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I frowned when I heard this: "Auntie, there are so many people in the school. If your Xiaohui was really pushed downstairs, someone should have seen it."

"No one saw it. It was after school time and there was almost no one in the school. No one saw how he fell down the stairs."

"There was no surveillance at that time. Xiaohui fell downstairs for a while before he was seen by the school security guards. He was sent to the hospital and was unconscious for many days."

"If only it had been earlier, my Xiaohui wouldn't have become a fool. My child, why is life so miserable?"

Grandma wiped away her tears again and talked like Mrs. Xianglin.

After a few words of comfort, I asked again: "When Xiaohui wakes up, he should remember who pushed him downstairs, right?"

"His head was broken, what can he remember?" Grandma shook her head bitterly.

I sighed, comforted myself for a while, and prepared to leave.

Although I sympathize with what happened to their mother and son, this incident sounds like an accident and has nothing to do with the live broadcast.

I can't keep wasting my time on this.

When grandma wasn't paying attention, I quietly put a few hundred dollars in cash under the towel covering the freezer, and then said hello to her and said goodbye.

"You're leaving now, don't you want to sit with Aunt Miao anymore?"

"I still have something to do. I'll come with you next time. Don't be too sad about Xiaohui. Now that medicine is so advanced, maybe he can be cured. When the time comes, you will know who pushed him downstairs, and your hard days will be over. ”

"If he could be cured sooner, I would have understood after all these years that this was his fate. Otherwise, he wouldn't have fallen downstairs while playing games with his classmates after school."

My grandma gave me this gift without forgetting her thoughts.

As soon as I heard the word "game", I immediately took back my step.

"Aunt Miao, you just said that Xiaohui fell down the stairs while playing games with his classmates?"

"He kept talking about it himself. He made an appointment with his classmates to play some games after school. If I asked him who he was playing with, he couldn't tell."

Seeing my eyes widening, she said again: "Young man, Aunt Miao knows you have good intentions. But after all these years, if that vicious child really had a conscience, he would have admitted it to himself a long time ago. How come he doesn't even fart now?" "

"Forget it, it's all life."

"Not necessarily, Aunt Miao. I used to be a student at the school opposite. Maybe I know something and can help you find out the truth."

"This" Grandma was stunned. I'm afraid no one has said this to her in so many years, so she couldn't react for a while.

"Can I meet Xiaohui?"

"See him?" Grandma looked confused.

"Aunt Miao, do you want Xiaohui to be stupid and stupid all his life? There was still someone taking care of her when you were here. To put it bluntly, what if she is gone?"

I advised seriously.

"If you find the murderer, you can get compensation and give Xiaohui better treatment. If he is cured, it will be a good thing for you and Xiaohui! To say the least, even if he is not cured, at least it can improve your lives."

"It's not that I don't want you to see it, it's that child. It's a bit scary now. I'm afraid you will be scared after seeing it." Grandma said worriedly.

"Aunt Miao, don't worry, I won't laugh at Xiaohui or irritate him." I promised.

People with brain problems have abnormal speech and behavior, which can sometimes be quite scary to watch. But this should not be an excuse for them to be discriminated against and ridiculed.

If given a choice, who would want to be a demented fool?

"Okay, then." Grandma finally relaxed. After looking outside, she led me to the cubicle at the back.

The small compartments are packed with stuff and are more crowded than the canteen.

Two single beds separated by an old curtain with holes in them.

Debris was piled everywhere, and clothes were hanging by the window.

There was a smaller door inside, and even though the door was ajar, the peculiar smell of the toilet still came out.

The air is filthy, mixed with the smell of musty and sweat.

Living conditions are harsh.

There was a small TV hanging on the wall, playing children's cartoons.

A very fat man was sitting on the bed, staring at the TV, with his mouth open and a silly smile.

He was obviously an adult, but he was wearing clothes with childish patterns and a small bib around his neck.

One hand was behind his back, and the other hand held a biscuit. He took a bite awkwardly from time to time, and the residue fell on his bib.

Looks silly and funny.

"Xiaohui, Xiaohui, your classmate is here to see you." Grandma walked over and touched the fat man's head lovingly.

The fat man seemed not to hear anything, staring at the TV screen and laughing, making his mouth water.

"You kid." Grandma picked up a towel to wipe off the saliva, turned around and smiled at me sheepishly.

"You see, he is just like this. Sometimes he doesn't want to deal with people."

"It's okay, Auntie, how about I try to say a few words to him?" I waved my hand nonchalantly.

"Okay, come on." Grandma came out and gave me the seat next to the bed.

The compartment was so narrow that the things under the bed were piled out, and I had to turn sideways to walk across.

Grandma handed me the stool, and I sat down beside the bed.

"Hello, Xiaohui, I'm your classmate and I used to study at Gongyuan Road Primary School." I showed a friendly smile.

Xiaohui stared at the TV screen dreamily and ignored me at all.

After thinking about it, I asked again: "Xiaohui, is the cartoon good?"

"It looks good." After a few seconds, Xiaohui finally spoke, but he didn't even look at me and answered while looking at the TV.

Little Red Riding Hood was playing on the TV. At this moment, the big bad wolf disguised as grandma was eating Little Red Riding Hood in one bite.

"Haha, another one was eaten! Good! Good!" Xiaohui laughed and clapped his hands excitedly.

Only then did I notice that there was an iron chain tied to his other hand. When he moved, the chain made a clattering sound.

After calming down, I showed a friendly smile: "I also like to watch cartoons, but watching them all the time is quite boring. Do you want to do that?"

"Shh! Don't make any noise!" Xiaohui suddenly interrupted me and put his fat finger in front of his lips, making a silencing gesture.

He stared at the TV screen with a very nervous expression.

I looked over and saw the hunter rescuing Little Red Riding Hood.

The big bad wolf was killed. The hunter cut open the big bad wolf's belly with a knife and rescued Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother.

This cartoon was made abroad. The characters are all European and American, and the painting style is also very gloomy. There are no lines in the whole process, only weird background music, which makes people feel uncomfortable.

But Xiaohui liked it very much, danced happily, and even picked up the remote control to play it again.

I paid special attention to find that this strange cartoon was not broadcast by any TV station, but was played on TV using a disc player that had long been obsolete.

Did we actually have such horrific animated discs when we were children?

Shaking my head, I tried to communicate with Xiaohui again.