Chapter 3 hurt

The elementary school I read had a special class where many students with problems gathered.Congenital mental retardation, aphasia for several years, physical disabilities... These children who cannot enter ordinary classes are all concentrated in this special class. The classroom of this special class is quietly located in an inconspicuous corner of the school, as if to avoid the sight of other children.Students in problem classes are taken over by specialized teachers to implement special education.The teacher looked at these children who couldn't tell the difference between buttons and candy, and yelled at the throat when they made a mistake.

Regardless of age, once it is judged that it is not suitable for ordinary classes, it will become a student there. One day during swimming lessons, I took off my top in the locker room, leaving my upper body naked.At this time, a classmate said: "The hemorrhoids there were made by your father, right?" The guy pointed at my back, trying to attract the attention of the students present. I have a hemorrhoid "given" to me by my father on my back.He threw the iron on me while he was drunk.That part has now turned red and black, very eye-catching.I hate being seen there by others, and usually hide it on purpose.

"Hey, talk! Dad did it! I said you, it's so weird!" The guy pointed at the hemorrhoid and yelled.The boys in the same class who were present all turned to look at my back and secretly laughed. In the corner of the dressing room is a brush for washing the sink, with a green brush head on one end of the long handle.I picked up the brush, gritted my teeth, and hit the guy pointing at my back.I kept beating him until his nose bleeds, crying and begging for mercy, and I didn't stop. The next day, the surrounding adults investigated my family environment, thought that I had a tendency to be mentally deficient, and sent me to a special class.

The teacher of the special class is an aunt wearing glasses.She cut origami with scissors every day with the children, made a beautiful long chain mixed with various colors, pasted it on the wall, and decorated the patio and walls of the special class classroom meaninglessly. "I have a bunch of kids in my class now. Also, I don't have the confidence to take over kids like that..." At first, she ran to the principal to protest.Probably because they heard about my violent behavior and were afraid that I would cause trouble to other children in the special class.But in the end the headmaster ignored her protest.

During my first week as a special class student, she kept looking at me nervously, as if she was afraid that my "volcano" would erupt sometime. But to her surprise, since I became a student in a special class, I have never used violence at all.I didn't even lose my temper when the kids brushed my meal off the table. "Aren't you angry?" the teacher asked me. "I was angry at first. I only ate half of the food. But the kid is only in the first grade. He didn't mean anything malicious, so there's nothing I can do about it." The teacher looked at me in surprise.

"You seem to be a little different from what the report said." I quickly fell in love with the class.There, no one will be hostile to you, and no one will play tricks on you.In this particular class, there wasn't a single person I found annoying. Half of the children are unable to go to the toilet alone.Some children can't speak, and some children are always afraid.Even so, everyone worked very hard.No one has time for teasing, everyone is trying to be as good as the average kid. In that classroom, there were only the smiling faces of children who had trouble living in other places, and the little innocence that ordinary children lose as soon as they grow up.

In April, another 11-year-old boy came to the special class, the same age as me.He transferred from another school and was transferred to this class because he didn't talk to anyone.That white, little guy walked into the classroom led by the teacher, his expression full of anxiety.Long sleeves, long trousers, and a face as beautiful as a clay doll. He is Chaoren. In special classes, the teacher assigns copies of the topics every day.According to the different intelligence of each person, the difficulty of the topic is also different.Chaoren can master the most difficult subjects very well.However, he just doesn't want to get along with everyone.He can understand what the teacher said faster than anyone else, but he doesn't talk to anyone.When class is over, he curls up alone in a corner of the classroom and reads quietly.

One day, I was called into the office.Once there, I saw my former classmate and his mother. There was a tooth mark on the classmate's wrist.I bit the guy on the wrist the other day and pissed the adults off. They asked me why I did this and I told them that guy was bullying the special class.As a result, I was fined to kneel on the office floor.His mother, who was an angry classmate, went home satisfied after seeing this. The teachers and the students who happened to come to the office were all staring at me kneeling on the floor.The only ones who defended me were the special class teachers, but I didn't care.

While kneeling, the teachers chatted about Chaoren's family situation.I pretended not to hear, but pricked up my ears. "A child who is new to the special class, 'that kind of thing' happened at home, right?..." What "that kind of thing" refers to I didn't figure it out in the end, but I knew a lot about the family situation of Chao people. He has no father or mother.Dad seems to have died years ago.And the mother is in prison.I speculate that the "that kind of thing" the teacher said should have something to do with his mother. Because he had no parents, he was sent to various places.And now it seems to be boarding with a relative with almost no blood relationship.

All of a sudden, I feel a little more close to the court people.Because I am also dependent on others. I lived with my parents until my father was hospitalized a month ago.My father was an alcoholic who lost his mind when he drank, often yelled at my mother and me, and often threw things around.He used to work hard, but not long ago he started to stay at home all day long, swinging his long arms from time to time, clenched his fists and beat my mother and me hard.My mother and I once escaped the house on foot because we were too afraid of our violent father.It was dark all around, and my mother took my hand and walked, waiting for my father's alcohol madness to pass.

