At five o'clock in the morning in winter, the sky and the earth were pitch black, and there was not a single pedestrian.

In this darkness, Luo Qiong got up early, more precisely, she was forcibly kicked awake by Luo's mother, although she was pinched by her mother the night before and forced to chat until 3 o'clock in the morning to fulfill her filial piety. Although in the past month, because of her mother's forced chatting, she only had less than 2 hours of sleep a day, Luo Qiong was really tired to death. But so what, the mother's forcible orders, she must carry them out, otherwise she will be raised to the level of unworthiness to be a child and criticized.

On the floor in the early winter morning, it was cold and biting to step on with bare feet.

But nothing can compete with fatigue at this moment.

Because of excessive fatigue, Luo Qiong's face was pale, her heart throbbed for a while, and her stomach was full of all kinds of nausea and all kinds of discomfort. Lying in bed like that, for at least five minutes, she couldn't get up, she couldn't do anything.

Another kick, this time on the ass, Luo Qiong stumbled and hit the bed, hurting hotly.

But under the paralysis of terrible exhaustion, even pain is less sensitive.

On the one hand, she is a nagging mother, and on the other hand, she is so sleepy that she can't even yawn. For a second or two, Luo Qiong even had the illusion that her mother was pouring not words, but a sharp blade that stabbed directly into her heart.

In this way, the back of the head was slapped to the mother, and then the clothes were overwhelming, from the inside to the outside, from head to toe, and even the mother of the socks did it for me. And, for twenty-six years, the order in which the mother threw her clothes never changed. Even with his eyes closed, Luo Qiong could accurately arm himself.

That's right, twenty-six years, a whole one.

Luo Qiong has neither the right to choose nor the right to decide on what she wears. Including underwear, buttoned socks, all arranged by the mother. And today, her mother arranged for her to determine the most important event in her life - marriage.

That's right.

Marriage.

Arranged marriage.

From beginning to end, it was all arranged by the mother and arranged by the mother. From the beginning to the end, the opinions of her parties have not been heard once in the marriage.

From getting up and dressing, to brushing her teeth and washing her face, her mother's verbosity of complaints and dissatisfaction has never stopped.

As usual, the early morning of the mother and daughter began with Luo's mother's overwhelming criticism and Luo Qiong's 120,000 insensitivity as the prelude. It seems that if Luo Qiong is not criticized from the inside out, from head to toe, a new day will not come.

From the above analysis alone, this day is no different from the past.

It's so tiring.

It's so tiring.

After four years and seven months of being forced into marriage by her mother, Luo Qiong was as tired as a dog, and that was not the life that humans should live at all.

Fortunately, with her eventual submission, those days were coming to an end.

She was finally able to live like a human again.

After taking care of everything, I glanced at the clock hanging in the living room, it was not yet six o'clock.

The photo studio that rents the wedding dress doesn't open until after 9 o'clock.

That's right, wedding dresses.

Today Luo Qiong is going to choose a wedding dress, and in a few days, she will marry the man she has almost no impression of. Then, as my mother said, as soon as the headlights were turned off and the quilt was covered, a lifetime passed.

She didn't care what kind of person the other party was, she just begged her mother not to continue to persecute her.

Just......

Another slap on Luo Qiong's head, followed by an overwhelming scolding: "What are you stunned about, it's like a bear with your father, why don't you hurry up and clean up my room." Xiao Liu will come to pick you up and take you to the photo studio in a while, in case he comes into the house, can you let him walk into your kennel so directly? Such a good young man, the young man that your mother chose for you, can you disappoint him? ”

Anyway, Luo Qiong was kicked into his room, and then began to clean up in a splitting headache.

Just tidying up a room and need to wake up at five in the morning?

She only cleaned up last night.

……

At 8:45, Luo Qiong's future husband appeared at the door of the house accurately, and it seems that even the man knows that the photo studio is really close. It's just across the street.

Looking at the mother with a soft voice, it can even be said to be pretentious, and the future husband who is standing in front of her with a bright smile on her face. For a while, Luo Qiong had the illusion that her mother was the woman in love.

And she is nothing more than a disgusting third person.

To be honest, the man was pretty good-looking, but if there wasn't a mother between the two, she would appreciate him more.

After the tedious socializing, it was not until there were still five minutes to nine o'clock that the three of them took their first step. As expected, the man didn't move the car, so he parked it on the side of the road. With such a close distance, it will be faster to walk.

Walking through the busy streets, Luo Qiong saw a lady in pink standing in front of the photo studio. With a height of about one meter and a half, a baby face, watery skin, and facial features as delicate as a Barbie doll. Dressed up tastefully, all the accessories are very high-grade, and the hand is carrying a world famous brand. In short, at a glance, you know that you are rich.

But her expression was so lonely that it could even be said to be lifeless.

It's a bit like her now.

It was precisely because of this that Luo Qiong's gaze stayed on her for a short time, only for a second or two. She can't even control herself now, and she still cares about other people's affairs.

……

Sending the mother and daughter into the studio, the man smiled apologetically. He said that he had a morning meeting to attend in the morning, so he couldn't accompany the mother and daughter to choose a wedding dress.

