C918 Flowers on the Cliff

He was adopted when he was eight, and Ivan was in junior high when he was thirteen.

These five years, and the time after five years, had not been quick and painful.

Adoptive father domestic abuse.

Not long after Ivan arrived at this house, she found that foster father liked to drink. When drinking, he liked to scold people. His voice was so loud that it was as loud as a gong. All kinds of words that greeted his parents and organs could be spat out from his mouth. If he were to scold in a carefree manner, he would fall asleep immediately. If he did not have enough fun, he would have broken something.

In the beginning, Ivan did not know that he still hit people. Until one time when her adoptive father finished throwing things, when she went to the living room to pack, her adoptive father twisted her neck and knocked her face on the coffee table with blood.

The injury was on her left forehead to her temple and she had sutured three stitches. At that time, when she arrived at the hospital, she no longer had consciousness and when she woke up, she only felt the world spinning and her ears ringing.

She looked at her adoptive mother standing in front of the hospital bed and frowned in dissatisfaction. She said to her, "I told you not to leave the room. Who can you blame if you go out yourself? You still need to waste money to be hospitalized. It's already good enough that you can go to school. You still dare to cause trouble for me. "

Ivan did not know what kind of feeling it was. She only felt that her heart was aching and stuffy. It was so stifled that she could not breathe.

It was also at that time that she finally gave up on the idea of becoming their daughter.

She stayed in the hospital for one night and was brought home by her adoptive mother the next day.

Her adoptive father was still lying on the floor of the living room, snoring loudly. There was an empty bottle of wine beside his feet, and beside his head was his drunken vomit. The entire room was filled with a sour and rotten smell.

Her adoptive mother cursed the developer for not properly designing the ventilation of the house, and cursed the narrow living room for being so disgusting that she could not use her hands and feet. She cursed Ivan for not being able to see her and cause trouble for her. She cursed the heavens and cursed the earth for her ancestors. Finally, she scolded the heartless human traffickers.

Her adoptive father was woken up by her. He didn't even see the person clearly before he kicked over. His adoptive mother was kicked until she cried loudly. She sat on the ground and cried out her darling with her heart broken.

Ivan, who was quietly watching from the side, finally understood what they meant when they said that they only had one child.

They had once had a child but the child was kidnapped by human traffickers in the shopping mall. They had searched for many years but had no news of it. In their desperation, they could only adopt a child to chat about their deep-rooted longing.

It was also not accurate to say that.

They adopted a child only because they had a child's obsession. They did not want Ivan to replace their child.

But if that was the case, Ivan's childhood might not be happy, but she could be considered lucky. After all, she had a guardian who could go to school.

But domestic violence had always been zero and countless times.

When her adoptive father realized that he could do whatever he wanted to this cheap daughter without any responsibility, Ivan welcomed her hell.

Ivan spent the darkest five years of her childhood under the punches and kicks of her adoptive father. Her adoptive mother watched coldly from the sidelines. Neighbors had nothing to do with her, classmates' violence and insults, and teachers avoided talking about it. All of these made Ivan feel that the world was extremely cold.

She missed the orphanage, and the cleaning auntie and the instructor sister there.

When she was taking care of her parents, she skipped class and ran back to the orphanage. Then, she saw a group of girls wearing white ballet dresses on a strange street.

They were about the same height as her, but they were very beautiful. Their backs were very straight, and their faces were full of smiles. Every inch of skin on their bodies... One Breathe, one look, all of them were extremely full and beautiful. They lined up in a line and were led by their teacher through the green light. When they passed by Ivan, Ivan heard them chattering about the dance performance they were about to face.

Ivan was attracted by them and followed them to the biggest square in the city.

Twelve girls danced on the open-air square stage. The audience below the stage were applauding for them and the colorful spotlight was on. It was as if all the light in the world was gathered on them.

Later on, she did not return to the orphanage, so she could not find a place. Instead, she was sent home by the traffic police.

After a beating, Ivan suddenly found the target that she wanted to persist in amidst the pain and curses.

She did not know why she told herself that she was persisting and not escaping. Perhaps she actually understood that she could not return to the orphanage a long time ago, or perhaps she felt that she could still bear the burden.

Bear with it for a while, bear with it for a while. When she went to junior high school, everything would be fine.

This inexplicable belief made her silently suffer countless times of violence, just like the flowers that bloomed on the cliff. It was dark red, and it was all the blood of the seeds.