Half Asleep

Mo Mo, huddled up in a ball at the corner of the flowery street, only had guarding and fear in her unfocused eyes. She didn't know what she would encounter next? She didn't know if she would still be alive when the sun rose tomorrow, but she knew clearly that she could not be found again, and she couldn't believe what would happen if she was caught again. As long as she thought of what happened in the past, her body would tremble uncontrollably. That year, on days when snowflakes were falling, her weak back lingered at the school gate, neither daring to move forward nor to retreat; That year, his tall and tall figure concealed the spirit of hunting; That day, she finally escaped, leaving everything behind. She selfishly just wanted to survive for herself. Although she was full of guilt, she was still determined; That day, he whipped her guard crazily, venting his anger but unable to hide the bloodstains deep in his heart. She lied to him, used disguise in exchange for his relaxation, and escaped quietly. In the first half of his life, he was like her teacher and her father, but not like her husband; That year, he used special means to push her back because she explained and supplemented the meaning of his question; That year, she quietly dedicated everything she had while being moved; That year, she and he hugged each other quietly under the sycamore tree, and everything returned to peace; In the second half of his life, he used love to atone for his sins, and he used love to pray for longevity; no one knows whether the withered flowers can bloom again.