The Highest Thirteenth Moment

Abba Abba, oops, why did my manuscript of Chapter 55 end up here? Oh, what's going on? What should I do? You said this is a serious matter, oh, it's true, oh, my sister must have secretly messed with my phone to post this, I don't know anything, Abba Ababa. (I am cursing before I finish. I don't know if those people will read my novel. I am just an ordinary and inactive person. This is all I can do, but at least if such people are reading my novel now, because These people who force their children to die have no humanity. How can you not even give up your humanity? There are so many bad people who are forced to live by no means! You want humanity! Why don't you, mothers and fathers, force your children to death? You are still alive to harm your children! You are not as good as animals! People don't deserve to be human! Why are you just being violent in the house? What kind of men do you think you are when you are cruel to your loved ones? Hey, I can understand if you cheat on me. After all, this is a matter of principle. We women have done nothing wrong to you, and have not made any principled mistakes. Why do you have the nerve to cook, do the laundry, clean the house, and take care of the children every day? Are you talking about your mouth and your butt? Just cut off the lower part, and say that if you love your son for a lifetime, you will love him for a lifetime! Your children will also leave in the future, with their own homes and careers. The only person who can always be by your side in this life is your partner. If the people I mentioned see what I said, I hope you can look back and say something to your lover who has not left you. I'm sorry, it's not too late. Your lover's hands are warm. Don't let these hands leave you. Take up the man's responsibility and responsibility. Your toughness and bloodiness should be tough and tender both externally and internally.) Please pass the review, write down your temperament. I assess the situation Text begins —— Wu Zhaodi's life after marriage was not happy. Wang Gang had violent tendencies and was always drunk. He would beat her when he was drunk, and he would beat her when he lost money playing with friends. Anyway, if she is unhappy, I will beat her. Even if she becomes pregnant later, I will still beat her. Because of what her mother said to Wu Zhaodi, she has been silently enduring it, day after day, year after year. When her water broke in the end, she called the ambulance herself, and no one was with her. Wang came just now after the baby was born, and the first thing he said when he saw the doctor was whether it was a boy or a girl. Wang Gang was very angry when he found out it was a girl. "Fuck! You gave birth to a money-losing thing!" The doctors and nurses around him looked at him with complicated eyes, which made him unhappy. They rushed into the ward and raised the child to death, but fortunately the nurses reacted quickly and stopped him. "What are you doing! Get away!" "Sir, please calm down, this is your child!" "It's none of your business if I throw my own child to death! Get out of my way and be careful, I will take out a knife and stab you!" The nurses were unmoved and hugged the man tightly, controlling him. In the end Wang Gang gave up and threw the child to death. Said to Wu Zhaodi who was lying on the bed while smoking a cigarette. "Forget it this time, it happened to be raised and sold to her brother as a gift. If the stinky woman gives birth to a boy next time, I will kill you with my car." The nurse next to him interrupted Wang Gang. "Sir, what are you going to name the child? I need to write it down here." "Let's call her Zhaodi. It's auspicious and just the same name as her mother." Wu Zhaodi was absent-minded, staring blankly at the child in her arms, not knowing what to think. Finally, as if he had figured out something, he pressed his left index finger on the child's lips. "Baby, my baby, my little baby, can mommy take you and run away?" Wu Zhaodi was impulsive for the first time in her life and ran away with her child in her arms, but where could she run? Finally, she walked back to her parents' home, knelt at the door and begged her mother to take her in, but her mother sent her back. Wang Gang wouldn't even know that Wu Zhaodi had run away if her mother hadn't sent her back. "You bitch, you dare to run! Let's see if I don't beat you to death!" Wu Zhaodi was beaten severely by Wang Gang in front of her mother. The mother actually smiled and said, right? (Hahaha, when I heard this, I was stunned, Gan!) After only three days of confinement, Wang Gang couldn't wait to be intimate. He snatched Wang Zhaodi who was drinking milk from Wu Zhaodi's arms and threw it to the ground. He couldn't wait to ride on Wu Zhaodi. (Haha, Fake Oil.) Wu Zhaodi moved his hand towards Wang Zhaodi who was thrown to the ground. Wang Gang was very dissatisfied with his weak