Friendship event

I heard from my mother that it was raining heavily on the day I was born.

And she and my dad quarreled over whether to take a taxi to the hospital or borrow a car to go to the hospital.It ended with my dad smashing her head with a glass.

After that, every time she mentioned it, she would be aggrieved.I was forced to be a sympathetic spectator.

Really fed up with this cliché.

My dad's Gao Liang's voice came intermittently outside the door, and he was flirting with the tenants in the north again.

Sneaking a peek at my mother, it was her teeth that were clenched. She got up, opened the door and shouted, "Pei Guangcheng, you son of a bitch! You can't make it through this day!"

By the way, the place where I live is a "big pot stew", commonly known as Tongzilou.

With a loud voice, you can hang out in the corridor for a long time, not to mention that the two of them mix and match tenor and tenor voices every day.Those old women who have nothing to do like nothing more than pretending to try to persuade a fight, and then pulled me and said sympathetically, "These couples really don't want to live together, poor little Pei."

Really, shut up, old woman.

Of course, they didn't fight all the time.My mother also occasionally tells me bedtime stories, she especially likes the little prince and the rose.Every time she looks concerned, it makes me want to laugh. This irascible woman can't be a rose to be cared for. She is more suitable for fighting with people in the vegetable market for fifty cents.

That's right, my family is very poor, so poor that no matter what I want, I can only get one sentence: I will buy it for you next time.

Even my clothes are left over from my brother who is five years older than me next door.

I think the first emotion I understand is probably envy: I envy the brand-new stationery box at the same table, envy the double-layer schoolbag with cartoon patterns of the class monitor, and envy the remote control car of the son of the small shop owner.There are too many, I have many things I want, but none of them belong to me.

So I started to get jealous.

Finally, my birthday is approaching, and I said to my mother: Can I ask for a birthday present this year? I am ten years old.

My mother responded by stuffing an unpalatable steamed bun into my mouth.

I didn't catch it firmly, and the steamed bun rolled to the ground.Then I was slapped hard by her.

"If you don't eat it, go outside! Gifts, gifts, I don't have any money! Go grab them!" The porcelain plate was smashed by my mother.

I may have cried at that time, my face hurts, okay?And the buns were dirty too.

The next day, the deskmate changed into another pencil case, on which there were two kittens fluttering butterflies, dotted with very bright flowers.Seeing me staring at it, he was very proud, "It's beautiful, my aunt bought it for me from a department store!"

"What about the one before?" I asked him.

"It's broken, but someone sent it anyway."

I was suddenly very upset.I would be slapped for a steamed bun that accidentally dropped on the ground, but why is this guy so happy?I gasped unbalanced.

Then, I scratched his pencil case with a knife.I also used colored crayons to scribble on the cartoon schoolbag.I even learned to trample that car to pieces when the owner wasn't paying attention.The terrified cry of that child put me in a good mood.

My jealousy is getting stronger and stronger, as if I can't see the people around me living too well.That makes me cranky.

These people who can easily get everything I want and are still dangling in front of my eyes are really troublesome.

At night, the kid on the second floor rushed out from the corner again to scare me.He likes to do this kind of thing every time. My mother said that this family is genetically mentally ill, so this person is probably not very normal.In that case, be polite.I kicked him with all my strength, and after seeing him fall to the ground and scream, I quickly ran away, feeling a huge strange pleasure in my heart, as if I had found the baby I had been dreaming of.No one came to me afterwards, it turns out that it feels so good to do something bad.

Since then, I seem to be getting worse and worse.I used to go to the commissary with my seniors to steal things.They always like to let me go, because my face is the best cover.But once, I missed it.When the shopkeeper came up to me angrily, he would be lying if he said he wasn't afraid, I was only 12 years old.So I cried.

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper didn't scold me or hit me.He just sighed, "Don't hang out with them, you'll lose it." He even gave me a candy wrapped in colorful tin foil, "You're so pretty, don't do this kind of thing again."

For the first time, I realized that this face seems to be really useful.It might get me some windfalls, but I don't expect those two people in my family to buy me presents anymore.

Holding the candy, I went home happily.At the corner of the stairs, I heard my dad talking and laughing with a woman. She is very young and better at dressing up than my mother.The slender fingers resting on my dad's shoulders are painted with rose-like nail polish.

Cheap goods.

Six months later, my father and my mother finally divorced.

But I'm kind of sad because none of them wants me, like I'm a contagious virus.I can't be like some children, crying and begging them: Mom and Dad don't abandon me.So I was dumped, and my dad even said to me in disgust, "Go away."

So, I can only follow my grandma who is over seventy years old.

