle voices of his parents, but at this moment they were filled with a hint of pleading: "Good boy, be good, play games with the uncle inside, and we will be able to live in a big house in the future!"

"don't want--"

He tried to open the door, but it was locked and no matter how much he knocked and begged, it was useless.

He turned around and saw the fat man who had been pushed away coming towards him again and extending his hand to him. His ugly body displayed the most despicable desires. The increasingly strong smell of tobacco and alcohol surrounded him. Wen Ling despaired as his cries for help went futile.

The baseball bat in his eyes was his last hope. He closed his eyes and smashed it upwards regardless of the consequences.

His face was covered in sweat, and was extremely wet. In the darkness he had no choice but to wipe it with his hand, but he could smell a pungent smell of rust at the tip of his nose.

It was blood, but it was definitely not his blood.

Later, he was taken to the police station amid his screams of "Mom and Dad". He sat on the cold chair, tears constantly falling down. He could not understand why things turned out like this.

His "mom and dad" were taken away.

He returned to the orphanage.

Wen Ling, who returned to the orphanage, was regarded as a thorn in the eyes of many people. After all, he was very good-looking, and many children who came to see the children would want to choose him. However, due to the exclusion of many children, Wen Ling has never been adopted again.