Limit 500 words Many people have called my mother a vixen. I also hated her when I was a child, because she made others look down on me. Later, when I grew up, I no longer hated her. I envy her, envy her free and easy, envy her freedom like the wind.
"Uncle Tang, what kind of woman is your mother?"
"She is a woman who has made me regret, regret, and sigh for ten years. Her appearance can only be called delicate and she has no special talents, but she can make many men dream about her."
"Young Master Fan, what kind of woman is your mother?"
It is unimaginable that Fan Shao, who is cruel and cold-hearted in the eyes of outsiders, would actually raise the corners of his mouth when he recalled his mother, "She is the love of my life, the person I hold in my heart."
"Uncle Bai, what kind of woman is my mother?"
When talking about my mother, my eyes are gentle but confused, "I don't know whether she is ruthless or affectionate, whether she is loveless or philanthropic. Just like the wind, you can feel her presence, but you can't catch her."
"Uncle Xiao, what kind of person is mom?"
"Many people scolded her, but I felt that she was insecure because she didn't believe in love, so she didn't dare to give her sincerity. She would rather be scolded by others than play with the world. I feel sorry for her and would like to spend my whole life proving it, but she doesn't believe it after all."