Xia Junlin stood there in despair for a long time, then slowly squatted down and held his head with both hands.
What should I do? My eyes hurt so much. My head hurt so much. My stomach hurt too. But that place, the place where there was a hot and blazing organ beating vigorously, seemed to have dug a hole.
Empty.
It seemed like waves of cold wind were pouring in, and a steady stream of energy flowed out. It made me feel like I was about to suffocate.
Xia Junlin, how can you be so useless? But I... feel really uncomfortable.
I can never forget that year, the wrinkles in the corners of my mother’s eyes became more and more frequent, and the sighs became more and more frequent at night. I could always wake myself up from my dreams when I was not sleeping deeply. I can never forget that when I returned from school, When I was at home, I would always accidentally catch my mother's red eyes, knowing that she was crying, but still pretending not to care. I will never forget that day, the man whom I called my father for more than ten years, brought someone else with me. A woman walked into my home. She touched my head with a smile. I shook it off in disgust, but what I got was a cold snort and a glare from my father. But the woman took my mother's place without caring, and she He couldn't protect himself either, as the child brought by that woman robbed him of his father's little love.
However, it is the hardest thing to forget...
The mother screamed at the top of her lungs, her eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and blood flowed faintly from the corners of her mouth, until she finally dropped her hands feebly.
It took so long and she suffered for so long. But until her death, the man she cared about never appeared again.
He was with another woman, and his son.
So, are we always the forgotten ones?
No, it's not.
When his mother was dying, she didn't say to him, Jun Lin, you should live well; she didn't say, Jun Lin, don't be sad, grow up well; and she didn't say, Jun Lin, be obedient and don't miss your mother.
All she talked about was that man, the man who had failed her.
So, am I the only one who has always been forgotten?
Yes, yes. Only you, only you.
So I hate him very much, I have always hated him, and more importantly, I hate that man.
So that day Ji Shaoyou asked us why there were only three houses for the four of us.
She thought, am I willing? Then Chun Yunan, am I willing?
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