struggle. He also had a bad experience with a woman who had just given birth. He slapped Wu Zhaodi and got dressed and went out to find the lady. (I can't think of any insulting words to describe this man. I feel that any insulting words used to describe him are just to clean him up again, not so noble.) The weak Wu Zhaodi fell off the bed, crawled to Wang Zhaodi and hugged her tightly. She was relieved when she was sure he was still alive. She could no longer hold back the tears. Babies grow very fast. Wang Zhaodi slowly learned to crawl, walk, and run. Wu Zhaodi's belly also slowly grew bigger. Entering the delivery room again, there was still no one to accompany him. This time it was a boy. The doctor called Wang Gang to inform him. After Wang Gang arrived, he rushed into the ward and picked up his son. He took out his mobile phone and made a video call to his parents to show them his son. He also made a video call to a bunch of friends to share his son. The nurse came and asked what name to give. "Wang Meng! My son must be promising!" After Wang Gang finished showing off to those who could show off, he put the child into the cradle nearby and then looked at Wu Zhaodi. "Take good care of my son! I will celebrate with my friends! If my son is hungry, you will be finished!" Her daughter was sleeping on the side of the bed, with her son in her arms. Wu Zhaodi gently strangled her son's neck with her hands. The trembling of her hands could tell that he couldn't bear it, but he still made up his mind. As he lost his breath, Wu Zhaodi gently put her son on the other side and looked at her daughter. My heart aches, and the tears have dried up and the blood is flowing out of my eyes. Everything became quiet. She dragged her body against the head of the bed, bumping against it again and again, once, twice, three times, four times... The white quilt was dyed red against the wall. She leaned against the wall and could clearly hear the beating of her heart getting weaker and weaker. My body is cold and numb, and I can no longer feel the pain. With a smile on his face. (It has been corrected and a lot of descriptions have been deleted.) Yan took out the folding bed and unfolded it, lying on it with his legs crossed, and he called out a book to read. Until the afternoon of the next day, Wang Gang came back. He opened the door and saw this scene and was stunned for a while. He quickly picked up Wu Zhaodi's son on the left and put his fingers tremblingly under his son's nose. Too cold with no heat. Wang Gang raised his foot and kicked Wu Zhaodi down, threw the thing in his hand to the ground, and smashed everything around him crazily. "A person like you can also be sad? I'm curious if you have any heart?" Only then did Wang Gang find Yan lying on the folding bed. Yan closed the book, and as the air around the book and top was suddenly filled with black strips, Wang Gang couldn't move, so Yan slowly stood up and walked slowly towards Wang Gang step by step. He put his hand on Wang Gang's forehead and gently pushed it against the wall, clasping his head. "3~2~1!" Intensive thumping sounds. Yan grabbed Wang Gang's head and smashed it again and again, until afterimages were left, until he smashed through the wall and turned it into a puddle of mud. Yancai stopped and walked into the bathroom. He washed his hands and snapped his fingers to clean himself. He returned to the room and picked up the boy who threw the quilt on the ground. He freed one hand to pick up the girl again and disappeared. Wu Zhaodi, who was kicked to the ground, also disappeared. (These two chapters commemorate this strong and great mother. The real situation is that she told me at the time that when she was in the hospital bed, she wanted to strangle her son to death, but in the end she could not bear to do it. Later, her man continued domestic violence as usual, beating her daughter, her son, and Fortunately, her daughter and son were very sensible. Then one day she came to say goodbye to me and said that she had discussed it with her daughter and son and planned for the three of them to leave together. Yes, the kind that would never be in this world again. Huh, I wanted to persuade them, but I didn't know how to persuade them. I felt that I would be guilty of persuading them to give up this idea. When she told me this, her eyes shone brightly and she smiled brightly. The two usually gloomy children were also very happy, but I was thinking if I had persuaded her, right? That's it. My friend, she is 9 years older than me. I usually call her sister. She is really very special. Very good. This matter has been in the past for a long time, but I will always remember it. Here I wish you once again that if you have been reincarnated, you must be in a good family, and you must marry a good man in the future. Your two children are still waiting to be your children in heaven. They are healthy and have a happy life.)

