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When Tang Xiaoyang was young, the biggest doubt in his heart was why he was not loved by others?

The first doubt came from his mother, who was the only relative Tang Xiaoyang knew before he was nine years old.

It was a thin and beautiful omega woman who ruined her body day after day.

Ever since Tang Xiaoyang could remember, that decent-looking room was always filled with alcohol and smoke, and there were always overturned wine bottles, sticky liquor, and burnt cigarette butts on the ground.

Looking back on those days many years later, Tang Xiaoyang felt most fortunate that the two of them were not actually burnt to death in the act that could be regarded as an outright negative case of firefighting.

My mother always lay on the edge of the bed, staring sleepily at the tall buildings outside the window, lying on the ground for a whole day, she was like that when Tang Xiaoyang went to school, and she was still like that when she came back.

So much so that when Tang Xiaoyang was 5.6 years old with rich imagination, he was afraid every day whether his mother was dead.

Tang Xiaoyang learned to cook by himself very early, because it saved money that way.

In fact, they should not be short of money, but Tang Xiaoyang hates asking his mother for money.

Because at that time, the originally sleepy woman would change from normal and become extremely sharp and mean.

"You know how to ask me for money? Where's your dad? Is your dad dead?"

"Bastard, you're a bastard, and I'm a slut, so the two of us will be thrown here and die here!"

"Tang Xuan, why don't you take a look, look at how cheap your child is. Are you begging for food?"

In the end, women will always give her money, not much, no matter how frugal Tang Xiaoyang is, it will be spent before she is mentally prepared to be humiliated by a woman next time.

Maybe he is really a bad boy, otherwise why would even his mother hate him?

It's not that Tang Xiaoyang never longed for her mother's love. When she started to go to school and saw the parents of other children in kindergarten, she always felt envious and inferior in her heart.

Their parents will pick them up from school, which is great.

It's good that they will have someone to support them when they are bullied.

It's nice to have colorful candies in their pockets.

When others have it but you don't, people will start to doubt themselves.

Is there something wrong with me that makes my mother so cruel to me?

Tang Xiaoyang studied harder than anyone else, and then brought the No.1 award in front of his mother.

The little girl lowered her head and handed over the certificate nervously like offering an offering.

But he withdrew his hand scalded by the soot dripping on his arm.

Her mother sneered, and pressed the cigarette heavily on the position of Tang Xiaoyang's name on the certificate.

As if trying to erase some kind of mistake.

Since then, Tang Xiaoyang has become more and more silent, because her lack of food and clothing caused by her reluctance to ask for money has made her body development slow, and her clothes are always worn out and tense.

Such a person, in that fairly good school, naturally became the object of ridicule and ridicule by innocent children.

They called her all kinds of nasty nicknames, laughed in groups as she walked down the hallway, threw away her textbooks, and pulled her stool away when she was questioned in class.

The teacher will naturally take care of it, but how can others value a child whose parents don't even care about life and death?

The opportunity to change still comes from her mother.

8-year-old Tang Xiaoyang learned to rummage through the trash cans in the school after class, picking up cartons and bottles to make money.

She no longer cares about the unreasonable ridicule of those strangers, but she just doesn't want to continue to be abused by her mother.

But that day, Tang Xiaoyang, who had worked hard for several hours and dragged his exhausted body home, was slapped heavily by his biological mother.

Tang Xiaoyang's head was still buzzing when he fell to the ground, and the woman grabbed his neck.

"Where have you been?"

"You want to go too, don't you?"

"You can't go, you are mine!"

She heard the woman's beastly roar, and felt that she was about to die.

The blurred vision saw the wine bottle on the side of his face, Tang Xiaoyang exhausted all his strength, and smashed the bottle heavily on the woman's back.

She could hit her head, but she didn't.

That was her mother after all.

The woman backed away in pain, looking at her with frenzied and terrified eyes.

But Tang Xiaoyang suddenly felt a kind of joy that he had never felt before. Following her counterattack against her mother, those shackles that bound her soul and felt humble seemed to disappear without a trace.

so be it you don't

Love me, I don't care too much.

As long as I don't care about you, I'm not the bastard you call me.

At that moment, Tang Xiaoyang completely despaired of his mother.

The short and thin girl stood up dangling with the bottle in her hand, and said coldly to the woman, "Go away, madman."

The woman was still cursing uncontrollably, but she only dared to slowly shrink back to the corner of the window.

The girl's eyes were so cold, as if if she just took one step forward, the wine bottle would explode on her head.

The next day, Tang Xiaoyang took the bottle to school.

When the laughter sounded again, she took out the bottle and slammed it on the ground heavily, cutting her cheek with the broken glass.

But she remained expressionless, raised the sharp bottle, and slowly pointed at every laughing classmate.

Since you hate me, why should I live in peace with you?

It was a long time later that Tang Xiaoyang wanted to understand where that inexplicable pleasure came from.

That was the pleasure she felt after regaining her dignity as a human being.

Equality, if not in any other place, is in loathing and hurting each other.

At least that's fair, fairer than everything she's experienced since she was a child.

His mother died in the winter when Tang Xiaoyang was 9 years old. When Tang Xiaoyang came home from school, he saw the woman lying on the ground, the blood from her wrist had already solidified.

