"I grew up with a dream to become a writer, and this dream is destined to make my life extraordinary!"

Lin Mengfan, who was still childlike, said on his lips, and thought of another sentence in his heart: A life of injustice is extraordinary.

When the faculty and staff celebrating in the KTV heard this, everyone immediately exclaimed:

"Lin Mengfan, as a newcomer, she is really a genius! I would choose to be an aunt! ”

Lin Mengfan is a nursery worker in a kindergarten, commonly known as the young aunt of the aunt. How young is she? The colleagues who work with her are all one round older than her, a difference of more than ten years!

"Yes! Why isn't my sister-in-law a kindergarten teacher? How hard it is to be an aunt! ”

Lin Mengfan has been in kindergarten for half a month, can you not know how hard it is to be an aunt?

"Because I have no academic qualifications and have not studied in high school, even if I try to take the exam every year, it will take two and a half years at the earliest to get the certificate."

Lin Mengfan soberly coped with her colleagues' questions, while thinking that teaching children to read was not something she longed for compared to getting a certificate in the exam.

Because, since Lin Mengfan was born, her mother gave her the word Mengfan, just like her name, she is a dreaming and ordinary little girl.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Mengfan has grown into a twenty-one-year-old adult, no matter how she looks or lives, she is still mediocre.

After more than five years of crawling and rolling in society, she still holds the idea of writing stories and insists on creating.

When he was a child, Lin Mengfan wrote it in a notebook, and when he grew up, he was serialized on the Internet.

Until one night, she saw that there was an essay contest for children's literature in the background, although it was a short story, but she was eager to try to pigeon the colleagues around her.

Before Lin Mengfan rushed home to code, she was stopped by her colleagues, looked at the caring faculty and staff, and listened to everyone's advice to her to stay.

It's said that it's Friday night, at least one song should be sung, and it would be good to play for a while before going home.

Everyone has been busy preparing for the start of school for nearly a month, and everyone is already exhausted, so it is difficult to wait until tomorrow weekend to have a double holiday, of course, to celebrate.

Lin Mengfan couldn't stand everyone's kindness, so he ordered a children's song that he taught his sixth-grade students to sing when he was a child-

"The sun goes down and it still climbs up tomorrow morning,

The flowers are still the same next year,

The beautiful bird is gone.

My youth, like a bird, does not come back...

My youth, like a bird, does not come back......

Something else! Something else!

My youth, like a bird, does not come back......"

Just a song has a huge effect, instantly pulling Lin Mengfan's memory back to the time when she just turned seven.

In his childhood, when there was no high-speed rail from Guangdong to Hunan in the 00s, Lin Mengfan smelled the smell of oil on the long-distance bus and the smell of sweat on the homecoming travelers.

She was motion sick, couldn't help but vomit, and her father on the side was full of sadness.

Lin Mengfan is very easy to feel the emotions of others, and subconsciously knows that vomiting in the car is not good, and he will be disliked!

She hugged the puppet given by her mother, puffed out her mouth, and had to swallow.

The puppeteer is a little boy in black clothes and a black hat, a bit like Harry Potter, but unfortunately he is a man made of wood who will never speak, but will only be quietly by her side.

Lin Mengfan's mother left, her mother didn't want her anymore, and as soon as her father took her back to Yuhua Town, his hometown, and handed her over to his grandmother.

Dad took the shuttle bus back to Guangdong alone, leaving her to live with her grandmother in the countryside of Hunan.

Seven-year-old Lin Mengfan saw her father leave, and she changed from a pearl in her palm to a left-behind child.

It rained on the day her father left her, and it seemed that when she met a cloudy day, her luck would deteriorate, and even the puppeteers shed tears for her.