Everyone liked my father when he was working in the company, but now he is everywhere hated.Once again, I thought of these things inexplicably, as if something was calling nearby, and it seemed to keep appearing in front of my eyes, and everything was vivid in my mind. Although my mother has been patient, I can still feel her relieved expression as soon as my father was admitted to the hospital.Because my father's disease was already terminally ill, and he couldn't be cured.I thought that I could finally start a peaceful life with my mother again.That day, my mother said that she was going to go shopping: "I'm going to the post office. I'll be back later." After speaking, she left in her slippers and never came back.She left me alone and fled far away.I didn't know it at the time, and waited for her until late at night.Knowing that she would not come back, I made my bed and went to sleep. Not long after, my uncle and aunt knew that my mother had left me alone and took me away.They said they wanted me to live a normal life, but that was just a cover - they invaded my home.All they want is my home, and I'm just a superfluous existence to them, because of this, I have a little more intimacy with the court people unconsciously. As soon as school was over, all the classmates in the class went home happily.Many children in the special class cannot go home alone. They can't remember the way home, and they can only scratch their heads and ears uneasily if they are alone.Therefore, many parents will come to the school to pick up their children. Chaoren and I waited until very late to go home, as if trying to delay the time to go home as much as possible. There were fewer and fewer people, and the classroom became quieter.The afterglow of the setting sun dyed the campus orange, and he jumped into the swimming pool with a "plop", and the sound of water splashing sounded lonely and then dispersed.In the deserted campus abandoned by the children, only the horizontal bars and slides are left stretched and lonely shadows.The hustle and bustle of the day seems like a lie.At this time, the air is transparent.Mother also left in such a red-covered dusk. There was only me and Chaoren in the classroom.He reads the book quietly, while I do handicrafts and draw pictures for a while, and watch TV for a while. It was at such a dusk that Chaoren showed his incredible ability for the first time. One evening I was whittling a piece of wood with a pocket knife.Although I can't study at all, I like art very much.In the past, I made an owl ornament while reading a book. The teacher liked it very much when she saw it. She praised me in front of the whole class and used it to decorate the classroom.It was the first time I was praised like this, so I was very happy.This time I want to make a puppy ornament, so I use a small knife "Karakala" to cut it up.The cut sawdust was scattered around the table, and a casual look showed that I was also stuck to a lot. Chaoren and I were also the only ones left in the classroom that day, and he was buried in a book.Compared with children of the same age, he is very small, as if he would float up when blown by a strong wind.Hair as thin as silk threads covered his forehead, and his beautiful eyes were looking at the Mandarin book motionlessly. While engraving, my hand stopped suddenly, and the knife was stuck in the wood and could not move.As soon as I exerted my strength, the knife was pulled out of the wood in an instant, and the sharp blade shimmered in the setting sun that shot through the window.Because of the reaction force, my hand holding the knife hit the table, and the loud sound echoed in the classroom. There was a severe pain in the wrist of the left hand holding the knife, and a bright red wound of about 10 cm was drawn on it, and blood flowed out. Hurry to get the first aid kit.Seeing that I was injured, the teacher took the knife from my hand and was very anxious. At some point, Chaoren stood beside me.At first I didn't realize that he never took the initiative to approach others, even in the same classroom, I thought he never cared about me. He looked at the injury on my wrist, his face turned blue, his brows were furrowed, and it became difficult to breathe, looking very painful. "Are you okay...?" It was the first time I heard Chaoren's voice, slender and trembling slightly. "Such a small injury is nothing, I have long been used to it." Chaoren grabbed my left wrist and pressed the sides of the wound.I couldn't guess what he wanted to do, he put down my hand in a panic. "I'm sorry, if you do this, I think the wound will heal." Everything is like an unconscious movement.In other words, he seemed to feel that as long as he pressed the sides, the wound would glue together.I feel better all of a sudden. "A broken finger will be healed if you pull it" and "If you pick up a dropped thing within 10 seconds, nothing will happen to you" are probably superstitions similar to this. This guy is really interesting, thinking so, I patted him on the shoulder.He looked at me with an incredulous look.I took out the first aid kit from the shelf in the classroom, and wanted to disinfect it just in case. At this time, I looked at the wound on my wrist. For some reason, I found that the wound was shallower than before.Could it be that Chaoren's spell worked? I turned around and saw that he was looking at my left wrist.He was also wearing a long shirt and trousers that day, but now his sleeves are rolled up.It seems that the skin that has not been exposed to the sun for several years is a little scary.I moved closer to him and met his eyes. On Chaoren's left wrist, in the same place where I was cut with the knife, there was a very similar wound.The wound was superficial and, while barely bleeding, the length and shape seemed to have replicated mine. "Is this injury done before?" I asked, and he shook his head.It was as if my wound had become shallower, but moved to Chaoren. This is impossible!I negate my own thoughts.Chaoren seemed to have the same thought as me, looked into my eyes and said: "Let me do it again like I just did." Although I smiled and said, "Don't be silly," a hidden curiosity somewhere in my heart made me stretch out my bloody left wrist out of nowhere. Just like before, he pressed the sides of my wound. Patter—a drop of blood fell, forming a red spot on the floor.This drop of blood did not fall from my hand.The wound on Chaoren's left wrist became deeper at some point.This drop of blood flowed from his wound.Chaoren kept pressing my wound, and seemed to be muttering something.I looked at my wrist, the wound was only half as deep as it started.So where did the missing half go?None of us thought about it.Chaoren looked at his left wrist in disbelief, and said jokingly: "The depth and pain of the wound is half for each person. Divide it into two parts, and only half will remain." From that day on, Chaoren and I suddenly became good friends.His superpowers became our secret.Pressing someone else's wound, you can transfer it to yourself - we experimented with this incredible and interesting superpower