End of Season

Memories of my dark and dilapidated childhood. The only warmth that ever existed was my grandma, who would lead me to enjoy the breeze and count the stars on the top floor of our building since I was a child. The father in my memory is no longer the one who smiled when he was little and forced Ji Mo to go out to visit and say: You are my proud father! The father's figure gradually became blurry. Since when did that father become a drunkard who was addicted to drinking and smoking? Every time the drunk father started to curse my mother, grandma and me crazily... My mother never said anything. She only had eyes for her younger brother. , Every time at this time, grandma would always look at me with a loving face: "Momo, don't listen, in the future, when you walk out of here, my Momo is so beautiful and kind, and will always be taken care of." Ji Mo thought that such a day would not get worse, and having grandma here was her only comfort. But she was wrong. The world never gave her any pity or charity. Often the way God causes you the most pain is to give you the seeds of hope and crush them after you are filled with joy. End of season This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.