818 My Ex-Boyfriend With Teddy Properties [Quick Transmigration]

1.

I am a very cold person.

I am always polite and courteous to people, neither overstepping nor alienating.

When anyone is in trouble, I will kindly ask him if he needs help, and with a decent smile on his face, people will unconsciously think: "He is really a good person."

During my study abroad, I met a Chinese-American, who exaggeratedly shouted: "Jonson, you terrific Virgin Mary, do you know how to say no?"

What Mary's disease is, I don't know.

But judging from his sarcastic tone, this should have a derogatory meaning, at least not a good word.

Do I have Virgin Mary, I don't know.

But I know that I am a very indifferent person.

I don't have a mother, I don't know what kind of person my mother is, I don't know what she looks like, whether she is gentle and elegant, or generous, or whether she still maintains a pure girlish heart as a married woman.

I don't know any of these.

All I know is that my father was a very strict man.

He asked me to learn the piano, but I couldn't learn it.Every wrong syllable, a hand.

He asked me to learn mathematics, but I couldn't learn it.Every time I miscalculated a question, I was fined without eating for a day and a night.

He taught me how to eat, not to gobble it up, not to make noise when eating soup, and how to use a fork when eating Western food.Every time he made a mistake, he became very angry.

He glared and scolded: "You are the son of my Gu Zhen, with the blood of my Gu family, don't even eat like a kid from the countryside, let alone be a lowly man like your mother!"

This is the first time I heard my father describe his mother in his ears.

At that time, his thick eyebrows were tightly frowned, his deep black eyes were full of contempt and contempt, and he spoke the most vicious words against women.

And is my mother really like that?

No, it is not.

The mother in my mind, she can knit sweaters, cook wonderful dishes, she is kind, with a faint smile on her mouth.

She is the most gentle mother in the whole world.

For more than 20 years, I have never seen my mother's appearance.

But I have become the person my father hoped for.

——Behavior is never humble or overbearing, and is always decent. Most people who know me will feel that I am a person who gets along with each other like a spring breeze.

They look up to me, envy me, envy me.

is this okay?

Maybe.

But I know that tearing off this layer of friendly shell, my heart is cold.

On the day I returned to China, I accidentally saw his photo in the personnel resume of the personnel department.

Youth looks good.

He's the best looking man I've ever seen.

Especially the inconspicuous little dimple on his left cheek.

The moment I saw this photo, I seemed to feel my heart.

Alive.

Like a dying fish that meets the water it craves.

For more than 20 years, I have lived like a walking dead, as if it was just for this moment.

The moment I met him.

2.

My name is Lu Wei.

Lu followed his mother's surname, with the single character Wei.

But in this world, few people remember my name is Lu Wei.

Most of them call me weirdo with a frown, or "hey".Even when the teacher rolls the roll in class, he will automatically skip me most of the time.

Nobody remembers me as a person with a name like them.

One day, I learned to draw sketches in art class.The teacher taught us how to change light and shadow.

When the 2b pencil was heavily painted on the snow-white paper, I suddenly realized how similar I am to that large black shadow.

The shadow was pitch black, and no one had ever noticed it.

me too.

Growing up, I didn't have any sense of existence.

I look like a passer-by, and I can meet many people, or I can be different from everyone. People who have met me once or twice, never remember seeing me.

I feel strange.

Because, sometimes, I look in the mirror myself.

Also think, who is this?

Is this me?

What kind of monster am I...

I don't have a father, my mother said my father is dead.

I don't believe it, I think she lied to me.

My father is not dead.

My father abandoned her.

My mother is a prostitute. She has a junior high school diploma and can't read two big characters.

When I was six or seven years old, I was still very young, and she didn't worry about me very much, and she couldn't take me with her to work, so she threw me into the care of a neighbor.

The neighbor is a very ordinary older woman. She often wears a conservative black dress, with a plain face, loosely tied hair, and faint wrinkles around her eyes.

She is very different from my mother.

My mother is a very iconic beauty. There are suspender dresses in various styles and bright colors in her closet, and various cosmetics are placed on the dressing table.She has an oval face, a pointed chin, a pair of peach blossom eyes looking forward, and there is a charming tear mole at the corner of her eyes.

Later I heard that although this tear mole is beautiful, it also symbolizes a person's unhappy life.

Doomed to be full of tears in this life, full of ups and downs.

But my mother was too careless.

The neighbor himself has a little daughter, who has just been born and is only three months old.She doesn't have time to take care of her own children, how could she take care of me?

When I was a child, I was prone to stumbling and stumbling when I walked. Wrestling was commonplace, and occasionally I accidentally knocked my head on the door.Most of the time, I endure it, because I know that no one loves me, no one cares about me, and crying can only annoy people.