"Zhao Di, chopsticks cannot be inserted standing up. Rice inserted standing up is for the dead." "I know, mom." "Slippers cannot face the bed, it is unlucky." "Okay mom." "Don't chirp while eating." "I was wrong, mom." "Don't touch the bowl with your chopsticks, or you'll be begging for food for the rest of your life." "I'm sorry, mom." "You can't move your chopsticks first before your elders move them, you have to wait. You can only do it after all the elders have moved their chopsticks." "Okay, mom." "I'm sorry, Mom." "Don't put the chopsticks in your mouth." "Yeah." "You have to sit there like a straight person with your legs closed but not open. What does it look like with your legs spread apart?" "Oh." "Who taught you how to cross your legs? Just like a errand. Put your legs down." "It's like sitting there, don't scratch your head or pick your nose, you have ADHD!" "Hmm." "Take off your socks and don't kick the quilt, and don't stretch your legs out." " Well." "Why are you wearing such a short skirt? You should wear long pants or a long skirt. For women, legs are very private parts and cannot be exposed." "You must wash them off if you accidentally touch them. Br> "No matter what happens, you must not run away, you must walk slowly, and you must walk dignifiedly, like a girl." "Yes." "You must take a bath at least once a day, and girls must be clean!" "Yes." "You must go home before 17 o'clock every day, and you can't be even a minute late." "Yes." "You are not allowed to fall in love. Falling in love is all fake. When you reach the age where you can marry, I will arrange a blind date for you." Shave your hair once and clean it all over your body. " "Hmm." "Don't talk to men, let alone have anything to do with boys." "Hmm." Countless rules controlled the girl until her mother told her the rules again after the girl's 18th birthday party. "We have to get married at the age of 18. After this period, it will be difficult to make a move, and there will be very few people who will want you. Mom has found you a few blind dates with good conditions. You can meet them one by one starting from tomorrow. Remember, there is no confirmed relationship. Before, we couldn't hold hands or get too close, and we couldn't refuse clearly. We had to leave their contact information, find a notebook to write down their conditions, and then compare the conditions." The girl's father finally couldn't help but speak for the girl. "You treat your daughter as a commodity, right? Let's see which condition is better and see who pays the higher price, right?" "What are you talking about! Why do I treat my daughter as a commodity! We are all like this here, every household is like this, you always What does a man know? Lele, I tell you, you have to hurry up or else all the good things will be taken away by others. It will be harder to find good ones after you turn 19. " The girl was forced to go on one blind date after another, and her mother rejected one blind date after another. "Why are they all the same, but there is no better one? It's okay, my dear, mom will find you some more." In this way, the mother kept looking for better ones, picking and choosing batch after batch, procrastinating day after day. It was not until her daughter's 19th birthday came that she discovered that her daughter was actually 19 years old. "You dead girl! I told you not to fight or fight! All the good things are gone! You are 19! You can't get married! You are not allowed to eat and go back to the house before I wake up!" In this way, the mother was unwilling to choose a 24-year-old man with the best conditions from the list, a 24-year-old man who was five years older than her daughter. "You will be this man's wife from now on, and you will also be a mother in the future. You must pay attention to everything. You must listen to your husband in everything. Don't resist your husband. You must think about your children in everything, and take care of your children first." "Yes." Finally, the girl entered the palace of marriage. "Ms. Wu Zhaodi, are you willing to marry Wang Gang?" "I am." "Mr. Wang Gang, are you willing to marry Ms. Wu Zhaodi?" "I am willing." "Then let us wish you the best. Good luck to the two newlyweds to have a son and grow old together." (Preferring boys over girls is an absolute bad habit. I really can't understand it. Don't daughters look good? I still despise boys. They are naughty and smash things. If they are naughty children, if they are particularly well-behaved, they will treat me as farts. (Ah, I like sweet-smelling, soft and well-behaved children! There are really some people who don't like them. Do you like well-behaved children? ) Girls are gentle