several times. We hid near the health room, and if he saw an injured junior student, Chaoto would try out his superpowers.He was also a little scared of transferring serious wounds to people, so he only helped the children transfer minor cuts. "come here." Chaoren stopped a first-grade boy in front of the health room. He fell and injured his elbow.Under the stairs, Chaoren healed the wound for the child.The boy looked at us uneasily, then ran away.Chaoren rolled up his long sleeves, and there was the same wound as that of the boy. The time to move the wound is getting shorter and shorter, and soon it can be done in an instant.Moreover, there is no need to press the wound, as long as the person touches any part of other people's body, the wound will be transferred. Gradually, the teacher in the health room found us who often stood outside the door.He thought we were up to something, so as soon as we approached the health room, he chased us away. "Why did you come to the special class?" One day, Chaoren asked me.I hesitated for a moment, and told the whole story about the fight in the locker room during the swimming class, and explained the origin of the hemorrhoid on my back. As he spoke, a look of terror and uneasiness gradually appeared on Chaoren's face, and it looked sad again. "Are you afraid of me?" Startled, he shook his head vigorously. "No, why are you afraid?" "What's the matter?" My pride was hurt.When Chaoren saw this, he quickly explained incoherently. "It's too much to hurt someone...it's scary just to hear it. But, it's even more sad..." Afterwards, Chaoren remained silent and fell into deep thought.After a while, he looked back at me and held my hand tightly.He looked through my clothes and stared straight at the spot on my back where the hemorrhoid was.At first, I didn't know what he wanted to do. "What do you want to do?" "I don't know if it will work..." When I get home, I want to change my clothes.I saw my own back in front of the mirror left by my mother, and then I suddenly realized what Chaoren had done. The hemorrhoids disappeared.Chaoto held my hand and transferred the hemorrhoids on my back to himself.It must be so. It turns out that what can be transferred is not just the newly formed wound. "Give me back the hemorrhoid." The next morning, I told the guy, but he just smiled at me. Since then, Chaoren has transferred all kinds of wounds to himself, from burns to old wounds from before. My family lives on the outskirts of the town, which is an area where poor people live.It is said to be a home, but in fact it is just a shack.It is hotter than outside in summer, but colder than outside in winter. Even if you stay under the quilt, you will freeze to death.There are no decent roads between the houses, and in dry weather, the dust raised by the road will "shuashuashua" onto the window frames. The rusty tricycle was lying on the road—it was overturned on the side of the road more than a month ago, but so far no one is willing to clean it up.A little boy about three years old wore a pair of shorts and squatted by the side of the road to write and draw with stones.The obese aunt wore a piece of underwear and wrapped her head in a towel, pacing leisurely on the road.There always seems to be a stench in this place, and people passing by will frown.Because I have lived here since I was a child, I don't know exactly what kind of smell it is. I hate staying at home when I'm not at school.I always hang out on the street with Chao people.We walk freely through the alleys called "alleys" and get into the gaps of any buildings.We walked happily in the alley while thinking "there should be a road here". There is a dirty park there, hardly anyone visits it, and we used to spend time there.The only playground equipment is swings and a seesaw, covered with a thick layer of rust.The surrounding area is overgrown with weeds, and if you look carefully, you can also see scattered broken beer bottles.There are also traces of graffiti left by punks and scattered fragments of abandoned barbed wire.In the corner of the park, tires as high as a hill were piled up, and the rainwater accumulated in the middle and began to rot. One Sunday, Chaoren and I were sitting on a swing in the park, and a young mother walked by with her child.My eyes couldn't help but follow them—the mother and son were walking hand in hand, looking happy. Suddenly, the child stumbled, his knees bled, and he burst into tears.The mother coaxed the baby not to cry with a gentle voice, but to no avail. Chaoren stood up. "Leave him alone!" I yelled.But he ignored me and walked towards the mother and son. He stood beside the crying child and stroked his head lovingly.I knew that at this moment, the child's wound was transferred to himself.The child's knee was covered with blood, and it was impossible to see whether the wound had healed.Chaoren was wearing long trousers, and the knees were not visible, but I could imagine that the skin underneath must have been ripped. While transferring the wound, the pain is also transferred together.Suddenly the pain in the child's knee disappeared and he miraculously stopped crying. His mother seemed to know that we made the baby stop crying. "Thanks to you. I must thank you very much." She said she would treat us to ice cream. There is a delicious looking ice cream shop on the way home from school.Neither Chaoren nor I had pocket money, so we could only look inside through the window glass.So, on that day, I really believed in the existence of God. The shop is beautifully decorated.There are round tables and chairs in the store for customers to eat ice cream.We looked through the glass at the assortment of ice creams, all served in a bucket-like container. What kind of ice cream is it called?For us, it was like a bifurcation point in life that made us hesitate for a long time.After much distress, we finally told the female clerk of our decision.The mother with the child paid for us, waved us goodbye, and walked out of the store. The female clerk of this shop is very famous among the children.Like people with hay fever, she always wears a big white square mask. She never took off her mask. Although the children were a little scared, they had many speculations about her true face. We finally see her up close for the first time, indeed wearing a large, boxy mask.But compared with this, our ice cream is more important. We ate in the store.I killed it almost at once, and Chaoren ate like hell to catch up to me, but still a lot slower. To pass the time, I put my face against the glass and peer out at the rows of tubs of ice cream.The female shop assistant with a big mask was looking at me from the opposite side with her brows hidden.If you look carefully, you can faintly see the traces of severe burns inside the mask. "Hey!" I try to strike up a conversation.She frowned, as if taken aback. "What should I do if the ice cream can't be sold out that day? Throw it away? Or keep it for the next day? If it can't be sold out for several days, won't it be stale?" "Oh, yes……" She nodded in bewilderment. "In that case, why