If you had a perfect life, would you have any regrets? If you had a perfect life if you had completely lost the ability to choose, would you be willing?

The difference is that the result of the Egret was already doomed after she was born, and she did not choose to resist. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info has been instilled with the concept of etiquette since he was a child, and his every move is harsh.

Friends since childhood don't have a long period of time, and even the restrictions on being friends must be equivalent to their parents' family backgrounds.

Egret's mother hopes that she will become an upper-class lady and find a suitable person to marry and live in peace. Egret's father hopes that she will be as strong as a man, not cry easily, get the best homework in all her homework, get into the best school, and be a person who knows etiquette in the eyes of outsiders. But both of them have one thing in common, and hope that the egret should be as polite as they think.

This means that the egret cannot cry, laugh, cry, or complain. She must always maintain the image expected by outsiders, the perfect daughter in the eyes of her parents, and the perfect perfect goddess of others. Without friends, the routine of daily life is like that of the elderly, which is carefully arranged by the parents.

Egret's parents were very kind to her, but they never gave her the freedom and choice that she had as a normal personality, even if her husband's range of choices was under the control of her parents.

For those who don't understand the situation, if Egret really rebels against her parents' opinions, she will definitely be blamed by everyone. The steps that the egret wanted to take became hesitant, and the words that were brewing were swallowed back with just a look, and no one could see the desperation under her perfect smile.

She didn't have any ability to resist at all, and she didn't know how to resist. Gradually, she became numb, detached from her self, and saw her perfect face in the pupils of others, and she didn't feel anything anymore.

As long as everybody is happy, isn't it?

She kept thinking like this until she died, and eventually became an obsession.

Xiao Lan lay on the bed for a while, got up, and looked around the room in the dim light with black eyes. The interior decoration shows low-key luxury, and the huge rooms are all home decoration in uniform warm colors, complete and simple and exquisite and beautiful, which everywhere summons the profound wealth of the Bai family and the cultivation of being in the upper class.

It's already half past six in the morning, and at the wake up time of the 18-year-old Egret on her daily schedule, her washing and dressing must be done within half an hour, and the Bais will be waiting for her to eat breakfast at seven o'clock. It's like this every day, self-disciplined, diligent and boring.

Xiao Lan put on the school uniform belonging to the egret, with a white shirt and a knot plus a small blazer, and a crimson skirt, which was simply tailored for the egret's figure. The eighteen-year-old egret has grown in appearance, with delicate and small facial features, fair and ruddy skin, and naturally straight medium-length hair tied behind his ears.

Qing Shui out of Hibiscus, probably can only describe the appearance of the egret, she is as good as her name, different.

However, those dark eyes will look depressed when they are expressionless, and only when Xiao Lan shows a standard smile and the corners of her mouth are curved upwards can she hide that deep depression.

Presumably this is also the reason why Egret always likes to smile, only with a bright smile will others not see what she thinks in her heart. And such a standard smile, as soon as she keeps it, it will take a day.

Bai's father is serious and serious, inheriting Bai's enterprise from his father's generation and concentrating on development, and is the most outstanding entrepreneur among his peers.

The daily newspaper reading has passed, and the white father, who is sitting at the dining table and waiting, looks at the hands of the dial on the back of his hand, frowns and asks his wife, "What's wrong with the white egret?" ”

"I'll take a look. The white mother looked worried, she knew that the egret had been weak since she was a child, and now that it was the season of the change of seasons, she would not get sick.

As soon as Bai Mu moved the chair and helped the group to get up, Xiao Lan walked downstairs. The strict white father was disgusted with being late, and was slightly dissatisfied with the lateness of the egret, but after all, it was his own daughter, and he couldn't say anything, so he had to ignore the fact that she was late.

"Breakfast. Father Bai retracted his gaze, put down the newspaper in his hand, and the person on the side took the newspaper, heard Father Bai's words, and greeted the food.

Compared with the white father, the white mother is much more careful, and she found that her daughter's pretense has changed. The hair was just casually tied in a ponytail, completely revealing the clear face. The original red skirt was raised, exposing half of the thighs. The black stockings are only up to the knees, Xiao Lan just mentioned it, the waistline is exposed, the figure is even taller, and the thighs are as smooth as egg milk against the background of the dark red skirt.

Xiao Lan is different from the egret, the depression in her eyes is swept away, leaving behind youthful vitality and indifference.

Showing her thighs is naturally not good for the educated white mother, she was about to say something, but the white father followed the family motto of "food is not spoken", as long as the food is served, he can no longer speak.

This is the rules and regulations of the Bai family, pressing the egret until it is suffocated, but this time it spared Xiao Lan from being questioned.

During the meal, Bai Mu was always upset because of Xiao Lan's skirt and hair, like a pimple growing on her heart. Bai Mu, who finally had breakfast, wanted to preach, but was stopped by Xiao Lan on the grounds that she was "late for class".

