I don’t know since when, some pictures always appear in my mind from time to time.
Some are strange, some are familiar.
In those scenes, there is a teenage sister? It should be the older sister, right? I can't see what she looks like, but I know that she was bullied, bullied by a very bad man.
Ever since I saw that scene, it seemed like a voice was telling me: I need to become stronger, I need to protect myself, I need to kill the bad guys...
From then on, I started practicing martial arts with my grandfather and sister-in-law.
Practicing martial arts was very hard. I would cry every day in the beginning, and I thought about not practicing anymore. But every time I had this thought, the voice kept ringing in my ears: I must become stronger, I must protect myself, I must kill the bad guys...
I practiced for a month and cried for a month, but after I got used to it, I never cried again.
When I was about five years old, my father took me away from my grandfather's house and came to the city to live with him. My sister-in-law also came to the city and said she wanted to take care of me, but like my father, she didn't see anyone for three days.
Mom? She’s dead. Grandma said she died when I was just weaned.
I don't have any photos of her at home, so I don't know what she looks like.
It doesn't matter, I'm used to it anyway.
I still practice martial arts every day, and my father and sister-in-law often give me guidance and provide me with training.
Although they don't spend much time with me, they all care about me from the bottom of their hearts and are willing to spend money for me. They will buy me whatever I want.
Days like this lasted until I was seven years old.
That summer had just ended, the weather was still very hot, but I had to go to school.
"What is school?" I asked my father.
"Going to school means going to school to study. Children older than you go there." That's what my father told me.
It seems very interesting, I'm looking forward to it.
On the first day of school, I wore my favorite skirt, carried the schoolbag my sister-in-law bought for me, and went to school happily.
My sister-in-law sent me to class, said a few words to the teacher and then left. I was a little panicked and wanted to go with her, but the voice came again: There is no danger here...
Since 'He' said there is no danger, then there must be no danger. I believe 'He'.
Sure enough, there was no danger at all in the school, except that the little boy at the same table was a bit ugly and disgusting.
Fortunately, during the last class in the morning, the teacher asked male and female students to line up separately and rearrange their seats.
I was very happy to finally say goodbye to this ugly classmate. But when I queued up outside the classroom, I found that the boys lined up with me based on height seemed uglier than my previous classmates... What should I do?
?
Fortunately, I was smart and quickly took a look at some boys nearby. Huh? The third boy from the bottom seemed a bit good-looking, so he was the one!
After my great transformation, I finally became roommates with that good-looking boy. Hehehe, I am really smart.
While we were sitting together, I took a closer look at this little boy. He was really good-looking. Although not as good-looking as me, he was already pretty good. It was better than sitting next to an ugly guy.
Thinking that I would be my deskmate with him for a long time in the future, I decided to establish a good relationship with him in advance. I smiled and said hello: "My name is Zhusha, what is your deskmate's name?"
"Ma Xiaolong." That's what the little boy said.
When I heard the name, I was a little surprised and excited: "Your father also likes Bruce Lee?"
I also like Bruce Lee, his kung fu is great!
"..."
Unfortunately, his father didn't seem to know who Bruce Lee was, but he seemed to be good at chatting. It was quite interesting after chatting for a while, but he seemed to be distracted.
How could I get distracted while chatting with such a good-looking girl? My deskmate, you successfully caught my attention!
The school bell rang, and he was still distracted. I couldn't help but pat his arm: "What are you thinking about?"
He finally came to his senses and asked me what happened?
What did you say?
"School is over." My deskmate is probably not a fool, but it would be nice to be a little bit silly. It's cute.
After school, I lined up to walk out of the campus and found out that his home and mine were in opposite directions. I felt a bit pity. I quite wanted to go home with him.
In the afternoon when the whole school was being cleaned, I weeded the grass with him, but while we were doing it, he became distracted again.
Why do you like to be distracted so much?
I poked him with the sickle: "What are you thinking about?"
"It's okay." He came to his senses, and I wanted to poke him again, but he blocked it with his hand: "Don't poke people with your sickle."
"Just poke." He was so funny. I thought it would be fun to be friends with him, so I took out two pieces of candy from my pocket. They were White Rabbit toffees. They were expensive, but very delicious. Children from ordinary families couldn't eat them at all.
Well, I don’t think he can afford it, right?
Thinking about it carefully, my family seems to be quite rich and can buy anything I want. My dad even bought me a mobile phone for the convenience of contacting me. However, the signal is not good and I always speak loudly.
But it's really convenient.
"Please eat some candy." You haven't had it before! I want you to have a taste of good candy.
"Thank you." He was really polite and knew how to say thank you.
