Rebirth Curve Siege

ber. (it was the coldest day in december)

I was 7 years old.

Ever since I could remember, I knew that the relationship between my father and my mother was not good. My father seldom stayed at home, and my mother seldom stepped out of the house.

Every time, I can see my mother sitting on the rattan chair and looking out the window in the attic. It is a damp and cold place. spider web.

There is always a smile on the corner of my mother's mouth, gently sweeping away all the timidity in my heart with the light like the sun.

"Yujun, why don't you go to morning class today?" Seeing me from the corner of her eye, she turned her head and asked softly.

With two short legs, I wobbled to her feet, grabbed a piece of fabric on it, and said in a timid voice: "Yesterday someone said that I am a bastard without a father, oh mother! I really am Is it wild?"

A gentle and slightly callused hand gently covered my head, and a feeling of extreme peace of mind flowed down from the top of my head to my limbs and bones in an instant, "No! Xiao Yujun has a father, and it's just his job. I'm too busy, so I don't come to see you often."

Being touched comfortably, I squinted my eyes comfortably like a lazy cat climbing up my mother's legs two or three times, and wrapped my arms around her neck, "Well, if mom says no, it must not be."

Well, it has always been like this at home, and what my mother said must be right.So every word she said is regarded as the truth by me until today.

"Mom, what's so interesting here? You sit here every day!" I pouted my delicate mouth, a little bit dissatisfied that my mother never accompanied me!

A soft and slender hand was gracefully placed on the tip of my nose, and then there was a burst of laughter like a wind chime: "Is my little Yujun jealous?"

I pulled down the line of my lips in dissatisfaction, and nodded seriously, "Xiao Yujun is jealous, she ate a vat of jealousy!"

The woman turned my body around and turned my face to the window, her star-like eyes were dotted with the most beautiful light in the world, "Here, I can see the way home."

I turned my head to look out the window, the gray sky, the depressing and lonely street, the air was full of unpleasant decay.

"Ma'am, the master just called and said he was back for lunch." The voice of the old butler suddenly came from behind.

I turned around and easily saw a smile on my mother's face that was brighter than a hundred flowers blooming. I jumped down from my mother's arms and said, "Then I will go to the room to change clothes."

The mother nodded with a smile, "Yes." Then she turned to the old housekeeper and said, "Then I will cook two dishes for him myself."

Every time my father comes back, I have to change my clothes, and put on that kind of complicated and gorgeous beautiful skirt.Because he didn't like his mother's idleness.

At this time, I stretched my hands behind the mirror and tied a beautiful bow around my waist.

The little girl in the mirror has a fair complexion, delicate eyebrows, and a pair of delicate lips like cherry blossoms, exuding a seductive charm.

I turned around on the spot, and the hem of the flower skirt drew a beautiful arc in the air, accompanied by the crisp sound of the bell on my feet.

"Knock, knock, knock." There was a knock on the door, and the door opened, "Miss, my master invites you to come over."

"Ah! Is father back?" His heartbeat quickened, and his father, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, finally came back!There was a little moisture in the corner of my eyes, and I ran downstairs as fast as I could.

The long spiral staircase is carved with patterns of hundreds of flowers, and the ground under the feet is frosted, and bare feet will hurt when walking on it.

"Bang." The sound of glass shattering came from my ear, that crisp, sharp sound, my footsteps stopped, and I poked my head out of the handrail to look downstairs.

In the hall, my mother was lying on the ground, her originally smooth hair was messily scattered on the side of her face, and my father held up a long stick and lashed at her body, "Draw your handprints on it!" roared It seemed to shake the plates on the table.

The mother raised her head slightly, her lips still had a gentle smile, and her eyes were warm, with a feeling of reassurance, "God, I won't draw a bet, even if you kill me."

Mother is like this, she is always so stubborn about what she decides.

The father's stick was pulled down again, "You bitch, trash! I've raised you for so many years, isn't it enough?"

The mother's body was shot with streaks of dark purple red, "cough cough" coughed up a few mouthfuls of bright red, she rested her head on her arm, and looked deeply at the extremely strange man in front of her, "I won't agree, only I don't agree with the divorce!"

The father trembled with anger when he heard this. He threw the stick aside, strode to the side to help the sitting woman up, and then hugged the woman back to his mother, "You know what? Her gene level is B-level, and if I combine with her, I will have a son with more powerful genes."

"Hehe" my mother smiled slightly, her eyes gradually drifted away, but I knew that she saw me at a certain moment, because the corners of her mouth evoked that kind of arc full of reluctance and despair for a moment.

I lay on the stairs, crying like a tearful person, I don't know where I got so many tears.

"Mom, Mom" ​​I suddenly felt a strange feeling in my heart, as if I would never be able to call her again if I didn't call her now, so I plucked up the courage and shouted: "Mom, Mom!!"

The people below were all attracted by my voice and raised their heads.

The unfamiliar look in my father's eyes scared me, he waved to me and said, "Jun'er, come down!"

I staggered downstairs, approached my mother in two or three steps, held her hand, and shook it gently: "Mom, mother..."

My mother didn't say a word, just looked at me and smiled softly, as if thousands of words were melted into this smile.

My father rudely took me aside, pointed to the alluring woman beside him and said, "Call her mom."

I cried and shook my head desperately, sobbing: "No, no, obviously this is my mother!"

My father's face suddenly became extremely ugly. He threw me aside, walked to my mother's side again, and stepped on her heart hard.

"Mom? What qualifications does she have to be my wife? She's just a scum with a D-level gene?!"

I was hit hard on the ground, and my internal organs were in pain. Looking at my mother's sunken chest, I crawled over with difficulty and grabbed my father's trousers, "Don't step on it, please, don't step on it! "

As soon as my father retracted his feet, he broke away from my little hand and stepped on my mother's chest again.

I saw that my mother's eyes suddenly opened wide, and her face was no longer as gentle and friendly as before, and the lines of her face became stiff.The picture freezes, she maintains such an expression and never changes.

"Mom...Mom?" I stared blankly at everything in front of me, tears could no longer flow, and something seemed to disappear suddenly in my heart.

"Humph! Garbage." The father spat on the ground, and gradually walked away with his new wife in his arms.

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