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Chapter 25 Memories are like flowers, water, and wind

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    As she spoke, tears welled up in her mother's eyes, and she put down what she was doing and wiped away the tears with her hands.  "Hey. The last time she came back, she saw me, and she called me amiable grandma Yueyue is so beautiful, I can choose from the whole town, and I can't pick anyone as beautiful as her in ten years  Yes, but they have their own home."

    The mother's tone was much calmer, "When her master died, she was pitiful. People bullied her and no one cares about her. Her parents died early, and no one loved her. Her master's will was snatched away by her husband again.  , It seems that something has been changed. She didn't take any of her master's property. She made a fuss for more than half a year, but she didn't make a fuss. In a fit of anger, she committed suicide by drinking medicine. This girl may have wanted to die for a long time. What about women  , really bitter."

    Mother put a piece of hemp thread through the eye of the needle again, "Hey! What do you think is good in foreign countries? Here, we are poor, but at least when we have no one to rely on, we still have an uncle and aunt in the same family. No  There is the difficulty of having money, and the difficulty of having money. Hey, why is this money so harmful to people. Such a good girl will be gone if she doesn¡¯t have it.¡±

    After a while of silence, my mother seemed to think of something, "It's useless if she's gone, she's not ours, so don't think too much about it. Once a person dies, everything is gone, and it's useless to think about it."  gone."

    Seeing that I was tired, my mother said, "Go to bed and lie down. You are so sick these days that you can't support your body. You should go to bed and lie down."  Mother covered me with the quilt again, and nestled the edge of the quilt under me.  Sit down and put away the insoles.

    In the empty hut, the sound of mother putting on shoes was clear and cold, like the sky outside the window.  The butt of the needle collided with the thimble, making a piercing crisp sound.  The needle went through the sole of the shoe, pulled it out forcefully, the twine came slowly, and the chi chi sound was much deeper.

    I was thinking, since when did Yang Yue and I know each other?

    ? Recalling is like flowers, like water, even more like wind, tears do not flick easily

    I still remember that day, a day in the fifth grade of elementary school.  Since the morning, something strange has been controlling the atmosphere of the whole class.  Every student in the classroom faced each other with strange faces, and talked in a tone full of fear but mixed.

    Of course, this kind of excitement naturally excludes me.  In my childhood, until my teenage years, what else can wake up my heart that loves sleeping and reverie?

    I don't like studying, and I also believe that I can't learn well. What learning brings me is pain, shame and inferiority complex.

    I love silence, and I love being alone.  Up to now, even if the teacher insults me with disgusting words, taunts me with grinning teeth, even punishes me to stand up, or beats me hard, it will be of no avail to me.

    Not to mention a little trivial matter between classmates?  Most of their affairs are boring, let alone have nothing to do with me.

    However, that day, I had a strange feeling in my heart, as if I wanted to add something to my own little world, but I couldn't say it.

    There was a sound of footsteps, and the loud disputes and discussions came to an abrupt end. I felt an extremely strange thing standing on the podium accompanied by something that I hated to the bone.

    At the same time, I felt pairs of eyes piercing through my back and piercing straight to the classroom platform.  In the silent classroom with a strange smell, there were suddenly more whispers.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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