empty talk of reality

All so small, so small.

The day Renjian came, the weather was sunny and sunny.I took the hand of Hasumi, who was taller than me, and walked into the house.Turning my head, I accidentally saw Valerio's eyes and his blackened face. I scratched my hair and couldn't think of the reason for his blackening, so I smirked at him for no apparent reason, and stuck out my tongue. When it was dark, I quickly ran into the house, closed the door with a bang, and locked it.

My mother looked at me dumbfounded, "Did you see the devil?"

I answered her seriously, "No, what I met was an opponent."

My father was eating sunflower seeds beside him, laughing happily.

It was still very warm and beautiful back then.

And the latter, Valerio still asked me with a dark face, if I like Hasumi.I didn't look at him, but stared at Hasumi who was poking mud and said firmly, I really like it!

I just felt like my ass was blooming.

——He was the first and only one who kicked my ass with his toe for the first time!

The scene changed suddenly.

I saw that sunny and sunny day, somehow it became a little dark, and the darkness was almost as green as the trees.At first a loud thunderclap was heard, followed by a pause of a few seconds as the downpour fell.

My parents were already prepared, and they had already held a few umbrellas and landed on top of their heads, me and Valerio's heads.

Valerio's hand and mine were together, and he gave me a little bit of hope and courage with a little force.

I depend on him, I trust him.

They were two very large umbrellas in sky blue with small white dots. The barbs on the umbrella handles were made of rubber and were so heavy that I could barely lift them. Valerio helped me hold them up.

He held an umbrella, held me by the hand, and sheltered me from the wind and rain, and he also took the initiative to give me the right idea.

Such as pulling me forward, such as asking me to speak and so on.

They sat in a very long and dark car, and my mother seemed to have tears in her eyes, and my sight was obscured by the rain.She first walked into the car without looking back.Then, I heard a pitiful, whimpering sound like a small animal.It's a pity that I can't really hear it now. My father has a short body, and his callused and wide hands have been stroking my face.

For no reason, I felt very groggy in front of my eyes, and I couldn't see my favorite father clearly through my tear-soaked eyes.

I suddenly felt as if my heart had been hit, and the fatal pain pierced my spinal cord. My body stiffened in place trembled like a trembling. Is there a wrong nerve?Why do I feel fear and dread?

Dress me up, pinch my face, smile and coquettish me, like a real girl's mother in love?

Where's dad?

The father's voice was intermittent, gradually getting smaller and smaller... The figure turned into a black spot...

"I left you money..."

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"Let's go on a trip and come back when you grow up..."

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"A Rong, we will come back when you grow up and when your flower blooms..."

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"Learn to inherit, learn to grow up and forgive..."

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In the end, the temperature of his tears was finally hotter than the rain, and quickly fell on my skin, which made me feel deeply hot. He whimpered and said, "Rong Cao, we love you."

- We love you, love you very much.

Valerio hugged me on the side, calmly, without saying a word, silent to the end.

But my father closed the umbrella, put away the blue one, and showed me the rainy day again, when suddenly a thunder flashed!

So sad, so sad, so painful, so desperate...

My father's suit was soaked by the heavy rain, and his hair was so wet that it almost reflected light, which made me feel even more uncomfortable.Men...would cry?Under what circumstances would you cry again?

Before turning around, he placed the closed umbrella carefully on that side, a clean area around Valerio and me, but the handle and tip were still wet.

dirty.

wet.

lost.

Immediately, he turned around.

Opening the car door, I saw my mother's crying face.How much I want to be like usual, just kidding, and my mother is so beautiful and beautiful, my favorite mother said, oh, you are so ugly when you cry, mother!

Mommy mommy……

mother!

The father entered the car door and hugged his wife, but left behind his favorite child.

I, Haiyinsi Rongcao.

The car door was slammed shut.

I saw the last ray of hope, blocked.

I can't be angry, only the rain from the deep washes me.

At that time, a ray of light penetrated into the surrounding sea water, and it was suddenly possible to breathe.

In the blink of an eye, this dream turned into the second half of the first year of junior high school.

