Chapter 3611: scar

Luffy smiled bitterly. "This stupid cow is really pitiful. Not only is he rejected by his family, but also by the villagers. I feel like he is like a bereavement dog, driven by people. He didn't even dare to appear in the villagers' In the field of vision. A person who lives to this point is really to the point where people hate dogs."
Mo Yue sighed, "Yes, but in this world, there are not too many cases of being rejected by everyone because of intellectual disability. There is no way, human beings are after all an animal that likes to reject the same kind."
Luffy sighed, "So, the silly cow is too pitiful. The reason why he fell into living in a pigpen eating pig food, and even falling in love with pigs, is entirely because the villagers have been repelling him and refused to accept him. The terrible result that led to it."
The village chief sighed, "Okay, don't say anything, let me continue. Uncle sighed, silly boy, you have been talking for a long time, and I understand all your thoughts. Everyone is indeed unfair to you. But , This is also determined by the current social conditions. If you find the root cause, it is - your mother shouldn't give birth to you. She knows that you are likely to be a child with a defective IQ, but still decides to treat you It was a mistake in itself to be born. The silly Niu'er said angrily, yes, all of this was because of my mother, who had to give birth to me regardless of the doctor’s reminder, she was too much. A mother like this, who doesn't think about the future of her child at all, is just a bastard. After the silly cow finished speaking, she gritted her teeth so angry that she is not worthy to be a mother. The uncle coughed twice and laughed, stupid. Child, I remember what we talked about before, there are two things that people cannot choose, one is their own parents, the other is their own children. Silly cow sneered, wrong, there is one more, and brothers and sisters also cannot Picked. Uncle nodded, yes, you understand all these principles, so I don’t need to say any more. You can’t choose these three. Since they are your blood relatives in this life, you have to take everything they give you. Accept, whether they give you unlimited pain and torture, or a happy and warm life, you have to accept it. Because you are related to them, you are a family. Silly cow laughs, uncle, you are right It’s so good. I was forced into a pigpen and lived with pigs because of my family. However, I no longer resent them. I want to say thank you. If it weren’t for them. Desperately squeezing me out, I believe I will not have the courage to go out of the house and live with pigs. In your opinion, my current life is absurd. However, I think that I am happy now. Because of being In the pigsty, at least I won’t see people’s despising eyes, I can’t hear people’s cold words, and no one will come to the pigsty to beat me with a hoe, a pick, a sickle and a pole. In a pigsty, I’m at least Safe. Uncle sighed and stopped. You are so ridiculous. Hiding in the pigpen and living with pigs is essentially an escape, because you can’t find warmth in human society, so you give up Human beings build up emotions and go to the pigsty and mingle with pigs. This is actually a performance of a coward. You are a coward, understand? Silly cow laughs, uncle, are you making me laugh? You Say I am a coward, say I don’t have the courage to establish emotions with humans, what I want to say is, I have the courage to approach humans, for example, the villagers, I am willing or even willing to approach them and help them, but how do they return me? Show this to you and you will understand everything. Silly Niu'er raised his arm and showed the uncle the scars on his arm. Uncle looked down and found that the silly Niu'er's arm full of sludge had healed scars. , Looks shocking, silly cow smiles bitterly, uncle, and my face, my forehead, look carefully, how many scars there are. Uncle frowned, look carefully, isn’t it, silly cow There are many scars on my arm and face. Those dark purple scars are like grieving women, telling their stories silently. It's just that those stories are inseparable from the various atrocities of the villagers. Although the wounds have healed long ago and are not bleeding, the memories left in the heart of the silly cow still have pain. Seeing these scars, the uncle sighed, and his voice was trembling. These scars, I mean, are the scars on your face and body left after the villagers beat you? Silly cow smiled bitterly, then, how do you think these scars come from? Could it be that I abused myself and left it? Uncle sighed, then they are too cruel, they are so to you, you are only a child. The silly cow smiled bitterly, yeah, I was only a child, so they hit me hard, not caring about my feelings. And the scars on my body are far more than these, because I am not wearing clothes, my body is full of mud, covering those ugly scars, and also covering the atrocities they committed to me. In fact, the scars on my body are even more. Many, not only are there many scars on my legs, but there are also marks of burns from their cigarette butts. Uncle surprised, they? Who are you talking about? Did they burn your legs with cigarette butts? It's too much. The silly cow sighed. I meant them to refer to the little in the village, those nasty bastards, who did nothing all day long, grabbing me and torturing me every day, and it became their only pleasure. At first, they just beat me, I hung on the old locust tree at the head of the village and beat them. Gradually, the beatings could no longer satisfy their perverted desires. So, I don't know which of them opened the head first. They planned to burn me with cigarette butts. They hung me up, surrounded me, each dangling smoke, blowing clouds and mist, choking me out of breath. Then they used cigarette butts that were still flaming, and pressed them one by one on my body and legs. When the red cigarette butts were pressed into the flesh, they immediately pierced, and the pain made me almost cry. The sound became a piece of sound, and I felt the skin and flesh on my body were numb. The smell of burnt skin poured into my nasal cavity. It was the smell of barbecue, but ironically, the smell of barbecue. It actually came from me. Uncle, if it were you, would you feel ironic too? The smell of that fragrant barbecue came from me. You know, when I was hungry, and when I was groaning with hunger, the smell of meat actually came from me. This is simply a big irony. When the silly cow said this, he raised his neck and laughed. "