On the day Li Yu was born, Li Yu's mother waited on the operating table for 20 minutes. Every second was a heart-wrenching pain. There was only a 12-year-old boy outside the operating room. This was her brother Li Shun, whom she had never met before. He begged and urged the bastard father on the other end of the phone to come quickly. The wailing of women kept coming from the operating room, accompanied by the boy's tears falling drop by drop. He felt sorry for her mother. 20 Minutes later, I saw Li Yu's father arriving slowly. He still smelled of alcohol. He scrawled Li Yu's name on the surgical paper, and finally lay down straight on the hospital bench and fell asleep. The operation went smoothly. The strong woman endured it for four hours. Mother and daughter were safe.
His parents divorced when he was six years old, and then Li Shun dropped out of school and took on the burden of life with his mother. In the past four years, He Yan dated twice more, but these men took great action on the still young Li Yu, and once they almost separated the mother and daughter.
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Winter or autumn may be too miserable, and people don't understand the splendor of spring and summer. I don't care about things in spring, the so-called delicate lotus flowers in summer, let alone the coquettish roses. I only want you, and I want countless days and nights with you.
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When I saw you, my face was so red that I couldn't hold back a word, and when I couldn't see you, I really missed you. In fact, it was just a few insignificant words, and the rest didn't matter.
Purpose: Oppose domestic violence and focus on family education