After Ji Ai finished her homework at home, she couldn't help but take out the beautiful pencil and put it on the notebook to look at it carefully.

Just an off-white fountain pen, there is not even any superfluous decoration, but Ji Ai can be fascinated by it.

It was the only gift she had ever received since she was a child, and it was the best gift she ever received.

The more Ji Ai thought about it, the more distracted she became, and she didn't notice the tall figure walking behind her.

The figure of the mother is tall for the little Ji Ai.

Mother suddenly snatched her fountain pen, held it high in her hand, and asked solemnly, "Where did this come from?" ”

"Mom......" Ji Ai shrank back in fright by this voice, but she couldn't help but stretch out her hand when she stared at the pen, "Mom, that's my pen......"

"I ask you, where did this come from?" The woman knew that Ji Ai couldn't afford this thing, she hadn't given Ji Ai pocket money at all, and this fountain pen couldn't be bought with a little pocket money.

"Yes, yes, someone else."

"Who sent it?"

"I ......"

"I ask you, who sent it? If you give you something else, you will take it? ”

"It was ...... from Yan Jinxi's mother"

"Yan Jinxi's mother?" The woman's face changed when she heard this.

The arm suddenly loosened, and the off-white pen was still held in the palm of her hand.

The woman suddenly changed the subject, "You have a good relationship with that Yan Jinxi?" ”

"No, it's not......" Ji Ai didn't answer cautiously, with a trill.

A daughter cowers in front of her mother and is afraid to be like this, you can imagine how scary her mother is in her memory.

But now Ji Ai can't change this situation, she really hopes that she will grow up quickly and become an adult and will not be hurt again.

Ji Ai stood trembling in front of the woman, and although she was scared, she still wanted to get her gift back.

"Mom, Mom, can you give me back the pen?"

"Do you like this pen very much?"

"......" Ji Ai didn't dare to answer, because she didn't know what her mother wanted to hear her answer.

When Ji Ai lowered her head, the woman raised the pen high and smashed it to the ground-

The pen falls on a hard concrete floor, the nib separates from the barrel, and the nib hits the uneven ground.

"Huh." The woman looked at the pen on the ground as if it was a pile of garbage, no matter what Ji Ai thought, she walked out without guilt.

After the woman left, Ji Ai squatted on the ground and carefully picked up the pen and the scattered cap, but the tip of the pen was crooked, and the pen was broken.

Ji Ai held the pen tightly in his hand, lay on the notebook, and buried his face.

After a while, the page was soaked with tears.

Her first gift...... Nope.

Ji Ai really can't understand why she hates her so much since her mother gave birth to her?

She had seen the mothers of the other classmates in the class, whether they were soft-spoken or fierce, they were different from her mother.

Even those fierce mothers are worried about whether their children are eating well, studying well, and whether they will catch a cold if they wear less.

But her mother never, only beat her and scolded her.

The last time I didn't go to school for two weeks was because my mother smashed the ashtray on her hand, and her hand was swollen for a long time.

Mom said that if she was sent to school, she would definitely cause trouble again.

That time the head teacher came to visit the house, and her mother deliberately agreed and then took her out, the purpose was to make the teacher feel that she was very troublesome and take care of her in the future.