The busyness of life dilutes the mediocrity's contemplation of life, and the rush of life in a trance aggravates the painter's colorful tone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the blink of an eye, Mo Wei was already a fifteen-year-old boy, and his original small inch had grown and cut and lengthened, and it had not changed. A little melancholy painted on his brows, and his clear eyes were very attractive.

Mo Wei has a half-sister who is four years younger than him, and an older sister who is two years older than him who cares about him very much, the sister has a very nice name - Mo Lan, and the younger sister also has a very literary name - Mo Xin.

That was the first time Mo Yu saw his sister, and his sister was very excited to see him, and the reunion after many years came from the beating and familiarity of the blood.

He looked at her, she looked at him, his sister's eyes were red, tears swirled in them, and a few tears overflowing were more than ten years of lovesickness, and the extreme joy after the reunion.

Mo Xin tugged at the placket of his clothes beside him, poked her head curiously to look left and right, and looked cute.

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When he first stepped into this bustling city, Mo Wei was only eight years old at that time, and he slowly got used to the strangeness and no longer cried, and he was very afraid of life when he was quiet.

Mo Wei lives in the vegetable market with his father's family and does a billiards business. He helps the family share the work of setting the ball, and when he has nothing to do, he goes to play billiards, and he is a little master after a long time.

Slowly, Mo Wei grew up a year old, he was already nine years old, watching the children of the same age around him playing and playing, he had gradually learned to do housework by himself under the seriousness of the family, and became independent.

My father is often not at home, and my mother takes care of the family alone, so I can only see my father every night when I am almost at dinner. He rarely talked to his father, who was still a familiar stranger in Mo You's eyes.

Until one day, my father invited many people he didn't know, relatives and friends, and threw him a banquet, which they said was a table to celebrate the reunion of father and son.

Since then, Mo Wei knew that his father still cared about himself, so he began to slowly accept this only father in his life.

One day when I was nine and a half years old, the weather was sunny and bright, and the fresh smell of spring was in the air.

My sister secretly saved some pocket money to buy him a particularly delicate backpack to celebrate Mo Wei, who was about to go to school. The experimental primary school is five kilometers away from home, and Mo Wei walks to and from school every day, and he doesn't feel tired at all when he watches the cars pass by and people come and go.

At the age of fifteen, Mo Wei had graduated from primary school, and he had changed as time slipped away, and he became more smiling, although there was sorrow in his eyes.

Recalling what he had experienced in this not unfamiliar but unfamiliar city, he felt sad and sad.

Over the years, Mo Wei has learned to be independent and take care of himself, and has learned a lot of things. But he also suffered irreparable trauma from his soul.

He was relentlessly whipped and starved by his mother, treated harshly and coldly by his father, and treated unfairly. Therefore, he has also developed the mentality of not worrying about comparison, kindness is his cowardice, no matter what he does, he will consider the incident from the perspective of others.

At the end of the fifteen-year-old year, his father sent Mo Wei to another strange place, that is, and he left a lot of memories after walking.

When the car arrived at the station, it had turned off and stopped, and he was already vomiting as soon as he got sick, and when he looked up, he was handed by his sister who had been separated for a long time, and he vomited for a while, and he kept holding on to the wall with one hand for a long time, which was better.

The father said a few words to them, and then got into the car, and disappeared into the eyes of Mo Wei and Mo Lan with the car, and the figure flickered in front of him.

"Gone again? Separated again? Why is this always the case? Why is it always me? Hehe" Mo worriedly looked at the distant vehicles, and kept standing like that, his heart was full of melancholy.

Since then, Mo Wei and his sister Mo Lan have relied on each other, and the living expenses of 50 yuan per month are their daily food and drink in the future, and they do not complain about the hardships of their poor life, and have been silently insisting on living.

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The wind has been blowing, has not enjoyed the moonlight bath poured down but has been covered by dark clouds, just after listening to the chirping of insects and frogs, the sky has been faintly bright, the tide and rain are gradually gone, with the sky is flooding the fish belly white, Mo worry out of the door, walking on the hard and damp cement floor, sighing in his heart that his fate is rugged, thinking about the experience of coming and going, the bits and pieces of memory keep playing back in the mind, it is really the years of unconsciously shallow streamer, the heart is full of sorrow and melancholy.