Unknowingly, she had arrived in the village. She immediately called the driver and walked down quickly. The school was very close to her home. She happened to pass by it when she got off the car. She raised her head and took a look, and she began to feel uncomfortable again. That was
The school she once stayed in recalled her youth, every bit of her life, and those children's shoes...
She only stayed for a minute, and didn't dare to look at it for a few more seconds. She gritted her teeth, clutched her bag tightly, and walked away with heavy steps.
In fact, she really wanted to go home and have a look, but she didn't have the courage. She was afraid of seeing the man she hated so much, the man she would never forgive her in her life, and even if he killed her, she would not go back and look for one more second.
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However, after taking two steps forward, she stopped again. Her feet still refused to obey and she walked towards the familiar alley. She warned herself that she was not allowed to go in and could only watch secretly from a distance.
She couldn't let anyone find out that she had gone back.
Nothing could stop her desire, she could only indulge herself like this.
Soon she arrived at the door of her house, but she didn't dare to stay there. She could only find a hidden tree to hide in. The house remained the same as before, except that the flowers planted in front of the house had withered.
, just like her heart, she has lost what she needs most and has no way to continue to survive. How can a flower continue to grow without its owner and no one to cultivate it?
She is the same. She has lost her loved ones and her most precious things. Can her heart still warm up and can she still live happily?
Her heart was cut by a knife. She recalled her father, who had a kind face but a heart that was both mean and treacherous. He was so hypocritical that it made people feel frightened and frightened, and they couldn't tell the difference.
The door to the house was closed tightly, but there was the dazzling sound of mahjong and the yelling of a group of old men. When she heard this, her heart hurt even more, the pain was so uncomfortable, and she was so weak that she couldn't help it.
Still stubbornly unchanged, still the same as before, without any change.
He didn't change a little bit because he left, even if he didn't let her hear the sound of playing mahjong, then she wouldn't hate him so much, and she would be smart enough to think that he had repented and repented.
Maybe, she really should become more mature and stop being so naive and thinking that everything is as simple as she imagined.
In fact, the truth is often a hundred times, a thousand times crueler than imagined, and can even make people despair.
She covered her mouth, holding back, warning, not letting herself shed a single tear. No matter how sad she was, she didn't want to come back and embarrass herself. This place was no longer what it used to be. She was no longer from this village, not from Xia Wangsheng.