When I first wrote this story, I just wanted to share an idea in my heart with more people. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A faltering little doll, I pulled it for a year, rusty and immature to do my best to shape its body, give it bones and blood, although it is not perfect, although it is flawed, although it is immature and ordinary...... It is also my heart, my blood, and an inseparable part of my life.

Then one day, I found out that the child I raised had been stolen and placed in an app called Tangyuan Creation, which was wantonly dismembered and transformed into someone else's child. When I came to the door, the traffickers denied it, insulted and abused, and even pestered and harassed me.

I've always had screenshot evidence, but I've never really taken it out, and I've never mentioned it again, I've been giving in and forgiving, but the other party has intensified and made inches, from pretending to apologize in July, to opening batches of trumpets in the QQ reading book review area malicious bad reviews, pestering and harassing until today......

I never imagined that my tolerant concession would be met with such profound malice, such filthy and despicable scheming, such maddened revenge.

Music, painting, and writing, but anyone who has created it, even if it is just a piece of mud, can deeply understand the pain of being taken away from someone! When someone stole a child, I read that the other party was still young, and that the stolen child had been returned, and even if the evidence was in hand, I never deliberately aimed at whom, injured whom, never insulted whom, and insulted whom...... I really didn't expect that tolerance would end up like this.

I don't want to say more, all the causes and consequences, all the screenshot evidence, all the dirty and ugly scheming tricks, have been displayed in Weibo "Meow in front of meow stop", if you are interested, you can take a look, everything that has happened in the past few months.

Recently, I have been extremely depressed, I am very tired, physically and mentally.

800,000 words, without a penny in return, without a trace of glory, but it consumed a lot of my time and energy, and was even bullied to such a situation.

once had no regrets, just because of the love of the hard to give up.

I'm really tired now, and I probably need some time to figure it out...... Is it going to continue?