[I believe many people have had this feeling that their life is like a fairy tale.
My father is tall and reliable, my mother is virtuous and capable, my parents are loving, and my family is harmonious and happy.
And as the fruit of their love, I am of course the happiest young man in the world...]
Awakened from dream again,
Xiaotong, who was lying on her parents' bed, wiped her tears, curled up and punched her chest twice.
This is the first time I feel so disappointed with myself, such a failure...
I looked at my phone. I was so busy with my thoughts last night that I forgot to set the alarm clock. Fortunately, I woke up early.
Silently cheering myself up in my mind: I still have things to do today. I need to take a lift from my mother's work to pack my things.
It's better to get up early, so as not to be late and cause trouble to others...
In the afternoon, I finally carried all my bags home.
Boxes, mattresses and other miscellaneous large items were piled up in the living room, and I couldn't muster the energy to tidy them up...
At night, Xiaotong sat at the desk and couldn't wait to open a package of things that he had been thinking about and read. The result...
Meow meow meow? ? ? Is this really what happened?
OMG! Suddenly, it was as if I had been given a shot of chicken blood, and the barrage in my mind was so rapid that I could not even speak coherently...
Do you think your dad is just who you think your dad is?
Do you think your mother is just who you think your mother is?
No, No, No... It doesn't exist!
Sure enough, no one is a classmate without stories...