Yan Li was never well-behaved. He’d been that way since he was little.
Not entirely, though. It was after his younger brother was born that he became the naughty, troublemaking bad kid who never did anything useful in his family’s eyes.
What was Yan Li like before he had a younger brother?
No one remembers. Not even Yan Li.
But on a drizzly spring day, they all remembered.
They looked at one another and said in unison: Yan Li was the prettiest child in the world, the best-behaved child in the world, and a child who should have grown up cherished by his family.
What a pity Yan Li doesn’t remember.
Because he died.
“No one in this world loves me. They all want me dead. So why do they cry now that I’m dead?”
Reader’s note:
1. There is a pairing, one-on-one, and his partner absolutely adores him.
2. I’m a bad writer, so please don’t flame me. Please bookmark!
Theme: Leave disappointment in the past, and entrust sorrow to the future
It is regret and regret for the family, and despair for Yanli. These things are not fatal, but they are absolutely fatal.
I... Why didn't I read the introduction? I just thought it was a fake death and then read the article excitedly... Don't ask, asking will cause me to collapse and cry to death. They all love words and rituals, and they only love dead words and rituals. If Yanli survives, no one will care about him, which is even more cruel to think about. Perhaps death is the best ending for him. Tragedy is doomed from the time everyone is born and his personality is formed.
Mrs. Momo, this article is really good. It is my favorite type. I decided to open a separate favorites for this article.
Madam, I haven't looked down there yet. I've been a little busy recently, and I passed the exam without failing. I think there may be something to write about in each chapter of this book, which will make me restless. I don't want to read it hastily, as I feel it is disrespectful to it. I decided to wait until I finish my English speech next week and feel a little better, so I can come back and watch it when I have time!
Wuwuwuwuwu, if you are partial, you will be left out. The sad thing is not that you will be left out, but that you once had it but lost it. I once dreamed of going back to the past. The flow of time is irreversible, just as life cannot be rewinded, and the past time can never be returned. That layer of estrangement has always existed, and it will be difficult to eliminate it even later. A person who once lived in the sun is now trapped in darkness. Has he ever thought about what kind of person his father was? Why did he change when he was so good to him? So, if you are injured, there will be scars. Every time you see it, it seems to remind you of what happened, and you will never forget it. He is obviously his biological son, but he is considered a stranger. How ironic, how sad. He approached cautiously and tentatively, but what he received in return was a harsh word and a merciless expression. He is a stranger in this family. He once belonged here and never belonged here. He should be able to grow up happily and healthily. If there were no new members, wouldn't this happen? If the newcomer's health hadn't been so bad, he wouldn't have gone through this. Dad is obviously a chauvinist. He is the one in power in the family and everything is controlled by him. The moment people realize their mistakes, they may feel a trace of regret, and most of their emotions are self-deception, making excuses for themselves. After talking too much, it seems that I believe it, and I feel at ease that I am not wrong, and it is everyone else who is wrong. There is no way in this world that there is exactly the same empathy. It is just that we have experienced partially similar experiences and the emotions generated are also similar. The two have reached resonance to a certain extent. In fact, how much of this is true feelings, you know whether you are warm or cold. At the end of the day, your life is always just your life. You are not a machine and you don't have to follow other people's instructions and requirements. What others can give you is always advice, not orders. There is nothing wrong with being grateful to your parents for giving you life. But you are not the appendage of your parents, you are a complete individual, you are yourself! Please remember, Yanyan, learn to think rationally, learn to plan for yourself, and you don't need to blindly obey others. A pleaser personality is not good. Learn to live for yourself, you also have your own life, you are the main body of your life. As social animals, communication is indeed inevitable, but there is no need to limit the scope to your own family. Go out and make more friends. Maybe this family has failed you a little. It brings you joy and pain. People say that home is a warm haven, but in your case, I feel that home is a chain, a devil's claw, a place that seals your true self. A colorful and unique soul turned into a cookie-cutter, well-behaved child. Good boy, do you actively want to be a good boy, or do you want to be a passive one? Maybe this is also a yoke, a lock called family, and a lock called morality. The feeling from this perspective is not as deep as that of my mother. Maybe as a woman, it is easy to get the point with a little bit of thought. It's also possible that I didn't think more carefully and deeply, my thoughts were limited, and I could only see the world in the jar. That's all that comes to mind. Yanyan went to heaven, which seems more like relief to me. At first I was aggrieved, but now I think it's good to leave. No matter what happens behind you or your name behind you, that's great. It's just you, who came to this world with expectations and joy, but ended up hastily and ended up like this. I hope to see you well in the next life, Yanyan.
