818 The goddess who threw me N times

Floor 1314: Ye Luo knows that autumn colors reflect water

There was a popular saying a long time ago that the one with wings is not necessarily an angel, and the one who rides a white horse is not necessarily a prince. Similarly, the goddess of white lotus may also be an evil witch.Hello everyone, I am Ye Qiushui, and I am from Hei.

How should I start, 818, the teaser whom I have slapped N times three times, or the men I have slapped three times in those 818 years?Neither one seems very shiny.It should be fortunate that this is the Lily channel. If you gossip on Tianya, let alone gossip three or three times, even once or twice, you will be accused by Wanfu and everyone will shout and beat you.Therefore, with different perspectives and different audiences, the same story will have different faces and responses.There are a hundred Hamlets in the eyes of a hundred people, and the Ye Qiushui in Su Xiaomi's eyes may not be the most real one.

What kind of person is Ye Qiushui? I often ask myself this question.First of all, I am definitely not Bai Fumei.First, I am not white enough, IQ is definitely higher than Su Xiaomi, and EQ may not be lower than her; second, I am not rich enough, when I was the poorest, I only had 9 dollars in my pocket, and my father was in debt at that time; third, I am not enough Beauty, because beauty is in the eye of the beholder, so Su Xiaomi has always been the most beautiful scenery in the world to me.

Yes, I love her more than anything in this world.Or maybe it's because I have nothing but her.

I was born in a military compound, neat slogans and loud military songs are all my childhood memories.When I grew up a little and was able to eat by myself on the small table, the nightmare quietly kicked off.Maybe it was because my hands were small and I was not used to chopsticks, or maybe it was because I was too playful to eat well at that time. In short, I played while eating, and the clothes on the table were covered with rice grains.My mother wiped it for me while yelling at me, and I acted sweetly and asked her to feed me.My father, who was sitting opposite me while eating, suddenly raised his head and slapped my hand, which was hot and painful. "You've grown so big that you don't even need chopsticks, I think you're a waste!"

Hehe, trash.Since then, this word has accompanied me growing up, and it has also been accompanied by various abuse and beatings.Going to kindergarten, being bullied by children, falling down and staining clothes, "You are such a wimp, I am ashamed of myself!" Didn't get [-] points at the end of the term, "I think you are a fool!" Sneaking out to play with the children in the yard , When he came back, the spanked butt bloomed, "I know how to hang out with wild children all day long, and sooner or later I will become a hooligan!"

If it is said that the military camp gave my father iron-like discipline, a steel-like heart and a fiery temper (of course he is just an exception, many fathers in the same courtyard are gentle and heartbreaking), then my mother's reaction is exceptional. It's puzzling.When she was beaten to pieces at the beginning, she felt distressed, hugged me and cried, complained about my father's violence, quarreled, resisted, and protected me.Gradually, when verbal abuse became commonplace, she seemed to get used to it, and began to join the discipline team.When I was young, I was often at a loss for two mouths that spit out vicious words like machine guns. Who stole my parents who loved me like a jewel in the palm since childhood, please return it to me!

And long, my father was promoted and started to go out to socialize and drink every day. He was drunk and full of resentment. When he came home, he saw that his daughter was not pleasing to the eyes.Dad drank too much and didn't even know how to pour a cup of hot water when he got home.Little children will learn to be bad when they watch TV, so they should fight!

At that time my mother fell in love with mahjong, this game made her enjoy it so much that she often forgot to go home and cook for me.The chat on the mahjong table has always been a stage for the aunts to show off.

"That kid in our family looks dull, but who knows that his brain is really brilliant, and he actually got the first place in the final exam!"

"Our family's Qiushui is also the number one!" My mother has always been competitive, but she forgot that I was still in kindergarten.

"That bastard in our family, it doesn't matter if his grades are not good, he knows how to mess around in school all day long, and he has a handsome face for nothing. He was also judged as a school grass, and girls followed him every day. These days Ah, being good-looking is also a trouble!"

"Our Qiushui family is also a school belle!" I was only five years old at that time.

"Although our girl's grades are not good, I enrolled her in the violin class. I've only been there a few times, and I can still play some tunes when I come back. The teacher praised her for her talent and a bright future!"

This time my mother was finally at a loss for words, and talked with my father late at night, and there was an extra piano at home the next day.I began to be forced to sit in front of the piano and practice overload until I could play a complete "Little Star".

"Our family Qiushui is really a genius! It's the first time I have touched the piano, and I can talk about the tunes!"

In this way, between my father's fault-finding and my mother's vanity, my childhood was as dark as hell, until Su Xiaomi appeared.