not give it to us!" I beg him. "no." "Ah, yes." At this time, Chaoren finally finished eating.I said to her back: "Goodbye, Shiho." "How do you know my name?" "It says on the name tag." She wears the name tag "SHIHO" on her chest. "Can you read the Roman alphabet?" "Don't take me for a fool." After I finished speaking, Shiho looked at me and smiled slightly.Although wearing a mask, it is very cute. "Look at your performance, maybe I can give you the rest of the ice cream." After Shiho finished speaking, let's clean up.Although she was only working here, she still gave us the unsalable ice cream after we finished cleaning. We are just two ignorant children, whoever gives us something to eat, we will be tamed like puppies.Soon, we fell in love with Shiho. After that day, we went to Shiho's shop to help her every day, and in return, she would give us the leftover ice cream. Shiho is very gentle. For children like us, she will listen to us very carefully.There is a pair of beautiful eyes on the big mask, which narrows when she smiles.In order to see her smiling face, we often make up some boring little stories. Ever since Chaoto became friends with me, he also began to talk to the students in the special class little by little.Of course, he will also chat with Zhibao.I guess that's a good sign. Every time I help others to bear the pain, the wounds on Chaoren's body continue to increase.Opening up the long sleeves, you can see that there are many wounds on the snow-white skin, some are healing, and some have formed scars.In order to see the condition of his stomach, I tried to lift his clothes, but he resisted fiercely.Seeing his distressed appearance, I was at a loss for a while.He will never take off his clothes in front of others. The increase in wounds is not a good thing for Chaoren, and I tried my best to persuade him not to use this strange ability again. One day, we went to the counter of an ice cream parlor to chat with Shiho.The store is air-conditioned, which is very comfortable.The store manager hated us dirty little hairy kids, and always left the store to Shiho to take care of, while he ran to play billiards. The little Chaoren stood in front with his chin resting on the counter. Shiho grabbed his hand. "Mr. Chaoren, did your hand hurt?" She repeatedly asked him "Is everything okay" and "Does it hurt?" with concern. I didn't notice it before.Probably Chaoren helped someone heal the wound before he came to the store.Every time he transferred the wound to himself, he always let it bleed and left it alone. Shiho fumbled in his pockets, took out the cute band-aids that girls always carry around, and stuck them on Chaoren's hands.She didn't know that Chaoren had the super power to transfer wounds. Looking at the Band-Aid with flooded eyes, Chaoren thanked Zhibao.He didn't peel it off for days, and for a long time he looked at it cherishedly, looking very happy. A few years ago, there was a very annoying guy in school. He was tall and always had two fierce dog-like lights in his eyes.He was older than me and always formed a gang with a few friends.Passing them in hallways and roads had to be wary of the gang centered on him.Those people were very hostile to me, several times I felt they were going to hit me from behind with something heavy. I know the reasons for being hostile.A long time ago, when that guy teased me about my father, I gave him a few words back and pushed him off the second floor of the school. My father was hated by everyone around me, and as a son, I was also rejected by others, and I was stared at by those bad-hearted people. However, that guy hasn't appeared since he graduated from elementary school, and the area has become more stable for the time being. At that time, I was walking with Asato on the way to Shiho's store. I took a closer look and saw a man in a black student uniform standing in front of me.It's that guy, he graduated from elementary school and is now a junior high school student.He still had the same savage look as before, so he couldn't be mistaken.Although in junior high school, bad rumors about him still linger. I pretended not to see and tried to walk right past him.But no. The moment I walked past him, he whispered bad things about my parents.So we quarreled. He probably expected things to turn out like this from the beginning, and he still has a metal bat in his pocket—I heard that he joined the baseball team not long ago, and his batting movement is very beautiful. The guy swung the bat and hit me on the wrist.Bones are broken. Seeing me in pain, he narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.At this time, Chaoren, who had been watching the development of the situation in horror, suddenly became expressionless.His eyes lost focus, and he stumbled up to me with an almost blank expression.He stretched out his small hand and touched mine lightly.Not a moment's hesitation.He absorbed the intense pain in his wrist, and at the same time, his wrist made a cracking sound.He kept his blank expression the whole time, but it was clear that he was afraid of the whole thing. "North Korean...?" I yelped in panic.But he didn't seem to hear anything. Chaoren staggered towards the middle school student holding a bat.Standing next to that tall guy, Chaoren looked more and more like a little child.He touched the hand of the questioning, frowning fellow lightly. I don't know what he wants to do.I'm afraid even Chaoren himself doesn't know what he wants to do.But at that moment, the guy suddenly screamed, his knees touched the ground, and he knelt down on the ground.In the black long sleeves of the student uniform, a part of the wrist that was originally straight was folded over. The fracture moved from facing the person to the guy's hand.As a result, the guy broke his own hand by lifting the bat himself. He can transfer his wounds to the opponent. For the first time, I know that there are such rules for the magical power bestowed on Chaoren. Seeing the middle school student in agony, Chaocai came to his senses and realized what he had done.He stood there wide-eyed, as if taken aback by the transfer of his wounds to the other. I hurriedly took Chaoren's hand and left there.If he didn't take him away, he might transfer that guy's injury to himself again to help a person who didn't deserve sympathy. Just then, a great idea popped into my head. If you can transfer the wound to the other party, then you can make good use of this and throw the wound on Chaoren to others.In this way, the wounds on his body will not increase, and I know whose body can be used to "discard wounds"-my father.He was dying.And I don't have any qualms about transferring wounds to him. We walked towards the hospital where my father lived.It was a big hospital, and there was still some distance to walk there.Next to the main entrance of the hospital is a bronze statue of a teenager blowing a brass pipe.There are many small birds gathered on the feet of the bronze statue, which seems to be in love with this boy.Somehow this bronze statue resembles Chaoren, so saying that, Chaoren became shy. Although I