The Real Daughter's Wild Dog and Bamboo Horse Are Killing Each Other Like Crazy

Updated daily, I wish you all a happy day! The text is in third person. I am Li Zhaodi. When I squatted on the ridge of the field to break the corn, the back of my neck still hurt. This is what my mother used to whip me with a broom yesterday. Corn leaves cut through the blood blisters on my palms, and I counted the rows in a daze until the sound of the engine crushed the chirping of cicadas - several shiny black cars rolled across the dirt road and stopped at the grain drying field. When the woman in the cheongsam got out of the car, her high heels got stuck in the mud. She looked at me intently, then suddenly covered her mouth and started crying. Later I found out that she was my biological mother. I watched the adults deal with the bills, and then I was taken into the city that night. Before getting in the car, he handed me a paper bag and ran away. Inside were dried wild dates and a crumpled note: "Study hard and don't go hungry." I lowered my head and nodded, not letting him see my tears, and left. What I cannot forget are the old dreams crushed by the evening breeze and the shining stars in my muddy years. Finally, welcome to every reader, I hope this work can bring you emotional value. ദ്ദി˶˃ ᵕ ˂ )✧