Sugawarai moved between the three of us, and the gang of three became four golden flowers, three of which would never wither, and one... was me, a little grass that rotted wherever it bloomed.

I was wondering if I couldn't bloom flowers in my whole life, would I never see my beloved parents again in my whole life.

Then, Ah Jing and my Xiaolian met together.

To follow Valerio, he looked at me with contempt, "Don't you like Harumi?"

I looked at him in a daze, perfunctory, he got a little unhappy, and asked me repeatedly.

"I like it, but I'm not a lesbian." I rolled my eyes at him.

In my dream, I don’t have the rough nerves I used to have. I can see the clean and beautiful boy standing behind me in school uniform, with his hands in his pockets, leaning against the gate of my house, looking at me with a gentle smile Entering the door, has not dispersed.

The next day, I ran to find Valerio with my ass twisted, joking, "Let's get together!"

For the first time in his life, his face was hot and angry, and under my strange gaze, he even trembled "Yeah."

But if my skin is scorched on the outside and tender on the inside, it's like the end of the world with five thunders!

The moment I said I was joking, the sadness in those eyes was the first time I have ever seen in my life. It was such a straightforward injury and confusion. I tried my best to cover it up by yelling my name. A boy is absolutely impossible. The sadness that makes the girl feel bad.

The picture changed again.

Join the mafia, another sunny day.

At the moment when all the succession ceremonies were completed, the warm sound of ribbons snapping, mixed with the heat and high speed of gunshots, blood spattered on the spot.

I saw a person guarding me quickly push me away, and I fell down at Valerio's feet. I saw the woman who had been taking care of me for a short time, a woman who was very talkative but made me hate it, The long blond hair was stained with blood accidentally splashed, and the bullet that happened to push me away to block my heart hit her brow bone.

Her eyes are not blurred, she is very firm, looking at me with tenderness and comfort to the end, she wants to say forcefully, "A Rong, don't be afraid."

At that moment, all the long-windedness turned into kindness and grief.

The blood in the air stimulates the pores, blood, and heartbeat, as well as the thinking of the brain.

Breathing is the despair that is pinched in an instant, all the sadness, regret and helplessness rushed to the cerebral cortex in an instant, as many tears as the blood, big and big ones froze in the corners of the eyes, eye sockets and eyes. With a single movement, they all slipped and fell on the soft blanket.

Pengo Li's people panicked.

A dark-haired, young girl brushed past me with a refreshing quietness and composure.

I covered my mouth to keep my new self from yelling, I'm not crazy.

I am not crazy.

Valerio squatted down and hugged me into his arms hard, very hard.

It seemed that all the strength and hope of life had been exhausted.

And a love I don't understand.

Blood snaked around the feet not far away, and the smooth fluff was coagulated by the blood. There was no wind, but it began to move and tremble slightly.

—Hey, what did you hear?It is human footsteps.

——Hey, why don’t the flowers you talk about, Mom and Dad, always come to me?

—Will you lie to me?Do you not love me anymore.

"Caught!"

"Who sent you here!"

"Oops, the boss committed suicide!"

"leader……"

... mixed, chaotic, mottled, entangled.

... Besieged on all sides?

despair.

Or the fragility of life related to death.

However, it was not the same as the fear that day, just around the corner, taking root crazily in my heart.

When, I heard whispering in my dream, you go to die.

go to hell.

go to hell.

go to hell.

go to hell.

go to hell.

go to hell.

go to hell.

go to hell.

go to hell.

go to hell.

go to hell.

go to hell.

go to hell.

go to hell.

go to hell!

..............................

Are you going crazy?

I asked myself in my dream.

It turned out that those scenes did not exist, but in this dream, I did not recall the only horrible words my father said to me, I did not recall them.

Those wanton fears put on their armor early, picked up painted guns, pointed at ignorant human beings, and said, go to hell.

Suddenly I knew.

The woman said, live.

To live, you must have your own reasons and courage to live.

The despair that was once out of reach day and night has now become sour and depressing like sea water.

The seeds of hatred that were gradually dissolved in my heart did not bloom, but germinated.

I heard my father's distant and indistinct voice say, "Sprouted