and quiet, they are soft and sweet, they will call you daddy sweetly, they are so cute when they act like a baby, and there are those who abort the baby as soon as they hear that they are pregnant with a girl, or abort the baby when they are pregnant, it is still a life, don't get pregnant if you don't want it, you are irresponsible if you don't take safety measures, in the end You can say lightly that you don't want it or a man will hit you right away. I know that today's society is fast-paced. You can be fast-paced but you can't lack moral integrity. The minimum morality cannot be free. People are not even born. Look at the purpose of giving birth to children. They want to tie up a man's heart, or make a woman unable to leave if she is pregnant. Or you're entrusting your children with things that you can't do yourself. That's a piece of paper, clean paper. If we don't know how to draw, don't let the children draw on their own. Your damn graffiti is a disposable paper. It's only one piece of paper. It's a priceless and unique piece of paper, not the kind of crap that you can buy a dozen for a fucking dollar! Paper, if you don't know how to raise children, is it difficult to let them develop? Is it difficult to let your children find their own talents and talents? Is it difficult to restrain your desire for control? Randomly hurting such a child, you forced him to jump off a building, cut his wrists, commit suicide, and swallow medicine. Then you rushed to the hospital for resuscitation, crying and saying sorry, mom, I'm wrong, sorry, sorry. In a few days, you will become that damn virtuous. You will do whatever you want. If you have to force him to death, you probably won't change. She was still so young when she talked to me! There is even relief in the eyes. I would rather die than hate you and take revenge on you! Don't say that you love your children. I tell you that children have the purest love for their parents, which comes from instinctive trust. How do you repay this? Don't blame your children for being rebellious. Don't blame you for destroying that trust! If a child is disobedient and unfilial, look for your own reasons. How can a well-taught child be disobedient and unfilial? Is that a blank sheet of paper? Can he be born to be disobedient, disobedient, and unfilial? He complains about this and that every day. My child was taught badly by some mobile phone, computer game, novel, TV show, school, friend, teacher, society, you guys You are your child's first teacher, and you are definitely not at fault, right! I'm just a bad novelist, and I can't do anything, but I curse you, and the children who were killed by me will probably not want to harm you again if they see you, I curse you! I curse you to be insecure in life! I curse you to be riddled with all kinds of diseases! I curse you to die without rebirth!) (Ahem, I wrote about my temperament. If you are not nourished when you are born, you can return it if you cut off your fingers. If you are born and raised, you can return it if you cut off your head.) It was written in memory of a friend of mine, her name is Zhao Di. It is hard to imagine that today's society still has such bad habits. The meaning of education is to guide, not to dominate, to guide children to be good, to guide children to have correct three views, to guide children to develop their own thinking, rather than to impose their own thoughts on their own children and put themselves on their own. I can understand that you are both first-time parents, and I can understand that you have been hurt in the past, so you don't know how to be a parent. I also want to believe that you love your children, but I hope that you love your children, not their children's grades or other messy things. I I hope you can love your children themselves, their own personality, character, nature and talents, instead of strangling them and forcing them to grow up as you want them to. I am not advising you to spoil your children, they are your children. Don't you spoil your children? Doting and loving your children are two different things. Doting means not telling. What is right and wrong for him? Treat him unconditionally. If you don't guide him and correct his shortcomings in time, everything the child does is right. This will only raise a naughty child who will get into trouble sooner or later. You must educate your children that this is wrong and cannot be done. This is doting. So what is good for children who like to eat eggs? Cake, you buy your child a big cake and go home, and then your child is very happy, hugs you, kisses you on the face, and says thank you, dad, and thank you, mom, for buying me the cake. I love you.) ulation|