painless gl

My name is Jane, yes, that's right, it's simply Jane.

I don't know which bastard is so stupid that he gave me such a name.

Others say it's such a good and simple name, so it's not good.

Anyway, I don't like it, and I know such a simple name, why don't I name my son and daughter two.Bunch of idiots.

I thought contemptuously.

I think 80.00% of the world is stupid people, and [-]% are stupid people who are going to die, and the rest are smart people.

But I don't belong to that category.

I am stupid.

But fortunately, I belong to the stupid people who have self-knowledge, not the kind of stupid people who want to die and think that they are smart and want to go to heaven.

I'm an orphan, so I should be able to say that. After all, my parents, who didn't know who I was, beat me and threw me at the entrance of the orphanage. A shadow like throwing a firecracker illegally is faster than hiding a firecracker.I bet if they participate in track and field, these two will be world champions.

Of course, I'm not Nezha, and I don't have the abnormal memory that can remember things from birth. The dean told me so when I grew up.

I believe her, even though all she has in her philistine eyes is money.

Thanks to the track and field champion who stuffed 1000 yuan in my baby, otherwise the philistine old lady would have thrown me to an orphanage in the north of the city.

She really told me so, and I looked into her eyes and knew that the old lady was serious.

As long as I can remember, my left index finger has a circle of scars, as if it was broken. I asked the old lady, but she always refused to tell.

As I grew up, the scars became shallower, but they couldn't disappear after all.

Now it's like a ring, firmly held between my fingers.

I found out that I was different from ordinary people when I was four years old. I started to remember things when I was three years old, and I started to know that I was different when I was four years old.

Other children sweat a lot in summer, because the old lady won’t even buy a fan, and we are always squeezed together on the same bed. I also feel very hot, but I don’t sweat too much. Only the wings of my nose and back Slightly sweating.

Those unlucky children who were also without father, mother, and uneducated, were sweating like tears. It was really cheaper than water.

At that time, I didn't pay much attention to it. Children only care about how to play, regardless of whether you sweat or not.

The second time I found out that I was different from them was when I was five years old. I don’t know who pushed a white girl when I was playing around. Good guy, I couldn’t cry on the spot, and I couldn’t do anything. Extremely, no shrew who hanged herself can compare to her.

The little girl looked at the white and elegant, but it turned out to be more choking than the millet pepper. How can I be such an upright and kind person, how can I just watch, so I went over to persuade the girl.

"Don't cry, okay, I'll buy you candy." I coaxed.

In fact, I don’t have candy on me, I just want to coax the little girl. After all, that philistine old lady is like this, and she will give candy if she says she won’t cry. Alas, now that I think about it, it’s all a routine.

What's more, if I have sugar, I'm still here to watch the excitement.It's not easy to get candy, so why should I give it to the little girl whenever she cries, haha, what a joke.

The little girl didn't appreciate it, the dog bit Lu Dongbin, I don't know who pushed her, and spread the fire on me, she stood up and pushed me right then!

Damn retarded!I only want to curse this sentence when I think about it now.

As soon as she pushed, I just felt like my head hit something, and my soul was out of my body because of you.

When I woke up again, it was the first time in my life that I entered the hospital, a piece of white flowers, white walls, white doctors, white nurses legs...

I touched my head, the little white nurse, ah no, it should be the sister nurse of my aunt now, told me not to touch it randomly, even if it hurts, and said it was a few stitches.

Then he swayed and walked away.

The old lady is not here, so I don't know where I went. I don't even need to think about it. She sent me here. After all, she is the only one guarding the entire orphanage.

The nurse said it would hurt, but what is pain?

I have never understood why I cried when I was pushed, why I cried when I was slapped by an old lady, why did it hurt after getting stitches?

Later I realized that I am different, I am different, I don't feel pain.