We Won't Lose Each Other for the Rest of Our Lives

Hello, I am Song Muxin. From an early age, I knew that I was different from other children. Children from other families have a father, a mother, and grandparents who love them. Since childhood, they have been held in the hands of adults for fear of falling, and held in their mouths for fear of melting. As for me, my mother talks about me every day, "Mu Xin, you have to be obedient, you have to work hard, you have to be good, and only when you are good will my father see you, and only then will my father take time to see us, mother and son..." My father, oh no, it's my father. My mother won't let me call him dad, saying it's disrespectful. My father seems very tall, but I actually don't know, because every time I see him, he is sitting on the tall chair at home, holding a big pipe in his hand, and I can't see him clearly through the thick smoke... Every time we meet, my mother always asks me to bring my homework and recite the text to my father. Only at this time, my mother's face The sadness seems to be lighter, and it seems to be braver After my father smoked a pipe and listened to me reciting a text, he would say to me in a slightly cold voice, "Muxin is good, go to study, your mother and I still have something to talk about, collect the red envelope and buy some favorite toys." Then he took a big red envelope from the uncle in black standing next to him, and handed it to me. My mother said that my father gave me red envelopes to express encouragement. He would only give me red envelopes if he liked me. Therefore, I have known since I was a child that to express concern, just give money. Money is the most versatile thing in the world. And grandparents? Since I can remember, I seem to have only seen them twice. Both times were in a very big banquet hall. My mother carefully held my hand and asked me to kowtow to my grandparents and wish them a happy new year... And I had never really seen clearly what those two old people who were said to have "crane-haired childlike faces" and "gods and gods" looked like. Grandpa and grandma? I don't know, I don't dare to ask, and I don't dare to mention it. One time I came back from kindergarten and asked my mother excitedly, "Mom, where are my grandparents?" Today the teacher taught us that our grandparents are our mother's parents, and they are the best people to us. Mom... Before she could finish her words, a crack suddenly appeared on her mother's always smiling face. Although she often cried, that time was the saddest she cried in my memory. My mother did not give me an answer, and I never dared to ask again. I thought, since my mother is so beautiful and gentle, my grandparents should be the same. I hope everything is fine for them. On my 6th birthday, my father stayed at our house for an unprecedented three days. During those three days, my mother seemed happy and sad at the same time, always looking at my father with a smile but with tears. During those three days, my father did not let me go to school. Instead, he and my mother took me to Disneyland and Disco for the first time. Niland was so big and empty, and there were a lot of people in black around my father. They didn't play with me, but it didn't matter. I was used to playing by myself, and there were no children in the kindergarten to play with me. They all called me an illegitimate child, but no matter how much I asked, the teacher and mother refused to tell me the meaning of illegitimate child. That day, I played in the park all day long. My father and mother were always with me. My father sat next to me, and my mother stood meekly next to my father... That day, I felt that I was the happiest cub in the world. The animated characters that I usually only see on TV also appeared around me. They were so kind, they would squat down to look at me, rub my head, and look at me tenderly... That day was the happiest day in my short life, not because I went to Disneyland, but because my father and mother were by my side. At that time, I thought it would be like this every day in the future...

The author said that when the building reached 5,000 yuan, she took a lot of photos! Don't you want to see beautiful sisters?

