Mom is very beautiful, she never laughs. Mom has something to worry about, and sometimes she hides alone in the house to wipe her tears.
The little boy was three years old, and his mother told him stories: "The Pony Crosses the River", "The Crow Drinks Water", and "The Rooster and the Fox". He loved listening to his mother telling stories the most.
The little boy was three years old, and his mother held him and sang songs over and over again. He loved listening to his mother sing the most.
Only mothers are good in the world.
A child with a mother is like a treasure
Put into my mother's arms
Can't enjoy happiness
Only mothers are good in the world
A child without a mother is like a grass...
As she sang, my mother was crying.
Suddenly, my mother stroked the little boy with her hands and asked:
"Hua'er, is it better for mother to live or die..."
"Mom, why do you die?" the little boy asked curiously.
"Because, my father is very fickle, because my father doesn't love my mother, because my father is not good to my mother..." My mother began to wipe her tears again.
"Mom, are you crying?" the little boy asked.
"No, mom didn't cry, it was because sand was in my eyes." Mom said.
"Mom, mom, did you fall asleep after you die?" the little boy asked again.
"Yes, not..." said Mom.
"No, Hua'er doesn't want her mother to die, Hua'er wants her mother to live. Hua'er wants her mother to sing to Hua'er every day, tell stories to Hua'er every day, and make delicious food for Hua'er every day...
"Hua'er, if so
Mom is gone, you have to be fine. Mom just goes to heaven, Mom will come back to see her..." Mom said, and she began to touch her tears again.
"No, no! I don't want it, I don't want my mother to die, I want my mother to live, I want you to live...
....
That day, there were many people around the doorstep. Someone wiped tears and said to the little boy: "Hua'er, your mother is looking for a shortcoming..."
But for some reason, the little boy not only didn't cry, but also his mother was watching TV and acting, which seemed to be fake. Maybe her mother just fell asleep and she would wake up...
….
Everyone exclaimed, what's wrong with her? How could she bear to leave such a young child? Everyone paniced and put down her mother's scene. The little boy was still stupid. The mother fell asleep. She would wake up. She would still
Wake up...
"Mom, you wake up, you wake up, okay? I want you to wake up..."
....
My mother left, the person who loved him the most was gone, and she stopped singing. This little boy, a child without a mother, was like a grass...
The little boy has grown to seven or eight years old.
One day after school, he carried his schoolbag and wore dirty and torn clothes. He walked behind a few friends who were more gorgeous than him. Suddenly, the friends in front stopped and they were
Waiting for the little boy in torn clothes to pass by them behind him, then several other friends shouted:
"Hanging ghost, hanging ghost..."
"Who are you talking about?" Then the little boy wearing old clothes shouted wide-eyed.
"I have a way to say it again!"
"Hanging ghost! Hanging ghost!..." Several friends chirped.
"I didn't hear it!" the little boy in old clothes said again. "Can you speak closer to my ears?"
The little boy wearing old clothes was holding a small stone tightly in his hand. He smashed the little boy's head with his fist holding the small stone hard, and blood flowed out along his cheeks, a few small
The partner was so scared that he ran away, and the little boy wearing old clothes ran away quickly.
In the next three days, the little boy who hit people with stones kept his schoolbag and did not go to school every day, and hid in the bridge hole under the road all day. It was not until his father found out that he was really like that, he was sent to school by his father again...
….
"In fact, the little boy wearing old clothes is me. My childhood time is also spent in self-sadness, misfortune and darkness. However, the memories of childhood are so unforgettable, it has always been hidden in my heart, sometimes
It's really depressing, and sometimes I can't control myself, and I really want to find someone to tell you...
Later, when we went to school, the tall boy consciously showed kindness to me. The boy was named Yuan Xiaoqing. His family was not far from my house and was considered a neighboring village. From then on, we became good friends and fought at that time.
No one dares to ask the three words "hanged ghost" in front of me again..." I said to Feng Ling.