am a close relative, I don't know where my father's ward is.It was my first time to see him. I told the nurse my father's name, and only then did I find the location of the ward.When I got to the ward, I hesitated.Thinking that my father might throw his fist at me again, I couldn't take a step. Peeping in from the door, I saw my father, who had a tube inserted, sleeping under a quilt.The doctor said he might never wake up, and I figured it would be all right. "Wait a while and go in alone." I just stood silently at the door.I'm worried about whether Chaoren can do a good job of transferring wounds to others-even when someone unrelated to him is injured, he will start to sob and cry.But this worry is purely unnecessary. He walked into the ward alone and gently touched his sleeping father.It only takes a short moment to transfer all the wounds on Chaoren's body. We, who got the "abandoned injury", healed the pain of various people to our heart's content.In the hospital, many people have scars that cannot be removed for a lifetime.We called them in, swore them to secrecy, and touched them. But the people we call are limited to children.Grown-ups don't take our word for it, and don't take our secrets very seriously. The children were skeptical at first, but they were surprised and delighted when the surgery and burn scars that made them worry about it disappeared.They also give us some pocket money. Chaoren doesn't seem to have any objection to transferring his own wounds to himself.No matter who had wounds, he seemed to think that it would be better if those wounds were his own.Seeing the pain of others, his expression looks more painful than others. He cannot transfer other people's diseases.Seeing those who are suffering from illness, Chaoren will always feel depressed because of his powerlessness. People appreciate us and we spend the little change we get on ice cream and candy. We chat with Shiho every day.Apart from the students in the special class and me, Asato's smiling face was only for Shiho. In the evening, we waited for Shiho to finish his work, and then the three of us went to the dirty park together.Chaoren sat on the swing, and Shiho pushed him from behind.Since I'm already 11 years old, I won't hold hands with Shiho, but Asahito doesn't care at all.He would hold Shiho's wrist tightly and shake it back and forth.Although he is also eleven years old, his mind and body are still under ten years old, so he doesn't feel that there is anything wrong. The three of us often chat together about what we have and what we don't have.For example, which of the lies told so far is the most excessive and which dish is the most unpalatable.And what is the best way to die. Shiho's answer was "I want to die in the sea and die in love with the one I love." For me, dying alone on a bench on an empty platform is the ideal way to die. "I..." Chaoren's words became softer and softer, and finally he couldn't hear anything. We looked up at the darkening sky. It seems that Shiho used to have a younger brother who was very similar to Chaoren, but he passed away in a fire.So she loves Chaoren very much, but she still never intends to take off her mask. On the way home from the park, we said goodbye at a corner and went home separately.Under the streetlight at that corner, I tried to say to her: "I want to see Shiho's face." She nodded, and reached out to the mask to take it off.But immediately she shrugged again, said sorry, and refused my request. At that time, Chaoren touched her hand to stop her.At that moment, I immediately understood Asanoto's thoughts - he wanted to transfer Shiho's burns to his face. But he couldn't do that just yet. Chaoto had never said before that he would transfer Shiho's injury to himself, because the location of the wound was on his face.Once transferred, the wound will appear in the same place as before.If you can freely choose the position when transferring, everything will become easier. Unfortunately, he doesn't seem to have that ability yet. Transferring the wound to the father would have been fine.The area below his head was covered with a quilt, and no one would notice the wound.But his head was exposed, and if he transferred the wound to his face, he would be discovered immediately.Chaoren's superpowers and where we "abandon wounds" are a secret to adults.Therefore, in order to heal Shiho's wound, we have to work hard to find a suitable "abandoned wound" object. Shiho didn't know anything about Asahito's superpowers, so he couldn't understand our wordless exchange under the street lights.However, we would love to tell her the truth. I visited relatives who were fostering Choren, who missed school that day because he had a cold. "Go to Chaoren's house and give him today's copy for me." When I was about to go home, the teacher came out of the classroom and stopped me.This copy is for parents to confirm their ability to attend the teaching visit three weeks later. The significance of special class teaching visits is somewhat different from that of ordinary classes.I used to ask my teacher: "Almost everyone can't study, so how can we conduct teaching visits like this? There's no need for parents to come and see, right?" The teacher answered me while reading the letter in the suggestion box.We set up a special mailbox behind the classroom, and students will write their thoughts and feelings on the letter and put it into the mailbox every day.Those who cannot write have children who can write write it for them. "I want everyone to see how hard these handicapped kids work in class. It doesn't matter if they don't learn well. They are not as good as normal kids in some ways, but if they scramble to raise their hands in class to answer Question, isn't it very pleasant?" From her words, I seem to feel how difficult it is to educate these handicapped children.No matter how many times I teach them, they still can't go to the toilet by themselves. They are noisy all day and night, and they can't stop shouting.Whenever she falls into despair, the scene of children living together in the classroom has probably been sublimated into a kind of salvation for her soul. "But teacher, I am sure that neither Chaorenjia nor I will come." When the teacher heard what I said, a sad look appeared on his face, and he didn't say a word. I took the copy and walked towards the house.Actually, I never went to his house once.I know the address of his house and pass by it sometimes.Chaoren didn't seem to want me to go to his house, and I didn't ask why. I took the copy and rang his doorbell.It was an ordinary house, and the surname on the door plate was not the same as that of the Chaoren.The door opened and an aunt walked out.She was puzzled when she saw me. "You are……" "I am a friend of Chaoren, and the teacher asked me to bring something." She nodded knowingly and let me go inside.Thinking of Chaoren's situation, I was quite hesitant about whether to go in, and finally went through the door. An ordinary family lived there.In the living room there are sofas and a TV, and the air conditioner is on.Chaoren slept in a simple