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Woo woo woo (┯_┯) A word comes to mind for no reason Can we only see the glory on the other side? The general idea is that you can only see the advantages of the other person, but not yourself. I can't tell whether it's a blind eye or putting the cart before the horse, well, maybe it's neither. Gentleness can sometimes be a knife Maybe at some inadvertent moment we all lost ourselves Sometimes your good intentions and kindness will not be reciprocated, but once you do something wrong, you will face a lot of criticism. When you have a child who is very comfortable and assured and will never let you worry and a child who always needs to worry about, the mother's eyes will mostly be focused on the younger brother, because the older brother is too sensible and does not need the mother to worry about it. Taking care of his younger brother is very tedious, hard, and messy. My older brother can already take care of himself and won't cause trouble. My younger brother is also his relative, so he can help out a little at this time. Maybe he wouldn't be so devoted to his younger brother at the beginning, but as time fades, memories fade, and subconscious choices erase the impression of the wanton and gentle boy before, leaving only a good brother who can take good care of his younger brother. Once it is labeled with this label, it may never be removed. Most of the topics discussed revolve around the younger brother. Maybe the older brother will tell some interesting things about school or what activities he has experienced, but maybe the final topic of the family will still be firmly focused on the younger brother, which is inevitable. The younger brother invaded the elder brother's life as harmlessly as water. He seemed to be there and he seemed not to be there. He was not as important as air, but without him, it seemed that some unknown and unpleasant things would appear in this family. As for my brother, it is my duty as an older brother to take care of him. My mother has also told me to do this well, so I am even less likely to mess him up. Gradually, care becomes a habit, even an instinct. Time is inherently cruel. At the end of the article, my mother communicated with her brother, but the focus of the topic could not avoid my brother. You see, when my younger brother gets better, he will notify his elder brother as soon as possible. Doesn't this mean he cares about his elder brother? The person who shares the joy first is always the most important, right? The person you are subconsciously looking for must be the most familiar person, right? Please understand the premise clearly. What is the reason for chatting? Brother, if she didn't have the relationship with her brother, would she share a beautiful bouquet of flowers as soon as she saw it today? She may not consider it beautiful. Maybe, in her opinion, it is not important. To be more precise, it is not as important as her brother. You say she has lost her desire to share, but will she pass on the news? You said she didn't care about her brother, but she informed him immediately. Perhaps, since the elder brother has almost faded out of the mother's sight, the relationship between them is no longer that of mother and son, but has unknowingly transformed into that of the younger brother's mother and younger brother's elder brother. My brother's condolence meeting was deserted. It's like seeing a shining and gentle person walking step by step into the lonely rain , he may still be the same boy as before, or he may not be that boy. He fell into darkness and never saw the world again Close your eyes and sleep Goodbye to this world When he came, he was wearing bright clothes and angry horses, and he was also in high spirits I don't know why the young man walked alone on a strange road Once upon a time, I cut off all options with him and pushed him to a dead end. (My mother realized that she hadn't had a good talk with him for a long time. She had regrets, remorse, and perhaps collapse. She was obviously her own child, so how could she end up in such a situation, even his funeral was rushed? Am I a qualified mother? At the end of the article, she may not only realize that her brother was about to forget her when she was a child, but she may also gradually think of the various interactions between them. Memories contain knives, and knives are deadly.) The above is what I suddenly felt like writing. It's a bit disorganized. Please forgive me for writing whatever I thought of. Your wife writes well! Please keep up the good work! That's it for now. Good night everyone! ——At one thirty in the morning, the first chapter of an essay is the product of someone's interest.
Is there really such a family?
I hope you can be happy every day in your next life
I feel a little uncomfortable crying