My name is Lu's Rain Cicada, you can call me Lu Yucicada, you can also call me Rain Cicada, no, this is not the most important thing, my name is not important, the important thing is another name, Su Mo. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The name, along the dark pink in front of my eyes, accompanied by a vague and dazzling tall figure standing against the light, soaked into my skin fiercely, and the blood could no longer be washed off.

Since I was born, I haven't seen my mother, and I don't know much about the difference between boys and girls, my father is a very gentle person, I don't think it's my father's fault that I don't have a mother, I am my father's bloodline, my thoughts are less than half, it is influenced by my father's congenital or acquired, so as my father, he also doesn't think that I don't have a normal girl's appearance, it's my fault.

Since as my father, I think that what I did was not wrong, so naturally I don't think there is anything wrong with my actions.

I've lived in Wancheng for as long as I can remember, and my dad has been cooking noodles for people, and for a long time I was adamant that the only thing in the world that could be chewed in my mouth was this soft dough that could be pulled by my fingers.

And how did this firm perception of mine come to be broken? It all started with the little blue snake that slowly crept in from the window frame next to the bed where I slept one evening, intending to borrow from my house.

The reason why I think that this little blue snake is going to live in my house is entirely because there are many strange creatures living in my house, there are eight spiders, three straw shoe insects, two centipedes, seventeen cockroaches, and countless flour moths, but there has never been a snake.

I didn't quite understand how they called their companions when they were dumb, but I didn't understand it, but I still greeted the new friend very warmly, and stretched out warm hands to it, and I could see that it also loved me very much, because it did not evade my enthusiasm in the slightest, and kept spitting out its pink tongue at my outstretched fingers towards it.

I remember that the sunspot raised by Uncle Wang's house next door likes to stick out his tongue and keep licking my hand, I once asked my father, why sunspots always like to lick me with their tongues, and my father clearly told me that it was because sunspots loved me.

So, when the little green snake kept sticking out its slender tongue towards me, I smiled happily, and I laughed from the bottom of my heart that I could be loved.

Maybe because I laughed too happily, I alarmed my father who was giving noodles in the stove house, when my father saw the little green snake that was very friendly to me, but did not touch the little green snake like gently stroking the sunspot, but pinched the back of the little green snake's neck, threw the little green snake to the ground, and quickly hit the little green snake in the abdomen with the rolling pin in his hand.

Finally, the little green snake lay motionless on the ground, its abdomen bleeding bright red blood, and I knew that it had been killed by my father, because my father had told me that everything that could move, if it suddenly stopped moving, was dead.

On that day, the dead little green snake was put together with the noodles that I had to eat every day, I looked at the corpse of the little green snake lying quietly in the noodle soup, I thought, it died because it loved me, I was very sad, sad in addition to sadness, I was also looking forward to it, because my father put it in my face, that is to say, the corpse of the little green snake is edible, and it has become the first food that I can put in my mouth since I can remember, except for noodles.

So I was very conflicted, I was sad for its death, I cried because of my sadness, but at the same time I was looking forward to the feeling of eating it, so I ate the body of the little green snake while crying.

However, the moment I tasted the first bite of food other than noodles, my tears stopped flowing, and I deeply felt that the death of the little green snake was actually a good thing, otherwise, how could I know that eating was such a pleasant thing?

It was also from that time that I realized that as long as everything that could be alive died, it could be eaten.

However, at the same time as I was happy, I was still uncontrollably sad, and I think it was because of the sincere feelings I had developed with it, as evidenced by the tears I shed for it.

So, I hurriedly wiped away my tears, and told myself that I should never have feelings for any food again, oh no, I should never have feelings for anyone or anything again, because feelings are sad, and I don't like to make myself sad, so from that day on, I never shed a single tear for anything.

I used to cry because I was sad, so I subconsciously thought that crying means being sad, and not crying is not sad.

I don't like to feel sad, so I never shed a single tear again.

Not when my knee was broken, not when I fell from a big banyan tree and broke my arm, and not when I was almost bitten off my finger by a toothy river fish.

The neighbors all praised me for being strong and brave, and I would rather shed blood and sweat than tears, but it's a pity that I am a female baby, otherwise I can be sent to enlist in the army, protect my family and defend the country, and I will be a general!

I think they're very imaginative and gossipy, and one of my least favorite things to say to my dad is, 'It's a pity she's a girl', I know I'm a girl, but I don't understand, why add a 'pity' before a girl?

So I asked my father, what is the difference between a male baby and a female baby? In fact, I am not convinced, I have been dependent on my father since I was a child, and I want to be his best child.

My father told me that boys should be braver and stronger, and they were born with a physique that could protect girls, hoe the strong and help the weak, and when they grow up, they should be the pillars of the family.

And the female baby is born to be protected, and when she grows up, she can marry and have a baby.

But when I asked my father what it meant to have a baby, my father said vaguely for a long time, and I didn't understand anything, and finally my father was in a hurry, so he slapped the table and said, giving birth to a baby is like a sow in the pigsty of Uncle Li's house. (To be continued.) )