The 9-year-old was stunned for a moment, then walked over to hold the woman's wound, and called 120.

But in fact it was useless, she knew it the moment she touched her mother's arm.

It was a cold and stiff death that was different from any living creature.

Taking poison and cutting her wrists, the woman ended her sloppy life in a decisive way.

At the funeral, Tang Xiaoyang did not shed a single tear.

She doesn't hate her mother anymore, because she feels that she is also very pitiful.

But at the same time, she couldn't love her either.

Since you hate him so much, don't give birth to me.

Bearing me, torturing me, didn't make you any happier, did it?

9-year-old Tang Xiaoyang met his father for the first time.

The beta man was wearing an exquisite suit, with a well-maintained slightly chubby face. He sized her up with eyes that looked like chicken ribs, and rubbed her head perfunctorily.

That's how she came to the Tang family. At that time, the Tang family already had a young lady, who was five years older than her, named Tang Mo.

Tang Mo's mother is a shrewd and capable omega, her aura is completely different from her mother's, the way she looks at her is like seeing garbage picked up somewhere.

But Tang Xiaoyang didn't care, she was very used to other people's strange eyes.

Contrary to her mother, Tang Mo treats Tang Xiaoyang very well, always smiles at each other, and asks for warmth.

But Tang Xiaoyang didn't like her either.

Childhood experiences made Tang Xiaoyang extremely sensitive to other people's malice, and she could clearly feel Tang Mo's superior attitude and charitable tone.

She is just a tool for Tang Mo to show that he is generous and sensible.

But since Tang Mo didn't mean to hurt her, Tang Xiaoyang didn't want to make any troubles.

She lived like a ghost in the Tang family, her parents didn't care about her, and the servants thought she didn't exist, but she herself enjoyed it.

Because at least she finally doesn't have to worry about living expenses.

The days went on like this, until the summer vacation when I was ten years old, the Mu family invited the Tang family to participate in the 80th birthday banquet of the old man of the Mu family.

The whole Tang family attached great importance to this and started preparing early.

Originally, Tang Xiaoyang had no part in this matter, but Tang Xuan heard that the old man of the Mu family liked children very much. At that time, Tang Xiaoyang had been raised in the Tang family for half a year. His face had some flesh, and his big watery and black eyes were just cute. when.

Tang Xuan struggled for a moment, and finally decided to take her with him.

For the first time in Tang Xiaoyang's life, he put on an expensive evening dress and awkward high-heeled shoes, feeling like he couldn't even walk.

Tang Mo looked at her feeling uncomfortable with a bit of a sneer: "You just sit there for a while and don't move."

Sitting there without moving, it is enough to set off my sister's generosity and courtesy.

Tang Xiaoyang originally thought that the Tang family's villa was considered luxurious, but after seeing the castle-like house of the Mu family, he realized that there is still a difference between rich people and rich people.

Tang Xuan's purpose of asking her to come was easily achieved. The Mu family old man who was already a little confused touched her head kindly, and gave her a lot of candy, which even made the atmosphere of the whole banquet much more lively.

But that's about it for her.

After a while, the tired old lady of the Mu family went back to rest. She sat on the sofa in the living room with Tang Mo, and the guests began to comment on her.

"Why can't this kid even say a word?"

"Well, after all, her mother is that kind of person, it's normal."

"Born by a father, why is there such a big difference?"

"That's right, look at her sister, how good she is at talking, I think she will be the head of the Tang family in the future."

Holding the candy in his hand, Tang Xiaoyang obediently acted as her sister's foil, until those people had enough gossip, or maybe they felt that the child was as boring as a mute, and gradually dispersed.

"I'm going to chat with Sister Mu, you just sit here, don't move around, it would be embarrassing if you fell." Tang Mo smiled and got up and left.

After she left, the silent girl on the sofa stood up and walked out slowly and laboriously.

There is a soft lawn outside the Mu family's castle, Tang Xiaoyang found a shady corner, threw sugar on the lawn, threw off his high heels, and sat down comfortably.

The chocolate melted into a piece of mellow sweetness in her mouth, and the girl squinted her eyes, admiring the blue sky.

"Whose family are you a child?" A girl with a youthful and lively air rang out from beside her in a low voice.

Tang Xiaoyang turned his head in surprise, but saw a very young girl looking down at her with a smile on her face.

The man was wearing a simple white long dress, tall and slender, like a white peony just blooming.

Her face is fair and immature, she looks less than 20 years old, but she has a pair of very rare light gray eyes, deep as if trying to suck people in.

Tang Xiaoyang stared blankly at the girl in front of him, unaware that the freshly peeled candy fell to the ground.

A word capitalized and bold appeared in the girl's mind.

Immortal... sister?

The author has something to say: Sister Mu, stop asking, your child.

Sister Mu used her strength to show what it means to be good-looking, and she can really do whatever she wants.

Again ps: In the new year, I will show you the first encounter between the two of you. I originally wanted to write about Sister Mu waking up, but my hand speed is too slow (holding my head and squatting in defense), I hope I can write in the new year Hurry up.

PS again: But I still want to comment, shameless. jpg