"Of course, if a man wants to focus on his career, how can he go around a woman in circles all day long. Such a man has no prospects. Go ahead, don't worry, I'll dress up your bride beautifully. Luo Mu showed a magnanimous expression, such an expression, Luo Qiong had never seen it in the past twenty-six years.

Even once.

With his hands in his pants and bag, the man casually beat Luo Qiong to her side, tilting his head and looking at her for a while. Then, while there was no one in the hall, the man leaned down and made a bow, his face so close to Luo Qiong. His snort rushed straight into Luo Qiong's face. A snort with a male scent.

A voice suddenly exploded in Luo Qiong's head, the man wanted to kiss her.

How normal it is for a fiancé to ask his fiancée for a good morning kiss before going to work.

Stars appeared in Luo's mother's eyes on the side, because she was too happy, she covered her mouth with her hands. There were even tears in the corners of his eyes. But at this time, Luo Qiong twisted her head away in confusion. It's almost reflexive.

The mother was so angry that she almost crushed her teeth on the spot, but in front of her son-in-law, she has always been the embodiment of elegance and nobility.

An elegant and noble lady, of course, will not be rough.

Waving his hand, he said goodbye to the man affectionately until the other man walked through the street, until the other person's car disappeared around the corner of the street. Then, like a Sichuan opera changing face, the breath wrapped around her mother brushed the ground from a sea of pink flowers in the style of a girl's comic to black and white in adult horror movies, and even flashed with blood.

The slap exploded crisply in Luo Qiong's face, a slap on the front and a second slap on the backhand, in front of everyone, just like this on the street, Luo Mu slapped Luo Qiong twice fiercely. As a punishment for non-compliance with orders.

Her expression was even more vicious.

Such a terrible mother, such a violent scene, directly frightened the photo studio shopping guide who had just run out of the counter. His eyes rolled around the two of them, but in the end they still chose to turn a blind eye. She didn't want to lose customers because of a small sense of justice. Compared with this apprehensive lady, Luo Qiong, who sold herself as a victim, was incredibly calm. It's just that at the moment when she staggered with her mother, Luo Qiong clearly heard her mother scolding: "The mud can't go up the wall." This sentence made her feel cold.

That's right, mud can't get up the wall.

Just because she refuses to make love with the man her mother likes, she is classified as a sludge.

Covering his face, he stood there for a moment, and then followed his mother's footsteps. Although his face was still burning and aching, his heart was as silent as death. It's just a slap in the face, just a slap in the face, why care. What is more embarrassing than a slap is not that my mother has not given it. In the past life, a slap in the face, what a tooth to worry about.

The rest is only a little bit of doubt, why refuse?

It's just that the moment the man's face leaned over, a voice suddenly popped up in Luo Qiong's heart.

Not this man.

Her true life lover is definitely not this person.

But if it weren't for this person, who else could there be?

At this moment, just as she was questioning where she belonged in life, a pair of eyes appeared in her mind coldly. The eyes that had appeared in her dreams or hallucinations more than once were here again.

It's a pair of calm eyes, one might even say, completely lifeless.

The dark brown pupils characteristic of the Chinese, but reflect a golden-green light.

Although she hadn't seen it once, faintly, a voice in Luo Qiong's heart shouted, she knew these eyes.

Whose eyes are it?

But now, Luo Qiong has no time to think, and her mother is stomping and scolding in front of her. She knew that if she didn't act and make a move that satisfied her mother, then the other party would immediately embarrass her.

It's even more embarrassing than being slapped on the street.

I hope God will drop a thunderbolt and chop her to death, so that she will no longer have to accompany her mother to get nervous.

……

For a whole morning, at least three hours, Luo Mu painted Luo Qiong at least dozens of times.

Eventually, before she passed out, it was all over.

In the mother's complaint, why are you so inactive and inactive, the two walked out of the photo studio.

The whole world shook, all the sounds were like noise coming from bad stereos, and even the rambling and grumbling of my mother in the vicinity were all ethereal. They sounded so far away, like ethereal sounds from another world.

Wait, why are the people across the street panicking and screaming.

Why are the people on the left also panicking and screaming.

The right side is the same way.

Topmost?

What's on it exactly.

Luo Qiong looked up, and then she saw the baby's face from before, which was smashing at her in a super-high-speed freefall. Then, with the sound of flesh and bones shattering, the whole world was vivid.

She was smashed in the face by the woman who committed suicide by jumping off the building.

Thank God for opening his eyes, and finally a thunder came down, and not a sister Lin came down.

Now, she can finally stop playing with her mother.

……

Luo Qiong's just stood motionless on the street, or more accurately, her soul. She is so calm, and it can even be said that she directly looks at the scene in front of her with the mentality of watching TV.

The crowd running for help, the crowd of onlookers, the crowd of enthusiastic helpers, and of course, the TV scene-like mother, holding her bloody body and shaking endlessly.

"Qiongqiong, Qiongqiong, hurry up and open your eyes, my mother hasn't seen you get married yet. Qiongqiong, don't scare your mother. ”