room on the second floor, but he didn't seem to be asleep.Seeing that it was me who went in, although he was a little flustered, he still said happily: "You came to see me?" The family has an older brother who is in middle school and a younger sister who is in elementary school.Outside the door came the sound of a child's footsteps going upstairs. I told Chao Ren what happened at school that day and what the teacher said.After a while, the door of the room opened and the aunt came in. "Will you stay for supper?" Even if I go back, my uncle and aunt probably won't give me a decent dinner.So I accepted the invitation. "Is Chaoren coming down for dinner too?" "Yep." "Since you know your friend is coming, let's wipe yourself off." Auntie said to the court people with some pride, and explained to me: "I was sweating all over and wanted to wipe him off with a towel, but the boy refused to take off his clothes no matter what. I really don't know what to do with him." Aunt walked out of the room. "Before you fell ill with a cold, you transferred other people's wounds?" Chaoren thought for a while and nodded.Probably the transferred scars are still on the body, so I don't want to take off my clothes. At the dinner table, Chaoren and I sat side by side.The rest of the family seemed to have finished eating.We were the only ones sitting at the table. I feel that only Chao people are out of place in this family.If it was someone else's house, they might not notice our presence and behave as usual. Chaoren didn't talk to anyone in the family, and the family didn't talk to him much.He looked like an ink blob—a black smear on a bright watercolor of a landscape. "This kid is so unlucky, you know?" My aunt is sitting directly opposite me, and she has almost done the housework.He felt Chaoren's shoulders trembling slightly. "Unlucky?" "Ah, that's it? So you don't know? After surgery, he managed to escape the hell. He was hacked by his mother with a kitchen knife." Auntie spoke these words as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with herself, similar to the rumors in the market that a housewife stabbed her husband to death and tried to kill the children together. Chaoren was right next to me, but she kept going on and on, telling me how tragic the story was, and telling me that Chaoren's mother was an ordinary housewife. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and warned her viciously not to say such things again. I was almost kicked out of the house.I walked towards my uncle and aunt's house while thinking about my parents.It was very dark around, with only a few street lights here and there.I walked through dark alleys where a street factory was heavily in debt, the owner nowhere to be found.There is also a dog corpse in the alley, which has been lying there for several days, and no one has cleaned it up until now.There were no stars in the sky, only the stench from the gutters brought by a damp cold wind. Somehow, I thought of my father.In order to transfer the injury to him, I went to the hospital where he was staying several times.But for my father who was sleeping on the hospital bed, I didn't even want to get close to him within a radius of three meters. Every time Chaoren accepted someone else's wound, he walked into the ward enduring the pain and touched the guy's cheek exposed outside the quilt.When he came out, he had stopped crying out of pain.The pain and the healing wounds were transferred to the sleeping father. Everyone hates dad.He threw things and lost his temper at every turn.Crying and shouting all day long, drinking alcohol and complaining that he couldn't survive, and often saying "I'd better die early".No one wants to approach him. I don't study well, I'm useless, and my father is like a ghost, and those bastards are always talking about it.Every time I meet a guy like that, I get into a big fight with them, but I never cry.On the day my mother left, I also suppressed crying and survived the night.But everyone hates me, the teacher, the classmates, and even the parents of the classmates. The root of all misfortunes is him.I will never forgive my father. However, I still vaguely remember the gentle look of my father when he didn't start scolding my mother and me.At that time, he was still working in the company, and he would touch my head gently from time to time.I would squat and watch while he was building the kennel, but the funny thing is, I don't have any memories of keeping dogs.This is the scene of the house I lived in before. There is a large green lawn like a carpet growing in the courtyard.My father was sawing the boards with a saw, his body was covered in sawdust, and he kept laughing at me and the dog.But I can't remember what a dog looks like anyway. Maybe these are all wild fantasies I made up.Thinking of this, I can't help but feel a little regretful.Am I just opening my eyes and daydreaming, telling myself that all this really happened?When I think about the home I live in now and my violent father, I can only feel that a time like that never existed.If so, how depressing it would be. In the dark I touched the spot on my back where the hemorrhoid used to be.Why did no one laugh at me anymore, but I became inexplicably sad again? The hemorrhoids that my father burned out with an iron were transferred to Chaoren, and now they are on himself. After that day's work, Shiho seemed unusually depressed.Sitting on the rusty swing in the park I usually go to, my masked face droops.Ask her what's wrong, but she doesn't say anything. "There are some cruel things in this world, beyond what you can imagine." She just answered like this, her downcast eyes were full of sadness, and she gently stroked her soft hair. Shiho almost cried out when he said these words, looking a little scary. To cheer her up, Tomoto told him about his ability to divert wounds.At first she thought we were joking, but was taken aback when she saw that he actually transferred the scars. "Shiho's burns can also be transferred." Chaoren's words brought a smile to her face. "Please, just three days is enough. Take away the wound on my face. I want to walk on the road with my face exposed like ordinary people." Three days later, Shiho would still take the wound back.So in the final analysis, it was just temporarily keeping the wound for her.Chaoren nodded and agreed to his request. Shiho, who was sitting on the swing, was at the same height as Chaoto.Chaoto lightly touched Shiho's face from the side of the mask, and he could smell the smell of burnt meat.In an instant, Chaoren had an ugly burn on the lower half of his face. Shiho looked at the face of the boy in front of him in shock, and slowly took off his mask.What a beautiful face. I didn't dare to face up to the number of people and burned my face.But I know he was happy to save Shiho's wound for three days.He wanted to see Shiho happy. Three days passed.But the wound on Chaoren's face did not disappear.Shiho disappeared from the town, never to be seen again. Chaoren has a handsome face, and many people love him, but since he has a scar on his face, everyone