I bid farewell to this tube building that exudes a rotten smell all day long. The child on the second floor was always afraid of me, and the meddling old woman was still full of sympathy.I don't have to endure the daily quarrel between those two anymore, and I won't be slapped for a steamed bun anymore.But why am I still unhappy?

I started to hate going home.The most common thing I do is to wander in the park near the community, because the children there have many novelty toys that I have never seen before.It has become my habit to stay in the park for an hour every day.

Until a guy accosted me.

He was about forty years old and a little bald on the top of his head.After sitting next to me, he said, "little classmate, why don't you play together."

I feel annoyed, did this bastard do it on purpose, "I don't have toys, how could they play with me?"

"Do you want it? I can buy it for you." He was mysterious.

I was skeptical, and then he took me to a public toilet not far away.

It really fucking stinks.

He took off his pants, "Come, touch uncle's toy."

I think I see what this guy means.I almost threw up when I touched that ugly thing.He looked at me expectantly and kept urging, "Hurry up."

fast mother.So I quickly and very hard twisted that part of him, turned around and ran.I could hear him screaming and cursing in pain.

For a long time after that, I was afraid to go to the park.

For almost two months, I couldn't help but want to see what new toys those kids had.I tend to be paranoid about things that aren't my own.But the results disappointed me, almost nothing changed.What's the matter with these people?Won't you get tired?

Just when I was about to leave, he showed up.He seemed to be a high school student, with a cheerful look, and smiled at me, "You have been missing for a long time."

I'm sure I don't know him, so I'm wary.After looking at each other for a while, he asked, "Who are you?"

Qin Yang is a fake, if you think he is a good boy just by looking at his appearance, it is a big mistake.He has a group of cronies, who take drugs and go clubbing, and have chaotic relationships on the bed.Thanks to him, everyone in the bar, from the liquor seller to the boss, knows me.

Qin Yang treats me well, and looks much better than that disgusting bald guy, and the most important thing is that he will give me money.Instead, I have to pay something.Said it was a bed partner, but we couldn't make love once in a few months.His passion seems to be to control my life, which I resent.

As time passed, I became more and more impatient with him.He was so sloppy that he refused to break up with me, even threatened me, and would occasionally fight with me.

I often fantasize that I have become a big man, and I will take revenge bit by bit at that time.I want to put Qin Yang up until he begs for mercy, and thinking of his miserable face tortured by me, I can't help but want to laugh.

When I was 15 years old, I went to Chongzhou No. [-] Middle School.This school is very good, I like it very much.But Qin Yang didn't like it because it was a boarding system.Qin Yang regards me very strictly, but who cares about him?

At the end of August, we will have a week-long military training.I really love the lucky month of August because I met someone.

I had never known him before, and it was difficult for me not to know him on the sports field on the last day of military training.

His figure on the runway is more dazzling than the most dazzling sun, proud and free.He reminded me of the story about my mother always having sympathy.

A rose flower bloomed on the planet.

The little prince praised the roses blooming brilliantly: You are so beautiful.

The rose said softly: That's because I was born with the sun.

You are so beautiful.I thought I might have fallen in love at first sight.

But I won't show it, how can I scare my roses.

After seeing him in the dormitory, I realized that he has a pair of incredibly bright eyes, and when he looks at people, he is direct but with a little childlike innocence.I felt that the left side of my lungs were throbbing, like I had a heart attack.

What troubles me is that he hates me so much, so directly, like a thorn on a flower stem.

I can't feel the softness of the petals, what he presents to me is always indifferent and defensive.

I didn't mind at first, because this is a rose that needs to be carefully protected, the most special flower on the planet.

But I'm getting jealous again.

He treats everyone better than me, I get anxious, no one has ever taught me how to get along with people, I don't understand.But I would love to be friends with him.

I don't allow Qin Yang to come to my school anymore, but this idiot completely took my words as a joke, and even came to my dormitory.I never objected to Qin Yang's approach before, but now I'm very repulsed.

Probably I found my own rose.

I waited, wanted to wait for an opportunity, and wanted to tell him: In fact, you have prejudice against me, and I am not very good at expressing it, but can we get along well.

It's a pity that the opportunity didn't wait, but a bad news came.He is actually with a boy, and that person is not me.

He is clearly my rose.He really wanted to grab his shoulders to make him see the reality, but the reality was that I had to watch him being intimate with another person.

I'm going crazy with envy.

I can't show it, once he finds out, he will alienate me even more.Although the distance now is like a Milky Way.

But what made me angry was: he deliberately disfigured me!