But one day, the pain was so bad that I couldn't help it.

Willfully cried.

As I expected, no one talked to me at all.

That kind neighbor was busy feeding her baby with a bottle. She had a mother's loving smile on her very ordinary face, shaking her daughter to drink milk, completely ignoring me. Childish crying.

The child who was only a few months old hadn't grown at all, and his small face was wrinkled, like the red buttocks of the Monkey King in Huaguo Mountain. When he cried or laughed, he didn't look good.

What an ugly child.

But I think I'm uglier than her.

This jealous face is really ugly.

I'm so sick.

When I was a little older, eleven or twelve years old, my mother reassured me that I would be alone at home, so she would not go home even more.

In the past few years, although she was also busy, leaving early and returning late every day, she still knew that she wanted to go home to see me.

In the past few years, she only came home once in two or three months, and she didn't stay for a few days when she went home. She came and left in a hurry.It's the bank. bank. card she gave me, which brings a sum of pocket money every month.

I once suspected that she had a regular client, indulged in sensuality, and forgot about my son.

But the reality is so tortuous and cruel.

Mother she... got sick, very serious breast cancer.

And it's late.

Maybe it wasn't in the late stage at the beginning, but I knew that when she got sick, she was already in the late stage, terminally ill and dying soon.

In those few years, she actually went back and forth in the hospital, spending the hard-earned money earned over the years, undergoing surgery and chemotherapy, and fighting for the last deadline from God.

Because of actively trying chemotherapy.

The mother's gray hair, which was the envy of all women, was gone.

She was lying weakly on the bed, her flowery face had aged, leaving only endless exhaustion and haggardness.Only then did I realize that my mother was really old.The face without heavy makeup was covered with fine wrinkles.

Only the brown tear mole is still the same as before.

Just as charming.

She held my hand, her voice was weak, and she said with tears: "Awei, don't be like me, abandon your self-esteem, and cling to a man who doesn't like you. If you don't like it, you just don't like it. The only one who is moved is Yourself. No use."

I knew she was talking about my father.

Her father was her first love.

Her father didn't love her anymore, so he proposed to break up.

And my mother still loves this man, and for his sake, she insisted on giving birth to me, an unwanted child.

Before her mother died, she said, "Ah Wei, I hope you find someone who loves you."

I'm sorry, mother, I couldn't make it.

I can't do it, don't love him.

3.

At noon, the sky is still blue, but the scorching sun is gradually entering its twilight years.

Autumn has already entered, and the osmanthus trees near the company are in bloom, and the fragrance is ten miles away.

As usual, Zhang Ziping went to the canteen next door to buy food, and the one in front of him was his old friend Wu Yuan.

Holding the lunch box in his hand, Wu Yuan said with emotion: "Yesterday I accompanied my old mother to the hospital to see a doctor, guess who I was looking at?"

"Who else? It's not Gu Qingxi." Zhang Ziping ignored Wu Yuan's lame showmanship, and said, "He was originally a medical student. He came to us to experience life, and there are countless things to do."

Wu Yuan jokingly said: "Do you still remember the fish-flavored shredded pork he bought after queuing for a long time for that? His prince went down to the mortal world and had to line up to buy food. No one is more noble than anyone else."

Zhang Ziping frowned and pondered: "Then who?"

Wu Yuan said: "That's who, our pistachio."

Zhang Ziping shook his head, expressing that he did not remember.

Wu Yuan sneered at him, and just about to say the name of the pistachio, his throat suddenly choked.

The name is clearly on the lips, but I can't remember it.

Wu Yuan touched his nose resolutely, thinking, it's really strange.

4.

In the aisle of the surgical outpatient department of the hospital, there were people coming and going, and he answered the phone absently.

And the person on the other end of the phone made him feel depressed.

Gu Qingxi raised her finger, pulled lightly, and loosened the button of the shirt inside the white coat: "Well, okay, go home for dinner tonight."

At this time, a young man in black uniform came in a hurry and passed him by.

Gu Qingxi was silent.

The person on the phone got angry and said, "Are you listening to your father?"

Gu Qingxi suddenly closed her eyes, supported the wall of the hospital corridor, and squatted down with difficulty.

"Father... I feel so bad."

Gu Zhen on the other end of the phone was breathless. This was the first time his stubborn son spoke to him with such a fragile voice.

Gu Zhen was a little nervous, and said, "What's wrong? Why are you uncomfortable?"

Gu Qingxi took a heavy breath, like a drowned fish.

"I have no idea……"

I should know, but I really don't know.

Why, my heart suddenly hurts so much.