Even if she was too harsh on me for torturing me all these years, I should still thank her.
She said that I will always owe her my life. I feel that she owes me my life!
Thinking about the past, the family relationship that I cared about and valued the most turned out to be the biggest lie to lie to me.
Is that thing that was once deeply hidden in your heart a stubborn persistence or a firm belief?
Ha. I don’t dare to think about it.
The person I once cherished has now become the person who hates me the most.
No matter how harshly they treated me, I will never hate them, even now.
Even if she deceived me, hurt me, or even destroyed me, the family love that I once thought was blood thicker than water is still a comfort that I can't let go of in this life.
So, just yesterday, I knelt down to my mother and said very solemnly, "I apologize to you on behalf of my biological parents! I'm sorry!"
Just yesterday, I bowed my head to her and nodded, "Thank you for your support over the years. Thank you."
My mother just looked at me, then turned and left without leaving a word.
I stood at the top of the stairs and looked at his swaying body. She was trembling, trembling violently.
Maybe it is this secret that has been hidden in her heart for a long time that is torturing her. Now, this secret is handed over to me. This woman who has experienced half a lifetime of vicissitudes can finally be freed. And next, I will be the one who will suffer. I will carry this secret, and then
Until they enter the coffin and rot in their hearts together.
Maybe I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I didn’t even know the cigarette ashes fell on my pants.
I threw the burned cigarette butt in my hand, threw it on the ground and crushed it hard. I refused to stop until the little bit of fire turned into ashes.
I took out a cigarette from the cigarette case. I touched my pocket and found that I didn't know where the lighter was.
It's really annoying to have a cigarette in your mouth, only the cigarette but no product, you can only look at it but not eat it.
I bit the cigarette holder twice, broke the cigarette angrily, and threw it on the ground.
At this time, I accidentally saw a man squatting in the corner not far away, smoking silently. One puff after another, and from time to time, he poked his head out to look at the door of the court, as if he was waiting for something, and he didn’t know what he was waiting for.
.
I selfishly wanted to borrow a fire, so I walked over to him.
He bent down and patted his shoulder, "Brother, lend me a light..."
The man, who had his back to me, slowly raised his head.
My words were stuck when I saw his face clearly.
"Fang Ya!" I looked at him in surprise.
He was wearing an exaggerated white T-shirt, washed white jeans, and a pair of mud-stained old Beijing cloth shoes. His hair, which was originally relatively short to medium length, was shaved off, and stood upright, with a few
He looks domineering. He has a beard on his cheeks and looks more mature. He has lost the childishness of a big boy and is full of masculinity.
He also seemed particularly surprised when he saw me, and his first thought after being surprised was to run.
Throw away the cigarette butts in your hands and run away.
"Hey, Fang Ya, don't run!" I followed closely behind Fang Ya. I saw the distance getting farther and farther.
It was inconvenient for me to wear high heels. I accidentally tripped on a stone and fell to the ground with an ouch. My ankle twisted and hurt like needles.
Hearing my screams, Fang Ya turned around. Looking at it like this, her conscience is still there.
I sat on the ground, rubbed my ankles, and deliberately screamed at the top of my lungs, "It hurts! Ah! Ah! It really hurts. My ankle is so twisted that it's about to break. Ouch!"
Fang Ya, who originally ran more than ten meters away, scratched his head and hurried back.
I glanced at him and smiled slyly, "Are you running away? Why are you coming back?"