The meaning of this post is to express the words I have hidden in my heart. This may make me feel better. In reality, I am a person who is not good at words and will not go to anyone to talk to, so I can only express these words online. I am an artist. Student, my surname is Yang, I won't mention my first name. I was born in Zhangzhou, Fujian. I have a half-sister in my family. Perhaps in the eyes of many people when they were young, their father has always been an upright existence. Of course I am no exception. I also admired my father very much when I was a child. By the fifth grade, my dad lost a lot of money gambling. At that time, all his image in my heart collapsed. After that, although he still went to work, he cursed all day long when he came home and became an alcoholic every day. As for my mother, in As long as I can remember, I have been playing mahjong in mahjong parlors. My mother didn't have a job. If we insist on saying that she did, then my mother's job was to play mahjong. Apart from playing mahjong, she would go out to drink and sing with friends. Anyway, this was her whole day schedule. My childhood was also quite sad. It's miserable. I still remember that when I was in third grade, I was sent to our gym to learn Taekwondo. In fact, I lived pretty well there. It would have been better if I wasn't bullied by two sixth graders. I guess it was during the second half of my Taekwondo course that I was bullied by two sixth graders every day. I was beaten, robbed of money, and threatened not to tell others. In the end, it was my grandma who helped me out. We moved to a new home in the fifth grade. We lived with my grandma before, but due to my dad's gambling, the other half of my grandma's house was sold to someone else (because it was on the same floor Then there were two rooms that were connected together) to help my dad pay off his debt. Our new home was given to me by my grandfather when he was working in Zhangzhou. It is an old-fashioned work dormitory. Since moving there, my parents have often quarreled. Not only did they quarrel, but they also fought, sometimes even with me. Then When I was young, I was very afraid of their quarrels. Sometimes I would call my grandma from home to break up the fight (my grandma lived a street away from our house). At that time, whenever there was a quarrel, my mother would definitely wake me up and keep telling me that if we divorced, who would you go with? Then my dad would tell me that your surname is Yang, think about it for yourself. These words left a mark on my young mind. I still can't let go of the hurt these words brought to me. I was bullied in elementary school. It was useless to tell the teacher, because he would only tell me, you Think about why he bullies you instead of others. You have to find the reason yourself. And I am very weak and small, so I was bullied a lot in elementary school. My pen was stolen and my eraser was gone. Or they secretly drained the water from my kettle and replaced it with raw water... When I got to junior high school, I didn't change, and I was still bullied. But fortunately, I met a few very close friends in junior high school. I still keep in touch until my second year of high school, and we often get together. As for the past two years in art school, no one finally bullied me. Maybe it's because I have grown into 1 The reason for Mi 9. My depression was diagnosed as moderate depression by our city hospital in October 2019. I don't know what caused me to suffer from depression. Maybe it's family reasons, or maybe it's things that happened when I was a child... Suffering from depression again After the disease, I became more enthusiastic and wanted to integrate into the group, because I was afraid that others would find out about me. I was afraid that others would treat me as a monster. So I laughed and played with them every day, but I really couldn't be happy. It was like my happiness disappeared, or it was very short-lived. It's so short that I can't feel it. I become taciturn in my room at night, crying secretly, and bear all the negative emotions alone. On the second day, I have to continue living like a normal person. From last year to now, my parents have never thought that I suffer from depression, they think that I am just They are just pretending, they just don't want to go to school (because we have to go to the hospital for a follow-up visit every two weeks on Friday). The doctor also told them not to say those words, but they didn't listen. They just went their own way. Those words were true, whether they were intentional or unintentional, I can't let go. I really can't help it. Forget those hurts. I don't like to talk to them much now. I'm afraid they will say again: "What can you worry about? Why don't you just eat something delicious and you'll be fine again?" "You're going to get better soon, then you smile like that every day?" What can I do? Am I crying to them every day? Even though I was so ill, I didn't tell my good friends. I didn't want to, but I was afraid that they would leave me if they knew about it. I didn't dare to gamble. Because I really don't have many friends, my circle is very small, and I only have a few friends. And I think friends are for sharing happy things. So for so long, I have been carrying it all by myself. I have been tossing and turning every night and can't sleep, and I can't fall asleep before 6 o'clock. I can only rely on eating. I can fall asleep after taking the medicine, but it is very late, at least after 3 o'clock. During the day, I still have to endure the physical complications caused by depression, such as back pain, sudden overeating, or not wanting to eat at all. I feel depressed all day long. It is really uncomfortable. The pressure comes over me like a tide. In May of this year, I cut myself many times on my hands, but I am no longer self-harming. 7 At the end of the month, because I used to like to post some of my feelings on NetEase Cloud, maybe it was because my comments were relatively sad, and because at that time I was deeply involved in the Internet cloud suppression controversy, and I was criticized in various ways. I was attacked with all kinds of extremely malicious language. It really makes me sad to see that kind of language. It is never an earth-shattering thing that can make me completely collapse. Just one sentence can make me miserable. Then. Later, I had a big fight with my parents about not keeping their promise. I chose to take antidepressants for a week and attempted suicide. It was really difficult at that time. Sudden autism can really drive people crazy. As for September now, I can only say that it is slightly better than July. I am still living well. Let me talk about the future things slowly. If I am still alive, I will always support Meng Chuaner. And the author.

