I haven't had a father since I was a child. The children around me said that I was a wild child and were unwilling to play with me. They often hit me with stones. I remember there were many rumors that my mother was messing around outside. I didn't even know who the child belonged to, and no one in the neighborhood wanted to have anything to do with us. Department, my mother and I lived together in a small house of less than 50 square meters. The house was quite dilapidated. It was an old bungalow. My mother supported me by buying groceries and lived a very hard life. My grades have always been very good, and I have always been among the best from the first grade to the sixth grade of elementary school. At that time, when I just entered junior high school, everyone else had their parents send them to school, but I only had my mother. My mother was in her 30s, her hands were full of calluses, and her face also had many wrinkles. She usually didn't care about dressing up, and she wore very tacky clothes. So every time there was a parent-teacher meeting, I lied and said that my mother was not at home. One time, I skipped breakfast in order to catch the bus, and then my mother sent it to me. I had two classes. The teacher I was told that my mother was looking for me. As soon as I went out, I saw my mother standing at the school gate, hunched over, carrying a very old house in her hand, and pushing the bicycle that she often used to sell vegetables. I felt very uncomfortable at the time. I took the lunch box and went back. When I returned to the classroom, I felt that the whole class was looking at me. I was quite uncomfortable at the time, because I was in class, and I heard someone whispering: Hey! Did you know? That Jiang Qiu's mother gave birth to him after having an affair when she was young. She didn't even know who her real father was, so she was just a wild child. I turned my head sharply, and the person who spoke was called Feng Liang. He was a second-generation rich man. All the shops in our town were owned by them, and the shop my mother rented belonged to his family.
Not bad and imaginative