"Then you go, next time don't be so late, tell the driver to drive faster. "Since you are late for breakfast, you must not be late for class, Father Bai has such a plan and let Xiao Lan go. The white mother is the main one with the white father, and since the white father has been released, she is not easy to stop.

After Xiao Lan left, Bai Mu said to Bai Father worriedly, "Didn't you notice that the egret was a little different today?"

After all, the egret is a child that she has taken care of and taught for eighteen years, and the white mother keenly noticed the difference between Xiao Lan and the white heron.

"You're thinking too much. Father Bai lowered his head and read the newspaper and replied nonchalantly.

Xiao Lan took a special car and came to the best key high school in the whole province, which is the school Xiao Lan attended.

It is large in scale and well-equipped, and the only deficiency for Xiao Lan is that this is a public school. Although they have the best teachers, the students come from all social classes, and the discrimination, jealousy and hatred can always find traces in this group of adolescent children. The identity of the egret has also become a top-notch one.

Bailu's family background is the best in the whole school, and even the principal has to nod his head when he receives Bai's father. Except for the principal, many people know that the Egret family is rich, but they have no concept of how rich they are. Because of the problem of vision, it may always be limited to the superficial surface of wearing a gold chain on the head and driving a BMW.

If it weren't for the school, the egret might not have had any interaction with them in his life, and how could the gap between classes be as simple as floor-to-ceiling?

It is precisely because of Bailu's low-key that people who do not measure themselves come to find fault with them and seem inexplicably confident, classmates, and even teachers.

Xiao Lan came to the Wenjian class, which is Bailu's class, ranking first in the liberal arts class all the year round, which is the result of her own hard work and perennial private tutoring.

Xiao Lan followed her memory to the Egret seat, and there was a pink envelope on the table, which she opened at random and looked at it roughly, and learned that it was a love letter.

The boys who like egrets are almost distributed in every class of each grade, which also directly causes the egret to dislike the same sex, and the nickname of "white tea" quietly spreads among girls.

The love letter was three pages long, and Xiao Lan didn't bother to read it, so she directly tore up the love letter and threw it in the garbage basket. A female classmate with pimples who secretly observed Xiao Lan's movements found out, and deliberately raised her voice and said, "What are you doing, Bailu, are you tearing up the love letters that others have worked so hard to write to you?"

The female classmate's tone was weird, she squeezed her eyebrows, and beckoned the people around her to take a look, hoping that those boys could recognize the true face of this woman, and pretend to be all day long, she thought she was a plastic bag. The female classmate thought to herself, and she was a little expectant of tearing the white tea with a hypocritical face.

Hearing the words of pimples, another horse-faced female classmate came over, didn't understand the truth, and directly accused: "Yes, someone else worked so hard to write, why did you tear it?"

Xiao Lan is really full of emotion, what's wrong with tearing up a love letter, do you still put it in the house and frame it?

Shredding is just to protect the privacy of the person who wrote the love letter, otherwise the outsiders will inevitably laugh at the words of the love letter.

Xiao Lan thought in her heart, but said indifferently: "What is the matter with you?

Pimple's eyes widened, and she thought that according to Egret's personality, she should apologize to her and give in. Xiao Lan's tough attitude made her head unable to react for a while, so she had to rack her brains to squeeze out a few words: "You destroy the fruits of other people's labor." ”

"You want to, pick it up yourself. Xiao Lan didn't bother to explain, so she left a sentence and left.

"You just casually discard other people's feelings for you like you?" Things don't go as planned, and the whole class will of course get involved with the people who are most resentful of the egrets.

The person who spoke was Feng Yanyan, her family background was good, her mother was a senior executive of a state-owned enterprise, and her father was a deputy municipal cadre, and she was considered to be at the upper level in the whole school.

In her sophomore year of high school, Feng Yanyan confessed to the male god she liked, but the male god liked the white heron, and since then Feng Yanyan has not been used to the white egret. She acted against the egret everywhere, but she couldn't get the slightest benefit, and even her grades were crushed. Feng Yanyan didn't know the background of the egret at all, otherwise she would not have provoked the egret because of the bureaucracy, but would have been courteous.

Xiao Lan stopped, looked at Feng Yanyan who was speaking, and asked coldly, "Then what do you want?"

"You should respond to other people's feelings, not throw away the trash!" Feng Yanyan said confidently.

"There are more people who like me, do I have to respond to everyone? I'm sorry, I don't have enough time. Xiao Lan's expressionless face finally showed a trace of emotion. Because of a joke, the corners of Xiao Lan's mouth went up, and there was no offensive smile, but in Feng Yanyan's eyes, he thought it was a provocation.

Feng Yanyan feels that today's egret is a little different, her speech temperament is different, she has become more free, more lively, but also more aggressive. In the past, the egret would just apologize, and then the boys who were watching would come to persuade peace, and Feng Yanyan would only cause a lifetime of trouble.

Now that she can finally tear her up in a more dignified manner, Feng Yanyan rolled up her sleeves and was about to speak, but the class bell rang.