Jin Jingcheng named this sixth short story "Shier Gallery"

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As soon as he was born in a rural area in South Korea, his parents divorced when he was ten years old, his father re-established his family, and his mother married a wealthy man.

Since the age of ten, I was supported by my grandparents as soon as I asked. However, my grandparents could only provide him with the simplest living material and could not give him the care of his parents spiritually.

As soon as he asked, he became more and more lonely, and he suffered from autism and was afraid of meeting people. The teachers and classmates in the school made him feel terrible, and even when facing his grandparents, he felt burdened.

The only thing that makes Du Yiqiu feel relaxed is that painting, and painting has become his only spiritual sustenance.

At the age of fourteen, my grandfather died of a heart attack, which made Du Yiqiu feel even more insecure and more autistic.

After my grandfather passed away, my grandmother couldn't support me, so I was taken away by my father.

I asked to live with my father, stepmother, and younger brother. The so-called younger brother is the son born by my stepmother and ex-husband.

The stepmother hates it and asks for something good to buy, and never gives it to him, but only his daughter.

Even my father, under the strength of his stepmother, was not good at asking for anything.

There is no way. The family now mainly relies on their stepmother to make money. Not only does my father not make money, he is also an alcoholic and has no say at home.

When I was fifteen years old, I asked for high school. For the first time, I asked my father to ask for some money and wanted to buy a bicycle for myself. My father secretly gave the money. As a result, when I asked for a bicycle in a bicycle shop, my stepmother suddenly appeared and dragged him away.

When he got home, his stepmother confiscated all the money he asked for and scolded his father.

The next day, my father told Du Yiqu: "I'll give you some money. You can leave. Don't stay with me anymore. Go to your mother and ask her to raise you. After my mother and I divorced you, you have been raising me for five years. It's your mother's turn to continue raising you."

As soon as he asked for silence, he didn't say a word. After a while, he took the money given by his father to find his mother.

After my mother got into a wealthy house, she moved to the city.

Over the past five years, my mother has only asked for him once a year on average. Every time she meets, she buys him a set of clothes and shoes, and that's all.

Five years later, when the fifteen-year-olds ask for money, he takes the money given by his father, and carry a luggage to the city to find his mother.

I asked for it but didn't know where my mother lived in the city.

So he took out a shabby note, which was the note his mother had given him, with her mobile phone number on it.

I thought I would never call this phone in my life, but this time he had to call it.

The phone call was connected. When he explained his purpose, he was rejected by his mother. The mother asked him to find his father and said that raising his son was his father's business.

I was reluctant to go to find my father, so I found a dilapidated hotel in the city alone.

In the next few days, I would call my mother every night, and I would be scolded by my mother on the phone.

Until the tenth call, my mother finally had no choice but to give him an address.

So that night, I asked for my luggage and left the dilapidated hotel and came to a community in the city.

My mother has an apartment in this community, which was bought by the rich man for her.

As soon as I asked, my mother thought she had married this wealthy man, but now I realized that my mother had always been the lover of this wealthy man, and this wealthy man had his own family.

He felt that his mother was like a bird, kept by a wealthy man in an apartment, and the apartment was like a bird cage.

My mother did not ask Du Yi to live with her apartment, but rented him a single room nearby and let him live in this single room.

He knew that his mother was afraid that the wealthy man would be dissatisfied with him. She didn't even dare to tell the wealthy man about raising him, but did it quietly.

So, in the next year, I went to high school and lived in a single room.

My mother only came to see him once a week, and didn't stay long each time. She just said a few words to him and then gave him some living expenses.

As soon as I asked, I was more lonely than before, so naturally, his autism became more serious.

When I was sixteen years old, one evening, I asked to return to the single room from school after school and found two people standing at the door of the single room waiting for him.

One is his mother, the other is a middle-aged man with a vicious face, and he is the rich man who is beside his mother.

Obviously, the wealthy man discovered that his mother secretly raised him.

That evening, in front of him, the rich man beat his mother. He rushed forward to protect his mother, but was beaten by the rich man.

After the fight, the rich man scolded him: "Get back to your own house."

After scolding, the rich man dragged his mother away.

I sat in a daze on the windowsill of the single room, which was a single room on the third floor.

He really wanted to jump directly from the windowsill so that he would not have any worries, no longer be lonely, and no longer be lonely.

But he was very afraid. He was not afraid of death itself, but the process of fear of death. To be honest, he was afraid of pain.

How painful it would be to jump off the third floor and fall to death!

But he finally plucked up the courage because he felt that even if the pain was, it would be better than living alone like this.

However, when he was about to jump off the building, the goddess suddenly descended.

A very beautiful young woman happened to pass by downstairs and saw him jumping off the building.

The beautiful woman shouted: "You don't want to jump off a building, do you? How good it is to live, you must not do such stupid things."

He stood on the windowsill and stared at her downstairs in a daze.

She stood downstairs and looked nervously at him upstairs.

After a while, he decided not to jump off the building. He suddenly didn't want to die because he suddenly discovered that there were still beautiful things in this world.

He fell in love with her beauty, her purity, and her eyes as watery as water.

That night, he couldn't help but inquire about her news in the community, and the news was soon found.

Because she is a famous female singer, to be precise, she is a female idol, and is a member of a girl group.

Her name is Chen Shier, she is twenty-six years old this year, and she is ten years older than Du Yike.

Maybe it’s really fate. Chen Shier has settled in Seoul for a long time, but this city is her hometown and she goes home several times a year.

That night, Chen Shier happened to go home to visit him. When she met him, she wanted to jump off the building and commit suicide. After appearing, she only shouted a word and rescued him.

The next morning, I asked not to go to school, but quietly stayed downstairs of Chen Shier's house, waiting for Chen Shier to come out.

Chen Shi'er came out, but she asked for it but didn't dare to see her, so she hid quietly.

He was in the dark and saw her getting into a nanny car.

He knew that she was going back to Seoul.

So that afternoon, when I asked, I put on my luggage, left my hometown, and boarded the train to Seoul alone.
Chapter completed!