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"I showed you a picture of my mother, you should still remember."

After about ten minutes or so, I calmed down a little, wiped my face twice, and said to Zhong Linyun.

"I remember." Zhong Linyun said, "You both look alike."

"That's right." I forced a smile, "Everyone says so."

When my mother was young, she was a ballet dancer, the kind who could play the leading role in theater performances. After following my father, she gradually stopped performing on stage.

She was bored at home, so she sent me to the Children's Palace to be a tutor.From what I heard her repeating afterward, I can tell that she quite liked that job.It's a pity that after giving birth to me, her health gradually deteriorated. In the end, she had no choice but to quit her job at the Children's Palace and concentrate on being a rich wife at home.

"This is the official version, and it is also the standard answer when our family and the outside world talk about my mother's situation." I looked at Zhong Linyun, with tears hanging on my eyelashes, and my eyes were still foggy.

"En." Zhong Linyun responded, took two pieces of paper from the table, and handed them to me.

I said thank you and wiped away my tears.

"The factual situation..."

I was supposed to have a sister, according to my dad.

It was their first child, and the fetal position was not correct when she was pregnant, and she died within a few days after birth. When she died, it was in the middle of the night, and my mother couldn't see her for the last time.

When my mother heard the news that the child was gone, she passed out immediately. Her weak body couldn't bear the blow, and she developed a high fever, which lasted for more than half a month. After recovering, her mind was not so clear.

She always felt that her daughter was not dead, and she refused to admit it to anyone, and she didn't attend the funeral, she just kept grabbing my dad and talking about it.

My dad is just a person with too much face. He doesn't want outsiders to know that his wife has a brain problem, so he just talks perfunctorily to my mother. The doctor won't let my mother go to see her, and he tells everyone in the family not to say anything.Although my mother was confused about the child's issue, her other cognitions were normal, so it was easier to hide it, as long as she avoided the child's topic.

After two years of calm, my mother became pregnant again.

It's my bad luck.

This time it was very smooth, the caesarean section was delivered, the mother and child were safe, and they came out after a week in the hospital.

Everything was perfectly normal, except for the fact that my mother was adamant that it was a girl.

If anyone tried to tell her that the child in her arms was a son, she would throw a tantrum and scream back.

My dad tried many times, but was both persuaded by my mother's screaming and my howling.

To a certain extent, my dad is really a wonderful person. When things have developed to this extent, all he wants is to keep his thick face that is as big as a three-acre field.

He still didn't seek a doctor, he just suppressed the matter and acquiesced to my mother raising me as a girl.

So before I had personal consciousness, and even after I had personal consciousness for a while, I foolishly thought I was a girl.

Until my dad told me my real gender when I was four years old.

"I wasn't that shocked at the time." I crumpled up the tissue. "I was young and didn't have any concept of gender. The toilets in the kindergarten were gender-neutral... For me, changing from a girl to a boy is just going to the toilet. From squatting to standing..."

But my mother doesn't think so.

I learned the importance of gender from her hysterical screams.

The process was simple, my dad told me I was a boy.

Judging from his serious expression and serious attitude, I didn't know what was going on when I was young, and felt that I knew a secret.

A big secret.

So I couldn't wait to share the secret with my mother.

then……

I saw that my mother, who has always been gentle and patient, had a slightly ferocious expression. She grabbed my shoulder and screamed.

I was terrified, neither her strength nor her performance was scary that I had never seen before, so I curled my mouth and began to struggle and cry.

The nanny heard the noise and rushed in, separated me from my mother, and called my father.

My dad finally realized the seriousness of the matter and invited a psychiatrist.

The psychiatrist's suggestion was to send my mother to the hospital for treatment, because her mental state was particularly bad and she had a tendency to be aggressive.

Due to the consistent face problem, my dad refused the doctor's advice, only took the medicine, and asked the nanny to watch my mom take it on time.

"Those medicines are very useful. My mother has indeed come out of her strange imagination." I poked the ball of paper with my fingers, and the scraps of paper fell down little by little. Rescued from my hand, put it on the table, and then drew a new piece of paper for me.

"Thank you." I whispered.

Those medicines also had side effects. They made my mother's mood worse and worse. She often suffered from insomnia and woke up crying at three or four in the morning.

My dad thought she was noisy and delayed his rest, so he lived in a separate room with her.