October 30th Goddess Kingdom Today is Meng Chuan'er's birthday, and this is also the first time she has not celebrated her birthday in China. On this day, Meng Chuaner dressed up beautifully and came to a birthday party prepared for her by Yu Xiaoshan. Only these friends who are currently in the Kingdom of the Goddess attended this party, so Song Muxin and Carney also came to celebrate Meng Chuoer's birthday. When Yu Xiaoshan saw Meng Chuan'er arriving, he said, "Happy birthday, this is the gift I carefully prepared for you." Yu Xiaoshan then handed over a dagger to Meng Chuan'er. "..." Meng Chuan'er was at a loss as to why Yu Xiaoshan gave her the dagger. At this time Song Muxin also blessed Meng Chuan'er and handed a pistol to her as a birthday gift. Kani suddenly laughed and said with a smug look: "You are too childish to give gifts. This is a "skewer version of the rocket launcher" I customized for Meng Chuan'er. When you encounter an enemy, just press the button and it is guaranteed to blow the enemy to pieces." "You are all looking for a beating. What the hell are you giving me? You treat me like a female gangster and a bandit. Am I like that kind of person? Bah!" Meng Chuan'er said angrily. Meng Chuan'er then spoke again: "I'm not what you think. She is obviously a delicate girl." After Meng Chuan'er said this, her face turned red with shyness.

Sometimes, you may have fallen asleep, and the person doing the coding is still typing away at the computer. Sometimes, when you are reading a book so much that you don't want to sleep and it's already dawn, the author may be tired just now, and then lie down weakly on the bedside. Sometimes, you have been busy for a month, or a week or two, come here to read a book, subscribe, enjoy it, and like the book reviews. But you don't know, maybe during the time you left, the author didn't know how many times he got angry because of subscription issues. The content of the struggle is nothing more than: What are they doing, why don't they read books... Then sometimes they are motivated, sometimes they are not motivated... In fact, everyone is busy every day, and we get together because of a favorite book. This is fate. We can read it whenever we have time, but the author cannot. She has to write whether she is free or not, whether she is in a good or bad mood, even if her relatives are here for a few days... For the author, the biggest motivation after it is put on the shelves is to subscribe. Although it doesn't cost much to subscribe, but after the update, I see that everyone is subscribing, which naturally makes me feel better. When you are in a good mood, the things you write may become more beautiful. So I think the greatest support for the author is to turn on our [Automatic Subscription] button. We can book first, because as long as you like it, you can book early or late. Clicking a button is equivalent to turning on the power switch of creation. Why not? Brother Meng, take action.

[Meng Chuaner, listen to me]... As soon as I came in, I smelled a strong spicy smell. Yes, that was the smell of smoke. Coincidentally, I am also an old smoker with more than 25 years of smoking experience, so I feel very friendly. In the story, Meng Chuan'er, a little girl, is as quiet as a pine and as active as a rabbit, living a cool and comfortable life. Now let me report the progress, we have reached more than 50 chapters. There is one thing I don't understand. As a war reporter, why do you only focus on AK-47 in terms of military equipment? Many of the nightclub scenes brought back a lot of memories for me! I used to have a boss who was from Harbin, and I learned a word from him that I think is appropriate to summarize: Reality👍

Blessings!

Urban, suspense, reasoning. Referring specifically to this book, the protagonist and supporting characters have high IQs. Don't feed me 💩, Shui Wen doesn't want it. No need for ancient romance. Fancy the lowest reward of silver.

Then let me open your eyes! The words are too loud😥😥😥Let's just see...

The divine work is named, and the first alliance is dedicated.