starts to avoid him.Even those who received Chaoren's treatment and removed the scars that could not be healed for life showed reluctance when thanking him, and turned their heads away not wanting to look at his face.I had no choice but to put a mask on him.Just like Shiho, the only way to feel at ease is to cover up the unbearable ugliness. The relatives who adopted Chaoren probably also asked him why he suddenly had scars on his face.But no matter how much I asked him, he still didn't say anything. When the sun went down in the evening, we greeted the teacher and walked home. Under the sky that was dyed red, the trees and houses became darker and darker because of the shadows, like silhouette paintings.Street lights were on on the road, and there was an inexplicable atmosphere in the slightly warm air, which made people unable to calm down. People stopped in front of a house that they often pass by.I don't know what kind of people live there, but it looks like an ordinary house. The windows of the house are so bright that you can feel that dinner is being prepared on the other side of the glass - you can hear the clink of cutlery and the laughter of children.The smell of food wafting from the ventilation fan reminded me of my mother. Chaoren wept silently. "I don't have a mother..." This is a dangerous place, I walked over quickly holding Chaoren's hand. "Come on, why do you say such things? When your mother comes out of prison, won't you be able to live together again?" "Why didn't Shiho come back?" "There's no way, she really can't stand it." I looked at Chaoren, he had completely forgotten my existence, and his expression became dazed.His eyes seemed to be looking far away, and he murmured: "Why is life so painful..." It was getting darker and darker, I didn't say a word, I just held Chaoren's hand, and Chaoren's exclamation kept echoing in my mind. When I got home, my uncle and aunt handed me a cardboard box, which was full of my father's stuff.These things are no longer needed, and my uncle ordered me to throw them away.The box is heavy, so I take a few steps to take a break, like walking to a dump. It is said to be a dump, but it is really just a big hole dug in a grassy clearing.No one will come to recycle waste, there is just a collection of troublesome things that we don't use in our lives.The bottom of the cave was full of garbage, and there was a strange stench all around, and swarms of bugs almost crawled into my ears and neck. I stood by the hole and turned the box upside down, and the contents fell out with a clang.My father's usual clothes and dirty and old shoes fell into the hole.A small thing I hadn't seen much was hung by the hole. I paid a little attention to it but quickly left there to escape the attack of a large group of insects. When I got home and got under the covers, my heart became extremely heavy.I threw away my father's things with my own hands.I couldn't fall asleep for a long time, I could only listen to the wind whistling outside the window. The next day, we went to the hospital where my father lived.It has been gloomy since the morning, and the sky is covered with dark clouds, like black smoke from a factory.When I went out, I heard the weather forecast on my uncle's radio saying that there would be heavy rain in the afternoon. Chaoren still looked listless.He was still wearing a long shirt and trousers that day, a dress that prevented his skin from being exposed.To hide the burns, a huge mask was placed over his tiny face. There is a gentle slope not far from the bronze statue of the hospital gate.Walking up the slope full of trees is where the ambulance is parked.It seems that no one else will come here except to carry the urgently ill patients, so it can be used for talking. I sat in the bushes and said to the court man: "Transfer the burns on your face to my dad." He wanted Chao Ren's face to heal as soon as possible, so he had to transfer the injury to his father.If people are wondering about the sudden fire on his face, let's just pretend we don't know anything. "but……" Chao people are a little embarrassed.Seeing him like this, I don't know what to do.I turned my gaze away and persuaded him: "There's no other way! You've got to get this burn out and you've got to pass it on to someone else. We can't afford to suffer like this any longer." I took Chaoren's hand and walked towards the corridor of the ward.During this time, we didn't say a word. We boarded the elevator with a man in a white coat who looked like a doctor.Is there any change in the condition of the patient upstairs?I felt a little restless for some reason.In the short time I've been upstairs, I've been thinking about my father. Even if he's fine now, he probably won't come to the teaching tour.The teacher said that it was to let the parents see that the children were living well in school.But who in this world wants to see where Chaoren and I live?Although there are still a few days before the teaching visit, I have already heard that Chaoren's aunt will be absent. It doesn't matter to anyone that we were born, lived in this town, went to school. The elevator doors opened.To the floor of the father's ward.The doctor who took the elevator together rushed out.Looking into the corridor, a nurse was waving to the doctor in front of a ward.I have an ominous premonition.The doctor should have entered the father's room. We looked in from the door of the ward.Nurses and doctors looked back to see my face.They clustered around their father's hospital bed. "you?" I ignored the doctor's words and rushed into the ward, approached my father for the first time, and saw his face.I've never seen him look so haggard, his cheeks so thin and sunken. There lay a father whom I did not know. All the previous anger and hatred quietly melted away.I know my father is dead. For some reason, an impulse surged up in my chest, making me at a loss as to what to do.No one will feel sad for his death, such a father is too pitiful. Before his death, he was not a good person.Thanks to him, my life has been messed up.However, the father who was crying and drinking because he couldn't survive is so pitiful. If even I abandon him at this time, then there will really be no one around him. Even though it's only his son, I think I'll still be sad.I hugged my father's body and cried.What I should have hated now hurts so much. I said to the people next to me: "Give me all the wounds that were transferred to Dad before..." Just use his power to do it.I just couldn't let my father die with bruises all over his body. "Sorry, I can not do it……" Chaoren shook his head and turned to leave. The doctor confirmed that the father had no pulse.His wrists were sticking out of the quilt.The moment I saw his wrist, I suddenly understood the reason why Chaoren left. Father's wrist was clean, not a single wound.There should have been many wounds that I transferred to others, but I couldn't see any of them. I lifted the quilt and untied my father's pajamas.Even the surgical scars on my father's stomach that I heard about during the conversation disappeared completely. I