The boulevard stretched straight out, as if there was no end, Qiao Yunxia walked with her head down, kicking the pebbles on tiptoe, and quietly listening to her grandmother.

"The eldest young master was sent abroad to live with his grandfather at the age of twelve

, I got into a fight with someone a few months ago, and I was stabbed so deeply in the heart that I almost died. The chairman took him back, and the injury was healed, so he caused trouble. I don't remember the first time I treated my brother like this. ”

It turned out that the scar on his heart was from a fight with someone.

"The eldest young master, this kid, his nature is not bad, he is just sick, I hope you don't hate him. Doctors said he had multiple personality disorder. Wu's mother suddenly stopped, pulled up her sleeves and wiped away her tears.

The sky was overcast, and there were birds flying in the narrow sky, and the dark clouds were low and low, as if they were about to swallow the birds.

The life of people is not the same, but it is the same, the difference is the life journey and the people and things encountered on the journey, the same is that they all have to go to the end of their lives.

Qiao Yunxia kicked the pebble under her feet far away, lowered her eyes, Ouyang Jing is not her, hate, no, at most, she hates his behavior and style, "Maybe I don't understand his nature, thinking that he was originally such a person, and I can't understand what he did." ”

Mother Wu raised her eyes to look at the birds soaring in the sky, and sighed again: "Alas, the eldest young master is a poor child, after his mother died, he became like this, and he used to be very well-behaved. ”

Saying goodbye to her grandmother at the gate of the villa area, Qiao Yunxia rode her bicycle to the city center.

She wants to find two part-time jobs that can stagger the time, and when the summer vacation is over, she can get together and pay off some of her debts.

remembered that grandma just said that Ouyang Jing has become so irritable recently because of the birthday gift that his mother customized for him before his death, that is, the locomotive was damaged, which was his most cherished baby.

She thought that even if the baby's things were accidentally damaged, he shouldn't have been cruel to the mother and son that day.

Things can be repaired if they are broken, but there is a crack in people's hearts, but it is fatal, and he has ever thought about what kind of shadow his behavior that day will leave on that little boy?

Qiao Yunxia worked hard to pedal her bicycle, the hustle and bustle of the city was full of drums, and the prosperity and market atmosphere along the road were entangled, rolling behind her like a movie set.

The people here, each in a hurry, follow the trajectory of life day after day, time passes to earn money, spend money, but what passes is age, and most of the money earned by most people is scattered on firewood, rice, oil and salt.

Life is such a contradiction, no one wants to live like this, but they have to live like this.

Thinking about things in his head, he couldn't concentrate, and on the sidewalk, the bicycle Qiao Yunxia was riding almost touched someone.

"Hey, hey, the riding is not standardized, and the relatives are in tears." The man spoke in a tongue and spoke in a very funny way.

When waiting for the red light, Qiao Yunxia saw something fall from the backpack of the person standing in front of him, and then the green light turned on, and the person went straight across the road.

Qiao Yunxia had no choice but to pick it up and catch up with the man to stop him.

At first glance, you can tell that it is a fortune teller, with a consistent goatee, black glasses, a big burden on his back, and a small bench in his hand.

The fortune teller was not in a hurry, he first brushed his goatee, took off his black glasses, and looked Qiao Yunxia up and down with mung bean-sized eyes, and made a slurping sound in his mouth.

Dingxi, who was returned to him, didn't take it, and Qiao Yunxia's hands were sour.

Mom said that nine out of ten fortune tellers are blind to make up, so Qiao Yunxia didn't have a good impression of them, "Sir, what you have dropped in your baggage, return it to you", so she leaned her hand forward again.

After a long time, the fortune teller said: "It is now in your hands, it no longer belongs to me, and you will be its owner in the future." ”

Qiao Yunxia looked at the blue lanyard bag in his hand that looked like a lucky bag but not a lucky bag, a little bigger than a one-yuan coin, and a gossip array was embroidered on the front of the bag, and an unknown word was embroidered in the array, "I'm sorry, I don't have any money on me, and I don't plan to buy it." Give you back. I thought to myself, if she deliberately dropped something and was picked up, and then let someone buy it, she wouldn't fall for the routine.

The fortune teller smiled heartily, and habitually raised his hand to brush his beard, and the goatee was smoothed by him, "This thing is only given to people who are destined, not money." Since ancient times, there are blessings and curses, there are good and bad, blessings and disasters depend on each other, good and bad, girl, this thing can drive away evil luck for you, but the final choice is still in yourself, your feet have stepped into a door of bad luck, if you don't look back, it's hard to recover! ”

Qiao Yunxia could afford to hear the goosebumps, shoved things back to him, stepped on the bicycle, and pedaled quickly, "Thank you for your kind reminder, I never tell my life." "I thought to myself, believe him a ghost, the bad old man is very bad.

Looking at the back that disappeared around the corner of the road, the fortune teller shook his head and sighed, and put back his glasses, "It's a pity, it's a pity, the water can't be recovered." ”

Qiao Yunxia was so focused on finding a part-time job that she turned the corner and forgot about the episode of the general.

Strangely, she just went into a restaurant and a clothing store with the mentality of trying, and the boss was willing to hire her, and the time could be staggered, so that she could come to work tomorrow.

Out of the clothing store, Qiao Yunxia pinched her cheeks, it hurt, it was not a dream.

Working three jobs a day, she counted her fingers and could save a lot of money, as if she had seen a bright future beckoning to her.

She didn't have time to see her brother and Xiaoqing right away and share the joy with them, and on the way home, her legs, which had been sore from stepping on, were suddenly full of strength.

There were only a few drops of rain in the sky, and the dark clouds were slowly dispersing, revealing the blue background of the sky, and the western sky, the clouds were red, like soaked in the red ink that the naughty child had knocked over.

At this time, Ye Xiaoqing was sitting on the balcony of her house, she was very sad today, and she felt that the days were terrible, just like the distant mountains where twilight fell in the distance, black and charming, and she couldn't see the end.

The darkness gradually pressed down, and the giant beast that had been trapped in the depths of her heart was about to tear the skin of her heart and escape as the night fell.

Life can be lived happily, how can it be like this?

Thinking of the harsh words her parents just said, her heart felt like it was rubbed into a handful of broken ice, piercing and chilling.

Her parents, who are traditional rural parents, always say that she is going to spill out the water, so she dreams of having a son, over the years, she has not gone to the hospital, and she has not eaten less home remedies, and she is nearly forty years old, but she can't get pregnant.

I went to the hospital again this morning, and the doctor said that it was difficult to conceive naturally, and that IVF was the only way.

Huge expenses, the family simply cannot afford it.

When the two returned home, they poured all their anger on her, blaming her for not being a handle, and asking her for money.

She is only eighteen years old, she has just stepped into society, where does the money come from?

If it's not a son, does he deserve to be disliked?

Thinking about it, the tears fell down, and at this moment, go to TM's strong forbearance, cry recklessly if you want to, because in the twilight, no one can see her tears.