Memory, about 2 or 3 years old, began to sprout and grow strong, so as to record the owner's life experiences.

Whether it is joy, pain or torture. But for some reasons, memory always remembers those sad and deplorable things.

For example, the child's clothes fell off, gone to the toilet that was not flushed. And pets again frantically demolished the house without mercy...

She seems to have followed this principle too, so that the whole 7 years... oh no, it still affects her to this day - The Joint Bullying Trauma.

Yu Ruoling is very special.

Most people's brain memory areas have been consolidated from the year and a half before entering the kindergarten. But she still remembers what happened when she was 8 months old.

Of course, this is not a good thing.

The message, she said, "I often recall this, every moment and every night. Painfully enjoying that feeling of being humiliated.”

I looked at her and turned a pen around on my hand, trying to find something in her eyes. But no. This high school student's face was the legendary "facial paralysis" from beginning to end. And I thought again, how campus bullying is accepted silently by everyone？

It is like boiling a frog in warm water, until the victim gets used to it, accepts it, and then dies unsuspecting and noticing it.

Well, there is one thing we have discussed and analyzed for a long time, but we can't come up with an answer.

"Why does she deserve to be cast aside by others？Or, why should she be made a tool for everyone's dream？"

You may not agree with this sentences, but the hand of the truth has long exposed the cruelty in the bullying field—most people think it is childish and unnecessary grievances.

From the day Yu Ruoling entered the kindergarten, she has strangely unpopular. Her classmates don't like her, teachers don't like her, and she has already tried her best to join her peers. Don't you always start with "Hi！" or "Hello！" when you know someone？

She was very puzzled, but unfortunately, as a child at that time, she was "naive" and she just stuffed it into her stomach and didn't tell anyone. Therefore, Yu Ruoling's three regrettable years in kindergarten passed just like this.

She doesn't have any friends, and almost all of her classmates hate her.

I'm a little surprised, because don't humans follow this principle - or an unwritten convention - to make friends like this？

Different people have completely different results.

At that time, Yu Ruoling had not yet escaped from her peers, and it was estimated that 90 percent of the reason was because her mother was pregnant again.

Based on this expectation, she wanted to protect her younger brother. So in her second year of kindergarten, she actively communicate with her classmates. Even though the results were still unsatisfactory.

Yu Ruoling felt that she was not in too much pain during that period, but she was still a little sad.

Then, her brother was born. She suddenly felt that her life was bright and beautiful again, and she didn't care about all the troublesome things！

Even if the newborn baby cried and wanted to drink milk in the middle of the night, Yu Ruoling could silently get up and squat beside the crib, silently watching him finish drinking a bottle of milk. Then, with a smile, she reaching out and poking his brother's cheek, going back to sleep.

Childhood experiences, let a piece of pure white paper, the five words "endurance" and "love brothers and sisters" are written with force.

At the same time, the gene that controls migraine in Yu Ruoling's body suddenly broke out.

The first headache was in the third year of kindergarten. Because of her patience, she didn't tell anyone. It was felt like something stuffed in head, and gone to explode. She instinctively pressed her head quietly, and almost vomited out. Since then, migraines have been a problem for her.

In September 2009, Yu Ruoling began to study in elementary school. It was also at this time of elementary school that she crashed into the first and second despair that really belonged to her in her life.

Here, I think, was the first page of tragedy of her story.