This article is not V, nor is it long. I will update it slowly and read it slowly. It is a rough article. The protagonist of this story is not me, but my mother. She is the person I love most, but also the person I least understand and hate. I can't imagine that a well-behaved girl from a scholarly family would have anything to do with words like homosexuality and having children out of wedlock, but unfortunately, these are the adjectives I have heard most often since I was sensible. I advised her more than once to leave that place full of vicious words. But she kept insisting. She... Had no idea that those dirty words were like sharp knives, cutting into my heart inch by inch. Even after I grew up, I never went back there for a long time. The son wants to be raised, but the relatives don't wait for him. I came back again, but it was when my mother left. She left very peacefully and left with a smile, still clutching the yellowed old photo in her hand... God had mercy on me and allowed me to go back to when my mother was young. I thought that I could change her life... Note: This is an innocent era, two young girls, pure, daring to love and hate, a vigorous love story. There is no distinction between criticism and criticism in this article. It is easy not to drive. In the pseudo-80s, textual research was not allowed. Big bugs could be mentioned, but minor details should be ignored. By the way, please pay attention to the article that is being updated - Go catching ghosts with the Ghost King - It's harmful... People also want...
