Anak adalah waktu yang murni dan bebas, penuh dengan kebahagiaan, bermain, riang, dan penuh harapan untuk masa depan. Tapi di mata berusia lima tahun ini, anak ini tidak begitu indah hidupnya. setiap hari dia menghadapi pemukulan, dengan kelaparan di perutnya, ini adalah wajah yang tidak berani menghadapi mata orang lain, sebuah wajah yang melihat orang lain bersenang-senang dan bermain, sementara ia sendiri terkunci di dalam sepanjang hari..Hidup mereka lebih buruk dari pada kematian, tubuh mereka ditutupi penuh dengan memar dan luka, dan di mata mereka, ayah mereka adalah setan
Quansheng adalah seorang pelukis. Ibu dua anak ini sudah meninggalkan dua tahun yang lalu.. ke dua bocah setiap hari meratapi sakitnya siksa dari orang tuanya...
The front door is tightly closed, I was only able to sneak in the back, the second open window is the kids' home.
Childhood is a pure and free time, it should be full of happiness, playing, carefree, and full of hope for the future. But in the eyes of this five year old, childhood isn't so beautiful. All he faces each day is his father's beatings; is the hunger in his belly; this is a face that does not dare to face other people's eyes; a face that sees other people having fun and playing, while he himself is locked inside all day.
When I burst into the room, I simply couldn't believe my eyes, was this a home or a torture chamber. Blood was everywhere. Some was fresh, some had already dried.
The child has been beaten so that he is covered with injuries, with fresh wounds and old wounds mixed together.
The child has been beaten so that he is covered with injuries, with fresh wounds and old wounds mixed together.
These feet were just cut by his father using needles and scissors. Upon seeing them now, I can't help but cry! Why?! Why?! Why did I have to see such a terrible thing?!
The child has been beaten so that he is covered with injuries, with fresh wounds and old wounds mixed together.
The child has been beaten so that he is covered with injuries, with fresh wounds and old wounds mixed together.
This is the broom that was just used to hit the child. It has been broken, there is blood all over the floor.
This is the children's father, Yang Quansheng. He's from Jiangxi, he came to Ningbo to work. He is a painter. The two children's mother already left the family two years ago, fleeing his beatings.
I asked him: How long have you been beating the children? He said: Three years. I asked: In these three years, do you beat them often? He said: Almost every day.
After removing the child's clothes, and cleaning the wound, the child's knife, needle, scissor, club, etc. injuries made the attending nurses cry loudly, and infuriated the attending doctors.



When the doctor was stitching up the child's wounds, anaesthetic wasn't used so recovery would be quicker. The child was strong throughout, never making a single whimper, or shedding a single tear.

The child's experiences and strength moved the entire hospital, with everyone present shedding tears. A helpful ayi (auntie) dressed the child, and brought some bread and milk for the children to eat. An old grandmother said while crying: "The child is only five years old and has already met this hardship, and undergoing surgery without anesthesia is something even adults could not endure without screaming. Yet this child did not even shed a tear. How could there be a father like this? The children's live worse than dogs."
In less than five minutes, a large bag of bread was finished, the sister said to me: They haven't eaten in two days. They have never eaten this bread before. It was really delicious. Only later after asking more questions did I learn that aside from noodles, they have never eaten much of anything else.


















