"Brother? Have you watched too many brain-dead dramas? Why didn't I know when my mother gave birth to you?" Hua Ziyu raised his head, looked carelessly, and pulled the corner of his mouth into an arc to the right, like a right parenthesis.
"No, I was born by my mother. It's none of your mother's business. I'm asking you why you came to our school?" She insisted and asked without shame.
He could never forget that day, the day that would always replay in his nightmares. He still couldn't believe that such a bloody thing would happen in front of him. He felt that he didn't even act like this when filming, so what hatred and hatred could come from this? In the distance, Feng Xue and Zhang Yaoyao didn't know what they were talking about. Suddenly, Feng Xue jumped up, pulled Zhang Yaoyao, and jumped down to the sixth floor...
"I'm sorry, son, I have never seen so much money. I didn't think there was anything shameful about it at the time. I don't regret giving birth to you. I only regret that I greedily wanted more, wanted your father's respect, and even delusional about getting his love." He still remembered that the handwriting of the letter was delicate, neat, and not messy at all.
From then on, he did not dare to turn off the lights and sleep; from then on, as long as he was alone at home, the TV in the living room would always be on, with the channel fixed at CCTV 5 and the sound fixed at level 3.
Intention: May you be safe and sound where I can't see you