chased it out.Until this moment, I was deceived by Chaoren's acting skills.He always wrapped himself up in long-sleeved trousers, and it never occurred to me to see his injuries.So for a long time I was completely wrong. From the beginning, he had no intention of transferring his wounds to his father.When he came to the hospital, he just pretended to leave the wound to his father, while all the scars and wounds were still hidden deep in his body.Pain, suffering and all... Chaoren stood in front of the statue of a boy blowing a copper pipe in front of the main entrance of the hospital.He was stroking the hand of a girl in his grade who had a cast on her wrist.He transferred the girl's wound, click——with a slight sound, his wrist suddenly snapped.There was no change caused by the severe pain of the fracture in the clear eyes, just like the calm water. The girl turned her head away with a little disgust.When will she know the miracle that happened to her? I felt a drop of something cold across my cheek.On the dry stone steps, a drop of rainwater slowly spread.There was no one around, just me and Chaoren. He leaned tiredly next to the boy's portrait, breathing a little short of breath.He took off his mask and took a deep breath.His face still bears Shiho's burns, spasming ugly.But now more than that.There were countless other cuts and swellings covering Chaoren's entire face.I turned my face away, I couldn't bear to look any more. What I saw on the way here from my father's ward was a singular sight.The patient who came to the hospital for treatment suddenly stopped the pain and looked at the wound he didn't know when he would heal in disbelief.One girl rejoiced at the sudden disappearance of a severe scar she thought would never go away.A mother breathes a sigh of relief when she sees the bruises on her child disappear.Everyone's faces were filled with happy expressions, and no one noticed the boy who passed by with wounds all over his body.Chaoren touched the hands of all the wounded in the hospital and took over all the injuries. He leaned against the bronze statue and closed his eyes.Because of the severe swelling, the eyelids could not close completely. "Why do you want to do this?" I don't want to see Chao Ren's injuries increase. "Instead of making others suffer, it's better to let me bear it." After hesitating for a while, he continued: "I must be useless..." "What are you talking about..." "……look at this……" The rain was pouring down, and he took off his shirt to the person.His body was extremely miserable.Countless scars, moles, stitched scars, and discolored skin make Chao Ren look like a human being.The slightly black areas and the blue and red areas form patches of scars, which look like bumps that condense the pain of the world.Listening attentively, it seems that you can hear countless mournful cries, which makes people feel extremely miserable. He had a long scar on his stomach that looked both terrifying and glaring.Compared with the densely packed other wounds on the surface, this wound is particularly huge and glaring.Pointing to the wound, Chaoren said: "The night Mom killed Dad..." He frowned and said in pain.The rain wets his soft hair: "She gently shook me awake in the quilt. Mom took the kitchen knife and used it..." I remembered what the aunt said.Chaoren was stabbed several times by his mother and almost died.That huge wound was left at that time.He deliberately wanted to hide the wound, so he kept wearing long-sleeved trousers to prevent his skin from being exposed. The sound of an ambulance siren in the distance caused a commotion. The nerves in his left hand shook as if they were broken, and his right hand rested on his left elbow, as if he wanted to hug himself tightly.He kept shaking his head and wept bitterly. "I don't want to live like this anymore..." At that moment, I suddenly understood that Chaoren wanted to commit suicide.So before he died, he wanted to transfer as many other people's wounds to himself as possible.Heal other people's wounds and die with great pain. I shouted hoarsely: "Asato, I don't know why your mother wants to kill you, but she must have her reasons. My mother never came back, like Shiho, and they all have their reasons. We all have bad luck at some point .You are not a useless person, no!" It started to rain harder and harder.Chaoren looked at me sadly. The sound of the ambulance is getting louder and louder, deafening.Flashing red lights came into view, and the ambulance arrived at the hospital, passed by us, and drove up the ramp with patients and stopped. We looked over there at the same time.A few people in white coats were waiting at the end of the gentle slope.The red light of the revolving lamp reflected a reddish layer on the wet stone steps. He staggered towards the man and walked in the direction of the ambulance with his back turned to me.He must have received someone else's foot injury, he can barely walk normally, and standing seems to be his limit. I saw that mole on his bare back.It is my father's "masterpiece" smashed with an iron. The light of the revolving lamp invaded the field of vision, and for a moment, Chaoren's weak body blurred into a shadow. "To people!" I shouted his name.Chaoren stopped in his tracks.I was able to walk normally and caught up to him in no time, grabbing his shoulders with all my strength and trying to stop him. "Sorry." Chaoren apologized to me bitterly.The moment I touched him, I felt a sharp pain in my feet and fell to the ground.I couldn't stand up in pain.At that moment, I finally realized the unspeakable pain in his feet. Chaoren has been able to walk normally.If it were normal, he would never pass his injury on to others.I know he's made up his mind, and that scares me more than the pain in my foot. Falling down on the stone steps washed by the rain, I looked towards the end of the slope.A stretcher was lifted out of the ambulance, and there lay a young man who seemed to have been in a car accident. He was covered in blood and was dying. Chaoren approached the boy.I know what he's going to do.If the already scarred body accepts the boy's wounds, it will undoubtedly die. "……stop!" I roared and supported my body with my hands and crawled forward.The adults carrying the stretcher turned around in response.At this time, Chaoren was already very close to them. He gently stroked the blood-covered boy, with a little tenderness in his eyes. In an instant, his body swayed to the side as if it was shattered.I heard the sound of broken bones, like countless twigs being crushed, blending with the sound of rain. I yelled almost in despair.It fell to the people like a piece of falling rags. Regardless of the severe pain in my feet, I rushed to the person who was motionless, my mind seemed to be paralyzed, and I couldn't feel the pain at all. The surrounding adults didn't know what happened. They gathered around from a distance and looked at the boy with his upper body naked and covered in blood. I fell to my knees and hugged his narrow shoulders.How many people are suffering in such a small body.I burst into tears.<