The elder sister's tenderness and patience gave him great comfort.

Later, it was not just the parents' business.

There are also things in the school.

He would tell his elder sister.

...

The little boy is shy by nature.

The relationship between parents at home is getting worse and worse.

Cold war, quarrel...

Similar scenes are staged in front of him almost every day.

The content of the quarrel is similar.

In such an environment, he became more and more silent and sensitive.

...

He tries to make himself transparent.

It's not that he doesn't want to do anything.

But he knew clearly that he could not do anything.

...

These two people don't care about him.

Even if he is their child.

But they just don't care about him.

Naturally, it is even less likely that something will change because of his persuasion.

They even disdained to act in front of him.

They have always been very realistic.

...

He actually tried hard.

He was too scared.

The two of them quarreled so hard.

The loud sound made his head hurt.

Both of them had a very terrible expression.

What you say is terrible.

He couldn't stand it.

He exploded once.

At least that's what he thinks.

Although the truth is, the sound he said was as low as a mosquito.

...

No one paid attention to him.

...

The two of them even smashed things.

The sound of porcelain shattering on the ground was sharp and harsh.

The splashing debris had a sharp curve.

He was injured.

A small piece of porcelain shook the back of his hand.

The next second, blood flowed out of the thin hole.

...

He cried.

Crying loudly.

He doesn't want his parents to quarrel.

Not to mention their fight.

He was so scared.

Really scared.

...

The two men were frightened by him.

They saw the back of his bloody hands.

...

Because of his injury, the two finally stopped the intensifying quarrel.

...

He also naively thought things would change.

No result.

His wound was roughly cleaned and he put on a band patch.

Dad slammed the door and left.

Mom looked cold.

Let him stay away from them next time they quarrel.

Otherwise, no one will care about him if he gets injured next time.

...

He clenched his lower lip.

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would cry again.

Then it caused my mother's impatient look.

...

This attempt completely eliminated the little boy's more ideas.

He didn't want to face his parents' indifference to him so bluntly.

He would rather be like a quail bird and deceive himself.

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He was used to silence.

So in school.

He is not a lively person.

Even his deskmates always chat with their front seats.

Borrowing things is the same.

As well as asking questions.

But he never looks for a deskmate.

He pretended not to care.

During physical education classes, he always goes to the playground alone.

When he needed to group activities, he stood aside alone in embarrassment, waiting for the rest of the people to form a team with him.

...

He also wants someone who can take physical education classes with him, chat with him during class, and walk to the school gate together after school or further away... friend.

...

The deserted family and the loneliness in school made him increasingly silent.

I feel deeply distressed almost every moment.

...

He can still pretend to be fine in front of others.

Because he knew that even if he showed it, he would not get the response he wanted.

He has hit a wall with his parents, can he still expect someone who is more distant from him?
To be continued...