When Ying Xiangmian was very young, she always thought that she was the protagonist of this world, but when she grew up, she discovered:

If you compare the world to a play, you are a trick in the play, there are many people who are better than you, but they are just a trick.

In this scene, it's just that some people make more money, and some people make less money.

No one can be the master of this world.

Or maybe the world is a house without an owner.

Everyone is just a passerby, but some guests can leave a strong and brilliant stroke, and some guests sit in the corner without a name, like dust, swept away.

Ying Xiangmian is also a simple and cheerful girl, and all her memories start when she was four years old.

At the age of four, it was the first time she knew what her father was.

Every time she went to the neighbor's house, the girl in the neighborhood would tell her what her father was doing and what she was buying for her.

So she finally couldn't help it anymore and ran to ask her mother if she didn't have a father.

Mom smiled and said: "Your father went to work in Yunnan, and he will come back in five or six years, and your father loves you very much, but he only makes money and doesn't know how to express love."

Xiangmian replied disappointedly: "Oh!"

Then after waiting at home for ten years, my father overtimed, but even when he returned home, he went to work at two o'clock every day, and never said a few words to her.

In Xiangmian's impression, her father would only say one thing to her, "I went to work, so I don't have to wait for me to eat."

Perhaps her low self-esteem began when she lacked fatherly love.

It was at that time that she realized that I am not the protagonist of the world, because the protagonist always has the love of many people, and my love is naturally half less than others.

Her father doesn't love her and loves work, so she doesn't love her father either, she loves to watch TV series.

It was at that time that martial arts dramas were at their most popular, and one martial arts drama after another came one after another, replacing the company of his father.

She often used a branch as a sword, secretly hid in the room to compare, secretly climbed on the bed and jumped down, pretending to perform light skills, often carrying her mother on her back, and shouting in a low voice, "I am a hero, I want to be a hero when I grow up."

When I was a child, I played with my friends, and girls always loved to compete to be princesses and fairies, only she said wonderfully: "I want to be a hero."

provoked a bunch of girls to exclude and hate.

"Only boys can be heroes, girls can't. ”

"You're an undercover agent sent by a boy! If you love to be a hero, you can play with boys, don't look for us!"

"No, you see she's just a boy, her hair is so short, only boys have short hair. ”

"Boys, boys, don't play with us, we don't play with boys............"

A group of girls laughed and pointed at her, talking in an infinite loop.

Xiangmian is sad and crying.

At this time, her mother came over and asked, "Why is Mianmian crying, is she being bullied?" ”

The girl who took the lead in coaxing spoke first: "Auntie, we didn't bully her, she cried after just a few casual conversations."

"Yes to Mianmian is a crybaby, we won't play with her in the future," another girl who had coaxed echoed.

Then a large number of girls, holding hands, walked away with some talking and laughing.

Crying on the spot with fragrant cotton is even more sad.

Xiangmian's mother frowned and said: "You know how much you love to cry, you cry at every turn before others say a few words, who will be friends with you like this."

Mom also left to do her own chores.

Leaving the fragrant cotton alone in the same place, why can other girls have long hair, tie all kinds of beautiful hairstyles, and carry all kinds of clips.

And I only have a flat hair, which is shorter than some boys' hair.

In fact, you said that Xiangmian's mother replaced her father's love for her, but in fact, there is none.

Some people watched her grow up, and they did it to watch her grow up.

There are people who have been with you for many years, but they don't even remember your preferences, your birthday, only a sentence that seems to be said to complete a task.

"Are you done with your homework, read me a book!"

In Xiangmian's impression, the mother only said these two sentences to her at most.

I still remember that when I was five years old, I went out to watch a play with my friends, and after my friend watched half of the play in the theater, he sneaked away without saying goodbye.

Ying Xiangmian was left thinking that she had gone to the toilet, and she waited stupidly for her friend to come back, and when the drama ended, everyone ended, the typhoon blew, and it rained heavily.

Walking around with a bunch of grandparents in the crowd with tears in their eyes, anxiously calling the names of their friends.

In the dim light, a man recalls the way home.

In my vague memory, there was a small river on the way home, and the adults easily crossed the single-plank bridge, and she, a young girl, carefully lay on her stomach and crawled on the single-plank bridge.

The wind was too strong, and she was blown off the single-plank bridge and into the river, and she struggled in the water in despair, but fortunately the river was not deep, so it reached her chest.

A pile of painful struggles, she returned to shore.

When he thought he was going to return home, he accidentally fell into a puddle.

His mouth was filled with dirty water, and his face and clothes were covered with mud.

I could only pat my pants and wipe my tears to get up.

The hope in my heart is my mother's gentle comfort, a warm hug, and a fragrant hot bath.

But when I got back to the house, the door was locked.

Knock desperately on the door.

The mother opened the door, and instead of the joy of her daughter's return, her face was resentful.

When Xiangmian entered the house, her mother locked the door and picked up a waste cement stick, which was as thick as a five-year-old girl's arm.

Knocking on her mercilessly, beating her hard, Xiangmian leaned against the door, wanting to get out, banging on the door hard, wanting to get out.

Despair and helplessness came to my heart.

Why is Mom different from usual? Why is Mom beating me!

In my ears was my mother's angry scolding, "Why don't you die outside, why do you run outside, why do you run around alone".

The mother was screaming and scolding indiscriminately, and the waste water pipe in her hand was still waving vigorously and whipping. The estrangement between mother and daughter may have started today, and the cement stick left a lifelong shadow on the fragrant cotton.

Whenever I accidentally see a cement pipe, my knee will hurt unconsciously, and when I grow up, I go to the hospital for countless examinations, and the doctor says that your knee bones are fine.

But the knee was still nameless pain, that kind of pain, heart-rending, but it was not a big deal, and after a while, I couldn't see the cement pipe, and it recovered automatically.

Only the psychiatrist knows that it is produced under the effect of psychology, but the doctor has no way to solve it.

Later, in order to reduce some of the burden on my father, my mother opened a small shop to make money.

And the fragrant cotton was thrown to the grandmother, and the grandparents took turns to take care of it.

So Ying Xiangmian, who is now living on the Xuanling Continent, no longer thinks about the sad things in her childhood.

Because Song's father and Song's mother were by her side, they were unconditionally good for her.

This made her willing and willing to stay on the Xuanling Continent, because she could live happily and freely, and live for filial piety to accompany Song's father and Song's mother.

But conscience sometimes makes her confused and sad, whether to continue to stay in this almost empty world, or to return to the 21st century, to return to her parents who gave birth to her and raised her.

Tangled, confused and sad filled her heart.

In the end, deep down in her heart, she should still want to go back, she waited for the apology of her biological parents, and waited for the company and care of her biological parents.

Ying Xiangmian, who was born as a human being, is always luckier than others, at least she has no worries about food and clothing.

is willing to live well for these relatives she loves and misses, whether she can go home or not, her heart is already stronger than a few men.

Brave the rivers and lakes with a girl's heart, I want to live better than you, I want to live better than you, I must live better than you!

Xiangmian shouted loudly in his heart to the sky of the unknown mountain.

Looking at Song Heng, who had been in a daze, Ah Da Ah Er was speechless in his heart and said, why did this guy die in the middle of the noise? And Song Heng, you should die quickly!

If you die, our brothers will have the money to do some small business and make life better! (=￣ω￣=）

This article is written based on my life experience, I hope readers and friends can feel the power of life, live well, don't give up easily because of some confusion and pain, and believe that as long as you live, you will have a day of hope.