Xue Luoluo

My name.

I grew up in a single-parent family, and since my mother left, I've been living alone in other places. Her arrival gave me a lot of light, because I saw in her the person I most desired to become. Fearless in life...

She is also a single parent, and she is in the same situation as me, with the departure of my mother, my father's work and looks, which made her ostracized. Despite this, she still faced it with a smile, and the irony behind it did not plunge her into darkness.

She was lonely.

When we were in the fifth grade, we were in a class, and when we introduced ourselves, she said.

"I am a child without a mother, and I don't want a mother. No matter what you do to me, I'm used to being alone. So, you can treat me as air, and you can reject me as you like, it doesn't matter. But don't say it to my face, or I'll get angry. There's nothing in this world that scares me again. ”

I still remember how she was then, unstrained, and her smile became a way for her to hide her sadness and replace tears.

Later, I came to the stage to introduce myself.

I watched her from beginning to end, sitting alone in the back, huddled in the corner, and the sadness in her eyes was probably only understood by me.

It was the first time I wanted to make friends with someone from the bottom of my heart, and I wanted to get to know her and get to know her. I will never forget the nervousness in my heart when I stood on the stage, I was afraid of being ridiculed, I was afraid that they would look at me with sympathy or strange eyes.

But I want to get to know her, I want her to know that I'm just like her.

"I... I'm also a single parent..."

The voice was young and immature, trembling lightly with the little girl's fear.

Since then, we have been the object of attention of the class teacher.

She was often called together to chat in the office, she was very bold, always joking with the teacher, and I was laughing and not saying a word.

"Xiaoyu, you also tell Luoluo jokes." The young homeroom teacher said to her.

"Uh... All right. She turned her eyes to look at me, her dark eyes blinked for a long time, and finally smiled: "You... You are beautiful. ”

That was the first time she spoke to me.

Later, we became friends. In the same way, I became very good friends with my teachers. Every day after class, we would always go to the office hand in hand, and when we looked at the teacher with candy in her hand, we knew that she was waiting for us.

We've been together for two years, I've always been introverted and she's always outgoing. She said everything I didn't dare to say, she never let me be wronged, she always protected me behind her. At one point, we all walked out of the alley with bruised faces and helped each other out. It was the first time I had a fight with her, and she taught me the tricks of fighting, and I got into a fight but never got angry.

If someone says we're motherless children, she'll go up and grab that person's hair or the hem of their clothes, and go up with a fist. A small fist, a small strength, but it can beat people to the ground.

In this way, I also learned to fight, and with her, I was never afraid.

Because sometimes, fists can solve some problems.

"Don't mess with those two, they're really good at fighting."

"My mother said that they dared to do it, and they wouldn't let me mess with them."

This is what others say about me and her.

In this way, when we graduated from elementary school together, our grades were average, enough to go to the second middle school, so we agreed to wait at the school gate on that day.

But she didn't come.

After a long time, I received a strange message.

"The future is bright."

Four words, without any other words.

All I knew at the time was that her mother had come back and taken her away.

The girl with the double ponytail, the fair-skinned girl with high eyebrows, may never come to this small county town again.

Gradually, three years have passed, and I have entered the high school entrance examination.

I saw the title on the language composition.

Alone.

I wrote down the story with her in a thousand words, and the last four words were what she said had a bright future.

Luckily, this essay is one of the three perfect scores in the city.

The young teacher from the elementary school said this under the award review.

Her farewell to you is in a different way, and that is blessing.

She doesn't like to cry, and always uses a smile to represent the bitterness in her heart.

Later, I learned that a bright future means goodbye.