Heart distance

Whenever the night is quiet, I would think, can I still see the sun the next day, or for me, there is no so-called sun at all.

After struggling for countless nights, I still decided to write this letter.

It's not asking for mercy, it's just that I can't hold on any longer.

Maybe you will envy me, even envy me, think that I am the proud son of heaven, proud and conceited, always high above and rejecting others thousands of miles away.

But in fact, only I know, I lick my wounds every day, it is too difficult for me to live.

I used to have a happy family with loving parents and elder brother.When I was young, my family was poor and could only live in a bungalow.But my parents did not treat me badly. I still live happily and have many good friends. I used to like making friends just like you.

But until I was six years old, everything changed. Because of my father's strong working ability, he was promoted and raised his salary, and he also ran his own business after work. Our family's conditions became better and better.But I gradually discovered that the children in the compound didn't like to play with me anymore, and even started to avoid me.

Later, I heard some gossip from my neighbors. They said that my father was not in a serious business, and how could a person in a serious business earn so much money in a year or two.

They said that my father often stayed out all night because he found women outside and hung out with others.It was also rumored that my father and my daughter got AIDS, which made our whole family fall ill.

But I know who Dad is best, but although I don't understand his business, Dad is absolutely aboveboard.Every night he was busy with business matters until late, so he didn't have time to find a woman.Moreover, my parents have such a good relationship, how could my father find a woman.

Whenever I can't accept being speculated and maliciously ridiculed by them, my parents and elder brother will always persuade me not to be angry and to be lenient to others.

I really don't understand, my family is so kind, they will still treat each other with courtesy in the face of the neighbor's cynicism, even so, they are still uneasy and kind to our family, wishing us to die.

Jealousy is really, really ugly.

In order to escape this situation, my parents have gone to see other houses, and we plan to move out of here.My mother comforted me, as long as we move away, we can be quiet.

But unfortunately, my parents lost their lives in an accident during a plane trip.

Even though my family was broken and my parents were gone, those people still refused to let us go.They spread rumors that my parents wanted to commit suicide because of AIDS, and the people on the plane accompanied them to die.

Because of this, they hated my family even more. Even though my parents had passed away, they still refused to stop their vicious insults.

Without my parents, my brother and I depended on each other for life, and finally my brother and I moved.

I thought that the peaceful days were finally coming, but they still refused to let me go.

They blamed me for all the things that didn't go well. The water pipes in the courtyard were blocked, saying that my family had blocked them on purpose before leaving.

The demolition of the compound failed, because my family refused to sign to obstruct it.Some people even said that when their children got sick, they said that I secretly drugged them in retaliation.

I finally couldn't bear the insults and verbal abuse from these door-to-door visits, and I finally broke out and fought with them.

Unexpectedly, in order to protect me, my brother was beaten into the hospital and turned into a fool.

Since then, I have a new name - broom star.

They said that I was too shady, it was not enough to kill my parents, and I had to kill my brother.

Since then, I have been living in the dark every day, I have no friends, and I dare not make friends.

I am afraid that I am a broom star, afraid that I will conquer others.Apart from studying hard, I really don't know what to do, I hate why the world treats me so unfairly, I hate myself for being weak and small, and I hate myself for being powerless.

But what I hate more is that I have no money, I still have my brother to take care of, and I still have to study, but the days without money make it hard for me to survive.

Dear students, if you are willing to pity me, can you transfer some money to me and give me something to eat.

I'm not a broom star, please.

If you can, please transfer to me, this is my card number: 6226...

Thank you and have pity on me.

Han Ziqi.