"Mute, listen carefully, the An family is mine, and I am yours. If I give birth, you have to live well. If I want to go to hell, you have to follow me well."
When An Feng was 12 years old, he went back to his hometown in Anhui with his grandfather to worship his ancestors, and bought a little boy on the way.
"Grandpa, let's buy him." This was the first time An Feng felt pitiful for a person.
Faced with his grandson's request, An Zhen did not refuse. Raising a child in An's family was as simple as raising kittens and puppies, just to feed him.
The child huddled in a corner of the car, not daring to raise his head or speak. He knew that from the moment he was bought, he was An Feng's object, an object that could not speak.
"Tell me, what's your name?" An Feng's words were commanding.
The little mute pointed to his mouth and waved his hand to indicate that he could not speak.
"I will be called a mute from now on," An Feng said very firmly, and he was right. "I am An Feng, and you are mine, remember?"
The little mute nodded vigorously. He was afraid of being beaten, so he was afraid that he would make his master unhappy.
No matter how old he grows, the little mute knows that his master is An Feng and that he is his pet, and he does not dare to think too much about it.
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Many years later, they all grew up, An Feng became more cold and unruly, and the little mute became more pitiable.
"You are not mute, are you lying to me?"
Facing the master's question, the little mute licked An Feng's lips in fear, hoping to seek mercy.
That's it, after so many years, the little mute still feels that he is a pet, the dog held by An Feng and the cat that ravaged him.
Intention: as precious as treasure