The little boy's sparkling eyes suddenly dimmed. He didn't know what he was thinking. In fact, Ethan didn't know if his words were useful, but he knew that trauma must be avoided at this time... Suddenly the boy said: "Brother, why did you come in? Are you afraid? Are you afraid of people or things?"
Shi'an lowered his eyes slightly, then slowly raised his head, smiled, and said lightly: "My father left, my mother doesn't like me, and raised me and my sister separately when I was young. I really like my sister. I came here because I was in pain, and I didn't know how to give my sister a good life. So I was sent here. Because they thought I had a problem and needed treatment..." Shi'an made slight modifications and optimized the language, trying to find some resonance with the child.
The boy lowered his head and murmured, "My parents don't like me either. They think I'm stupid, but I really... tried very hard... I don't want to be beaten, and I also hope that when I do well, they will encourage and praise me. Brother, look, this is my certificate! Three Good Students!" He took out a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket and stuffed it to Shi'an.
Ethan unfolded the paper. It was obvious that the paper had been unfolded and crumpled many times. Many places were blurred by creases, but what could be seen clearly was Grade 6, Three Good Students... Chu something... Ethan smiled and touched his head... "You are really great. Why do you want to escape when you are so great? Maybe it's a pity for that little girl that she can't be in the same class with you."
The little boy blushed slightly, lowered his head and said, "She...she is much taller than me...I also want to grow taller...Big brother, I'll tell you a secret." Then he looked around and said, "My parents said they wanted to divorce after a quarrel. Do you think if they separated, I would be much better off than I am now?"
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