He blamed himself, he always had a way to pretend to be so innocent.I'm almost disfigured, I'm mad at him, but I'm even more mad at the guy he's with, I really want to fuck that guy up.

I am optimistic that after a long time, they will definitely get bored with each other. After all, two men, how can there be so much relationship to talk about?Although I never believe in love, I really like this rose.But what makes me want to kill is that their relationship is getting better and better.

For three full years, I decided not to take it anymore.

Discovering his picture album was an accidental thing, just a glance, I wanted to tear them all up.Then he came back and warned me not to touch his stuff again.

My sanity almost broke.

The moment I knew that he gave up the recommended spot, I decided to do one thing.

Do you want to spend your high school life in peace and stability, and go to the same university happily?Don't tease me baby.I laugh at his naivety sometimes, but I like it very much.

After the accident, I learned that his father took him away, and I am not satisfied with the result.I didn't appreciate his panicked or worried expression. These inexplicable people always like to break my plan again and again.But it doesn't matter, my goal has been achieved, they will definitely break up this time, and maybe they will complain to each other.

I'm so happy.

However, reality often sucks.

The two of them still want to be together!How could I let this happen.So I played a little trick.

I got to the spot where he was supposed to have an appointment with another guy and he was surprised.

I haven't seen him for days and I miss him, but he certainly doesn't miss me at all.

His complexion is very bad. I heard that he is not feeling well, and his whole body is a little fragile.Seeing him like this, I couldn't help but feel ready to move.After the sharp thorns faded, I couldn't wait to touch his soft petals.

Sure enough, he resisted and told me to go away.

I remember that when my parents divorced, that man said to me in such disgust: Get out.They run away from me and abandon me.I think I was really sad back then, because now I feel sharp pain in my left chest.He actually reminded me of such a nasty thing, I couldn't help it, I punched him, and I swore I would teach him a lesson!

When I pressed him on the sofa and watched him struggle, I was excited but scared.He'll hate me even more, maybe kill me, but I can't pass up the chance.

I kissed his neck, something I've longed for.But I kept reminding myself: this is just a lesson for him.

He is restless.That's right, with his personality, if he was in good physical condition, he would have beaten me to death long ago.He seemed distressed, I guess he found me disgusting.

Thinking of this, I became irritable, because I knew he would never be like this when he was with that person.

I started to lose control.I asked him, have you ever been touched by others?In fact, I was already yelling in my heart: Did that bastard fuck you!

He couldn't speak, just breathing hard, like a fish out of water.

I finally realized that something was wrong with him, and the allergy marks on his body startled me.

My roses are sick.

I don't want to hurt him like this.But I also thought that his appearance like this seems to have something to do with me.

At this moment, he was lying there quietly, very different from his usual smiling appearance.

I suddenly realized that I forcibly pulled out his proud little thorn, and I even wanted to break him.But even if he has nothing, it doesn't belong to me.

This cognition broke me down, what did I do?

It was like waking up from a dream, only to realize that the hands clasped around his neck were constantly tightening.

I was terrified, stumbled and just wanted to leave quickly.All of a sudden I lost all courage, I was so crazy I couldn't look back at him.

I was at a loss.

On the last day of the summer vacation, I stood alone on the street in the busy city.

Tomorrow I will leave here, where I have lived for 17 years.

Qin Yang has been looking for me, I really don't want to see him.

But I didn't want to go home either. I just watched the crowds and thought about where I should go.

The lights in the bar made me dizzy and I didn't even have anything to drink before I felt totally drunk.

I don't need anyone to accompany me, I just want to vent quietly by myself.

Suddenly, he sat down beside me.

So much alike, especially those eyes.

I might be really drunk.

I just smirked and asked him, "Are you back?"

He didn't speak, and he didn't mind my strike-up, he just smiled lightly.

Very good, very submissive, even in bed.It's not like that guy always has spikes that keep me out of reach.

His warm body and tight pussy delighted me.

Panting, he boldly expressed his emotions, hugged me, and said softly, "You are really nice, I like it very much."

My heart trembled, I looked at him, those eyes made me unable to distinguish reality from dreams.I almost begged and said, "Say it again, say you like me."

He laughed, "Who do you think I am?"

It doesn't matter anymore, it doesn't matter who you are, there is only one person in my heart. "Say you like me." I don't give up, I believe he will say it.

Sure enough, he seemed very helpless, and said softly, "I like you, I like you very much."

"Me too, me too..." I was excited and grateful, "I like you too."

I thought of the first time I saw him, he was brighter than the sun.

Thinking of the last time I saw him, he was more withered than a dying rose.

"I'm sorry." I buried my head in his neck, and suddenly burst into tears, "Ke Yue, forgive me."