His father was forced to change jobs due to a mistake at work. Although he went to a good unit and found a decent position, he was aggrieved by the frustration of losing his ambitions.When he moved, he was cursing the injustice of the world and the incompetence of his superiors. When he arrived at the new residence, he opened the door of the car and the thunderstorm suddenly turned sunny, warm and enthusiastic like summer sunshine.My father and mother are undoubtedly the best actors I have ever met in my life. They are completely different faces outside the home.The torture of language all the way, the long journey, the new environment, and the crowds made me uneasy.A child with short hair and tanned black charcoal came up to me, and curiously asked if she was an angel with wide eyes. I dare not talk to her, because she is the wild child my father hates the most.

In fact, people have written it all their lives, and some people will always appear, sooner or later.I hated everything my parents imposed on me, but I only started to like the piano because it brought Su Xiaomi to me.In this way, I had my first playmate in my life, and our friendship grew wildly through a window.In those boring and hot afternoons, I played various newly learned tunes for her, and listened to her chatting outside the window about who won the picture again.

Goodbye in kindergarten, it has changed.She kept her doll hair, wore a beautiful dress neatly, and shyly followed behind her parents' buttocks.She was recognized by my mother for being so human-like, and has since become my official friend, the only friend.

Most of the messy things in childhood were blurred, and the most impressive thing was only one sentence, "You are not allowed to bully Qiushui!"

With a wry smile, because I am not sociable, I have been isolated since I was a child, and all kinds of pranks.Most of the children are bored, they can come up with countless tricks to bully others, just to see the surprise of the moment you cry.Usually I bear it and rarely cry.Because I understood a truth long before I was younger, tears can't solve any problems, they will only make people look down on me!Clothes stained with ink, tattered braids, and stolen homework books can all be the reason for parents to be harsh.The small bamboo stick hits the thigh one by one. If it hits the buttocks, it will hurt so much that you can't sit down. If you hit the calf, outsiders will see it.You can't cry, don't cry!Because outsiders will feel that the family is not harmonious when they hear it.

Believe every word you read, happy families are all alike, but unhappy families have different misfortunes.Like me, who would believe me?They gave you life, the finest grains to eat, the best clothes to wear, and endless pocket money, so why do you complain?Yes, I never complain.So Su Xiaomi didn't know that the friend beside her who was smiling brightly was scarred from body to heart.

I used to feel tired and feel that living is a crime. Whenever I want to give up, there will always be that naughty smile in my heart, "Qiu Shui, don't be afraid, I will protect you!" Tell yourself I don't Alone, I have best friends.Slowly began to rely on that immature shoulder, used to holding her left hand with his right hand, would constantly search for her figure in the crowd, and felt peaceful the moment he heard her voice.It's just that I thought it was friendship at that time.

Where did the change of taste start? If I think about it carefully, it should be on a snowstorm night.The father went out to get drunk again, and the mother went to build the Great Wall in the yard next door. They all forgot that there was a child to take care of at home, or maybe they all thought that the other would come home.The snow crushed the wires, and the power suddenly stopped in the yard.I just remember that night was very deep and very long.For a child, the greatest fear is not from beatings and abuse, but from the unknown.At that time, I hadn't learned any materialism, and the darkness was like a huge mouth, swallowing my courage bit by bit.The wind was whistling and swirling outside the window, as if it was going to blow the world down. I huddled in the corner of the bed, hugging myself, trembling, and didn't even dare to cry.

Dangdang, someone is knocking on the glass, who is it?I shivered and my teeth chattered.A familiar voice sounded, it was like the sound of nature to me at that time.It's Su Xiaomi!She called softly, "Qiu Shui, Qiu Shui, is your mother back?"

Quickly opened the door, Su Xiaomi jumped in lightly with a flashlight, "Hey! Qiushui, are you afraid of a power outage? I heard that your mother is going to play cards again!" I didn't say anything, but hugged her tightly. She seems to be embedded in the body.She is the only light in my dark and pale life, always illuminating me and giving me warmth.

Xiaomi sneaked here, only wrapped in a big cotton jacket, and her bare feet were as cold as ice.Inexplicably distressed, he hurriedly pulled her to bed and wrapped her feet in his arms.In the faint light from the small flashlight, she lowered her head in embarrassment, her face was a little shy, her lips and nose were red from the cold, like a little carrot head.In an instant, my heart was pounding, and a strong urge made me want to lean up and kiss her.But I didn't, reason held me tight, and that would have terrified her, and terrified myself.

I am so precocious, I fell in love with Su Xiaomi long before Su Xiaomi knew how to like her.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the vest contributed by HH Children's Shoes.

I will be on a business trip this Thursday, and I will stop updating for four to five days. Please let me know in advance. Please forgive me!

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