"I was very young at the time, but I also noticed that my mother had changed, so...the look in my eyes changed, it was cold, and there was no temperature at all...The nanny said it was scary, and asked me to leave before my mother got better. If she stays away, I lose my temper with my aunt, saying that I am still a mother no matter what...so, and then..."

Then one night, I woke up suddenly in the middle of the night to find someone sitting next to my bed.

At that time, I had already slept by myself, and the nanny moved to the next room out of my father's request to exercise the child's self-reliance.

I was taken aback, turned my head and squinted, and found that it was my mother, so I felt relieved.

I want to call her and ask her why she stays up so late, is she afraid of the dark, or afraid of sleeping alone, did her father let her exercise self-reliance...

So I called her. Because I just woke up, my voice was much hoarse than usual.

"mom……"

Before I finished pronouncing the syllables, I saw my mother's face change.

Strange to say, in such a dark environment and such dim light, I could clearly see her trembling lips, twisted eyebrows, and painful eyes.

This woman sitting on my bed with a strange face but exactly the same as my mother looks like my witch in a fairy tale.

In that split second, I made the apt analogy.

The next second, she reached out and grabbed my throat violently.

"...the nanny heard the sound and came over and pulled her away." The new tissue was also crumpled up, although it hadn't become so rough, but it was not far from that state, "because I was almost strangled to death. One thing, my cheap father finally realized that this is not good, sent my mother to the hospital, and then... I have no mother. "

I said calmly, my eyes blinked, and tears fell uncontrollably.

"Actually... it's not... it's not that I don't have it. I go to the hospital to see her basically every month. Her condition... is up and down, but she is... not willing to talk to me..."

When a person cries, his breathing becomes disordered.Although I tried my best to keep calm, the words I spoke were still like popping beans, stammering, and the words were not as smooth as tears.

With tears in his eyes, Zhong Linyun caressed the back of my neck again.

His kneading strength is appropriate, like a professional masseuse, which makes me feel at ease.

I cried and thought, if Zhong Linyun went downstairs to perform this skill on those wild cats, even the one-eyed cat king who was usually fierce and bared his teeth when he saw anyone, would hug his legs and coquettishly want to go home with him.

"Do you remember... I was in a bad mood once when I was a kid and I asked you, 'Do you think boys are better than girls?'"

"Remember." Zhong Linyun said, "Your eyes were swollen that day. I thought it was because the grades were handed out, and you were taught a lesson by your parents."

"Really?" I pulled the corners of my mouth, "I looked in the mirror at that time, and I didn't think I looked too embarrassed...Is my condition very bad?"

"It's a little..." Zhong Linyun hesitated and said.

"You're so obvious." I laughed through my tears, reluctantly, "You really can't lie."

In fact, my grades were not bad that time. In the first few days of the class, I went to the hospital excitedly and handed the report card to my mother.

My mother stared at the report card for a while, and then looked up at me, apprehensive and expectant.

"Why aren't you a girl?" She finally only sighed, talking to herself.

"Actually, after entering elementary school, I already knew clearly that I was a boy, but because some girls' habits couldn't be changed, I was often bullied. Sometimes I was beaten very painfully, and I would think, I don't want to be a girl. Yeah, being a girl always gets bullied..."

"But then you came, and then those people couldn't beat you, and my mother said that to me again... I thought, is it better to live as a girl, because no one will beat me , when I was a girl, my mother would still smile at me, hug me and sing good night, and praise me for being a good boy...so I asked you that question at the time."

I raised my eyes and looked at Zhong Linyun.

"Do you think girls are better than boys?"

I asked, "You said you didn't know when you were young, so maybe you have the answer now?"

Zhong Linyun straightened up in my sight and took his hands away from my neck.

The remaining warmth couldn't protect the back of my neck, and I shivered when I touched the cold air.

This question may be too difficult for him, I try to add conditions.

"Do you think it's better for me to be a boy or a girl?"

Zhong Linyun frowned slightly.

It seemed that what he was facing was not a multiple-choice question with only two options, but an advanced mathematics competition question.

Of course, in a sense, the problem in front of me is indeed more difficult than the competition problem.

Because the competition question has a standard answer, this question points to the error anyway.

I sniffed and felt a little cold.

"Then... Let's put it this way... Do you like boys or girls?"

Zhong Linyun's brows furrowed even more, and then relaxed after a few seconds.

I stared at him, at my reflection in his eyes.

For a moment, I felt a hint of "relief" or an "impulsive" emotion in his expression.

I think he probably found the standard answer.

"like you."

Zhong Linyun looked at me and said very calmly.