When I was eleven years old, in the crowded crowd at King's Station, my mother's right hand tightly grasped one of my arms, as if she was worried that it was not me who was missing, but my right forearm.
A girl about my age rushed into the stone wall in front of us with her luggage cart. At this moment, she suddenly approached me and whispered in my ear nervously and firmly:
"Hailey, you have to remember to stay away from arrogant and cowardly people, as well as spoiled children. You must remember."
I pretended to be convinced and nodded along with her, matching the rise and fall of my mother's chest. However, this does not mean that I lack respect for her, or that I am arrogant, but I know that these words are not her life experience, but the so-called natural maxims that she said casually after three glasses of rum last night as a medium who only knows how to play with colored glass blocks.
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I've opened a new trap again. I'm reading a first-person novel, and suddenly I want to write a first-person pen practice. Plus, I like the broken mirror and reunited dog blood. I don't have an outline, so I write wherever I think. It won't be very long.
Note in advance:
There is no love line in Lu Tang in this article
Although it is the first person, the original characters have their own personality strengths and weaknesses, and the views on the original characters do not represent the author's views.
Intention: It is rare to have a lover
