I remember when I was 7 years old, my mother took me to a very magnificent house, my father came from out of town to eat with people in that very grand house, I was very young at that time, I didn't know what entertainment is, I only knew that the aunt was very thin and beautiful, she was also very gentle, I was very inferior when I was a child, thin and dark, but my long hair was always praised by others, so the first sentence of the aunt was to praise me: "This little girl's hair is so beautiful." ”

I didn't know what to say for a while, I hid behind my mother, my mother pulled me out and asked me to call that beautiful woman aunt, I looked directly into her eyes, how beautiful her eyes were, the kind of beautiful eyes I learned to draw from the teacher, her long eyelashes, of course, and the fair skin, my aunt was very kind to me, she pulled me to sit next to her, I smelled the elegant and faint fragrance on her body, I was no longer so noisy and spicy like at home, no longer like my mother declared war, at that time I silently said in my heart, I want to be like her, elegant woman。

In fact, until now, I haven't been able to learn a little bit of what she looks like.

She said she would teach me, but she didn't have time.

I looked at my eyes in the mirror and suddenly remembered that day, and then the tears came down, and after all this time, there was no scarring.

During the meal, the beautiful aunt insisted that I sit next to her, and after a few hours of getting along with this beautiful woman, I actually had a little warmth with this beautiful woman, and the man who sat there looked noble and elegant said to my father with a smile: "In fact, when she was young, she always wanted to have a daughter." My dad turned to look at me and gently touched my head.

The first time I met Li Jinyang was on that day.

He came out of the bedroom, unlike any boy I've ever seen, he was dressed in black, and his soft hair was so soft that my inferiority complex came back to my head, and my face turned red. When I was a child, I didn't know what I liked and what was fresh, I just thought he made me afraid to get close, I forgot how old he was at that time, it seemed like he was just a year older than me, but he was different from all the boys I had ever seen, the boys around me were standing at the school gate and would make jokes about girls, scratch my pigtails, and sometimes go to school late and would be coquettish with grandma, but he was different, He looked calm and intelligent, and although he was silent, he was brought over to dinner by his aunt, and only politely exchanged a few words with my parents, but he stood there, blending in with the delicate furnishings of his house. But he didn't look at me, he didn't pull my hair like the boys in our class praised me for how long my hair was, he didn't say anything, sat across from his father, and ate the meal in silence.

Before I could look at him a few more times, he turned and went back to his room. After dinner, I went home, hid in the bathroom and secretly applied my mother's lipstick, I nervously wiped it off with my hands, afraid that my mother would push the door in, after the start of school, I no longer messed around with the boys in our class, I began to learn to be quiet, learn the every move of the socialite and the rich girl in our class, I secretly read the phonetic version of the novel, and imagined that I was the heroine in it, but the male protagonist didn't know why, and always secretly substituted his name.

When I was a child, I couldn't say that I liked this, I grew up slowly, and in the years that followed, my parents also took me to his house a few times, every time I met made me feel blush, the transformation of the girl made me from a black and thin me to a fair-skinned me, once I just arrived at his house, it was the weekend, I was in the second year of junior high school, he was in the third year of junior high school, he came into the door with a basketball, wearing a white T and simple black sweatpants, it was the appearance of a teenager who grew up at the beginning of the year, he didn't talk to me, he sat opposite me during dinner, and he was playing with his mobile phone, and the beautiful aunt asked him how he did in the exam, and he said that it was okay and not challenging。 I knew at that time that his language was very poor, and I always used this to suppress his physical and chemical biology grades.

When he looked up at me, he smiled evilly, and he said to me, "Yo, your hair is quite long." "His voice grew thick and hoarse with adolescence, and I just buried my face in it, not daring to look him in the eye. I followed him to his bedroom, and he told me that his mother liked her daughter very much and had always wanted a sister for him, but he refused, and he told his mother that if there was a second little ancestor in the family, he would definitely leave.

At that time, I actually responded to him, and I suspected that he had mental illness for countless moments, because his domineering and possessiveness seemed to be beyond the scope of my cognition, but if you like it, you are willing.