Collection of essays

(Reminder: The era of this article is fictional, not modern, if some things are not in line with reality, please don’t care)

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An Xiao went from the morning to the evening, from the high sun to the beginning of the lanterns.

She walked a lot and thought a lot.

She also thought about whether she could just go on like this, go on, leave the city, leave the mother who made her feel cold.

But she still stopped.

She was tired, tired, and hungry.

She kind of wants to go home.

There is still some luck in my heart, and I still look forward to it. Her mother is now at home, waiting for her anxiously, worried about her safety.

Maybe my mother has already prepared a table of meals, and she kept looking at the door by herself, and glanced at the food from time to time, worrying that she would not be able to eat when the food was cold.

An Xiao imagined a lot, many beautiful scenes.

Unfortunately, everything is not what she thought.

But only she thought.

When she finally returned to the community where her home was located, she looked up and found that the lights in the house were dark.

She looked at the sky and surroundings, and there were few lights, so she estimated that it would be late at night.

Then, maybe her mother fell asleep when she was tired?

An Xiao made excuses for her mother, then went upstairs and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?" came the mother's inquiry from inside.

"Mom, it's..." Before the last word "I" was uttered, there was a furious roar from inside: "Get out of here! I don't have you, a disobedient child! Didn't you leave! What are you doing back here! Get out!"

An Xiao's body froze for a moment, she stood there blankly, listening to her biological mother yelling at her through a door, she just felt like falling into a cold pond.

From heart to body, I was completely cold.

All because she had cut her hair, against her mother's wishes for the first time.

Her mother, don't recognize her?

An Xiao suddenly felt that the whole world had become absurd and strange.It was as if she had suddenly fallen into another world. The mother who was kind and gentle to her yesterday had turned into such an unreasonable strange woman overnight.

An Xiao couldn't help but look up at the house number, confirming again and again that this was indeed her home, the place where she grew up.

An Xiao suddenly wanted to laugh.

She did the same, laughing so hard that tears welled up in her eyes.

"Mom, are you sure that you won't recognize me as a daughter because I cut my head against your wishes?" She couldn't breathe from laughing, so she had to hold the door and asked.

"That's not all I care about! You little girl, what kind of size do you keep! Go out and let others know how I am going to behave! I don't want this face anymore! Everyone will know that I have raised a pervert! Crazy! I don’t look like a girl at all! They will laugh at me to death! It’s because of you! Don’t come into my house until your hair grows back! Otherwise, I don’t care if you buy a wig! As long as you restore me to a girl You look good!" Mother shouted loudly from the door, but her tone was obviously a little softer than before.

But An Xiao still thought it was ridiculous.

It turned out that it was just because of fear of losing face?

Just because of this, can she give up her own, biological, daughter?

An Xiao squatted on the ground with a smile, her hands wrapped around her knees, tears wet the fabric on her knees.

After laughing for a long time, she stood up, wiped her tears, and said to her mother who was scolding her lunatic inside: "In that case, then, I will do what you wish."

After finishing speaking, she turned around, and one step at a time left the home that rejected her; one step, one step left the home that chilled her heart; one step, one step left the home that raised her .

Finally, An Xiao stood at the gate of the community, looking at the vast sky and the boundless land, feeling a deep sense of confusion.

Overwhelmed.

An Xiao didn't know where she was going now, and where she could go.

His parents divorced a few years ago, and later he heard that his father had a new family, so it would be inappropriate for him to bother him like this; as for his mother's house, just because of his mother's appearance, An Xiao didn't dare to worry about it. What hope.

She had no choice but to do so first, walking aimlessly.

There will always be a result, good or bad.

She suddenly remembered such a sentence in a book she had read.

There will be a result.

There will always be a result.

She comforted herself like this.

Finally, after thinking about it, I went to a nearby park.

Decided to live there for a night.

The author has something to say:

Today is the ninth.

I believe in him, believe that he will come back.

So I wait for him.

So I look forward to it.