He ate it and I laughed: Hehe, you have never eaten such delicious candy! You must be surprised...surprised???
"..." Why didn't he react at all? It seemed like he was eating an ordinary piece of fruit candy.
Has he eaten it?
"Is it tasty?"
"tasty."
"..." This is not the answer I want: "Have you eaten it before?"
"Eat."
"Hmm~~~~~~" Sure enough, I had eaten it. No wonder there was no reaction at all. It turned out that I had made a mistake: "I didn't expect your family to be quite rich."
Not fun at all.
"My family is rich?" His expression was very strange, like he was laughing or crying. I can't describe it. Anyway, it's quite complicated.
"My family must be rich, but we can't afford meat..."
He seemed to suddenly lose control and said a lot of words that I couldn't understand, but I understood one thing: he was very poor.
After the cleaning, he started to giggle again. I didn't understand why he was smiling. After I asked, he actually showed me his hands.
His hands were pretty, but there were two blisters. It turned out that he was smiling because of the blisters.
I really don’t understand. Won’t the blisters hurt? And they won’t go away for a few days afterwards. It’s very uncomfortable. Why can he still laugh?
Sure enough, he is a big fool.
Please stay away from him from now on!
That's what I thought, and I wanted to do it, but when I was out of school, I found that my favorite skirt had accidentally been torn open by a sickle.
Ah! How annoying. This is my favorite skirt.
"What's wrong?" The big fool came.
"The skirt is torn."
"It'll be fine if you go home and sew it up."
You, you, you are indeed a big fool. I am very angry.
"Can you still see it when it's sewn on?"
Forget it, I will never talk to this idiot again. If he dares to talk to me, I will beat him!
"It'll look better if it's sewn well." This big fool actually started to sneer and said that his knitting and embroidery skills were unparalleled. He also said that it would look better if he sewed it.
Haha, liar, there will be no good end for those who lie to me.
"Why are you lying to me? Go to my house and recognize the door. Then come and play with me when you have nothing to do."
It’s time to recognize the door. If I want to beat you in the future, I will block you at your door and beat you once a day to let you know the consequences of lying to me.
On the way home with him, I found that he didn't seem to be a fool. On the contrary, he was quite smart and interesting. He talked like a little adult. And when I called my dad on mobile phone, he really
He is very worried about me. I can feel that he is worried about me from the bottom of his heart.
At that moment, I felt that there was nothing wrong with being friends with him.
When I arrived at his house, I found that his house was quite big. Although the house was a bit old, it was clean and tidy and felt like home. I was a little envious.
After that, he sewed my skirt and embroidered a snowflake, which was very beautiful. I had never seen such a beautiful snowflake. It turned out that he didn't lie, his craftsmanship was really good.
"Xiaolong, you are really a genius."
It’s decided, you will be my royal tailor from now on.
Then I met his sister and his grandmother.
His sister seems a bit silly, but like him, she is cute and silly, so she is indeed a biological brother and sister.
His grandma loves to laugh. She laughs when she sees me and says I am handsome (zun).
Hee hee, she is a good grandma.
There is a chubby little girl in the neighbor's house across from him, she is very cute, and pfft~ there is a hole in her pants. But he sewed a flower on it, and it looks very nice.
Later, his father, mother, and grandfather all came back. They all seemed to be very good people and were very enthusiastic towards me. At that time, I really envied him. Three generations, old and young, lived together, and the family was so nice.
Compared to me...
When it was getting dark, he sent me home. There was no one at home as usual.
He asked me where my family was? I told the truth.
"What about your mother?"
I couldn't say anything, I just smiled and watched.
He stayed and sat for a while.
I talked a lot with him and even showed him some martial arts. He seemed to be frightened, and his stunned look was particularly cute.
Later, I went to his house several times and had a great time every time.
One time, I had a bowl of braised noodles, and his grandmother said that it was his favorite thing to eat. It tasted good, but not amazing.
I can't understand why his favorite food is so ordinary?
"Because this is the taste of home."
Hearing his answer, I suddenly felt very sad.
Home, I also have a home, but I don’t know what home feels like.
During those days, I was in a bad mood, but he kept coaxing me and knitting all kinds of fun little things for me to make me happy.
A little annoying, a little...
This bad guy, I actually like him a little bit.
Hum hum, bad guy, let's see how I play tricks on you.
During that time, I loved teasing him. His reaction was very funny, so funny. I seemed to like him more and more.
Maybe because I like him, I bring him two boiled eggs every day, because he always says that he is poor, cannot keep up with nutrition, wants to eat eggs, and wants to grow up.
If he wants to eat eggs, I will give them to him. Who makes me... like him?