Sometimes, I think,

Why don't you like me?

We torture each other like this,

Waiting for which day,

You accept, or I compromise.

Today I saw a beautifully bound diary in the supermarket, on which a kind old woman opened her hands to a little girl in yellow, the little girl was probably her granddaughter, and her eyes ran towards her with a smile in a line, childish painting style!

I remember that when I was in junior high school, I had a regular assignment of one diary a day. Seven years ago, at ten o'clock every day, I would sit in front of the window as I do now, but now I'm drinking tea, and I'm writing in my diary. Later, my homework got worse day by day, and I pushed the time for writing my diary to 11 o'clock. Approaching the high school entrance examination, the teacher canceled the homework of keeping a diary, but I kept the habit of writing a diary until after that incident, I quit this habit.

Ah, I haven't thought about that incident for a long time.

The diary of seven years ago slowly opened with memories:

One day in March, it was cloudy.

Today, my parents quarreled again, and it was still a matter of having a second child. Mom is still a little more sensible, Dad is completely stunned, he only knows how to give birth to a son, give birth to a son! Really, what can my son do to make him so anxious? What can you do if you wait a few more years? As if I didn't know what unit I worked in, I didn't even want a job to get a boy? Look what you do with two children! Or do you want me to be the same as my sister...

Sister, ah, sister, where the hell have you been? Chenchen misses you. If grandma doesn't let Dad call the police, I'll report it, no matter what, I must find you and wait for me.

One day in March, it rained lightly.

I woke me up in the early hours of this morning when my parents were fighting, and I was so annoying. The reason turned out to be that Dad poured the water in the slippers on Mom, and he had nothing to do? You're okay, I'm still fine, I know if I'm in my third year of junior high school? Even if my grades are admitted to a key high school, it's okay to study every day, okay?

One day in March, it was sleet.

The light rain was continuous, the wind was prickly, and it was extremely cold. Grandma called and said that she was going to stay in the next two days, and Dad immediately prepared it, and told Mom to buy all kinds of meat and vegetables. When I came back, I flipped through my phone to find all kinds of recipes that were delicious and nourishing for my body, and asked my mother to copy down the recipe and wait for my grandmother to come and follow it. Really, my mother is so filial to herself! What is it to call my mother around like a slave!

Grandma, do you think I should blame you for coming to my house to toss my mother? Or should I thank you for coming and making me have a very hearty meal?

Near dinner in the evening, grandma came, and I tried my best to put today's good dishes into my bowl, hum, grandma, you caused me to lose my sister, and I was embarrassed to eat and drink at my house. Mom and Dad don't like you, I won't give you a good face!

After dinner, I locked myself in my room and did my homework, yes, this is the journal I'm writing right now.

The buzzing outside the house really annoyed me, and the three of them began to whine and make noise as they spoke, and I heard my grandmother howling there: "A little boy (dialect: son, boy) didn't let me mess around in the village!" I gave birth to two children, why don't I have any children in this generation? What kind of sin have I created? How can I go to see your father on that day! Ancestor, why can't you let my family be wiped out! Oops·······"

Bother!

Bother!

Bother!

Aren't you a woman? The man is so good, why don't you give yourself a sex change? You are amazing, you are born, are girls born low? Where is worse than the boys! The boy is so good, when you are old, don't let me, a girl, raise you!

"If my daughter can't find me, I won't have any more children." Mom said so.

"I can't find it at this time, I can't say ······"

"What's the matter? Are you going to curse my child, and your granddaughter? ”

"What are you yelling at our mother!"

Look, Dad came to protect him as soon as he heard what someone was doing to his mother.

One day in April, it rained heavily.

Today is my parents' daily routine of three days and one small quarrel and five days: when I was doing my homework, my father and mother fought, there was a ping pong sound in the living room, several cups were smashed, the city gate was on fire and affected the pond fish, I went up to persuade the fight and was also slapped in the face, my face was red and swollen, and the mark was like a bloody slap.

One day in April, it was sunny.

The sky finally cleared, and the sky was clear. The sun is warm, but I am more and more lonely, I think of my sister, who used to watch me sleep every day, and now there will be no one to accompany me. I put the mirror at the head of the bed, so that when I sleep, I occasionally open my eyes and see my own mirror image as if someone is sleeping with me!

I went to the hospital to see my grandmother before I came home from school in the evening, my grandmother was sick, and she had a tumor in her uterus. Dad was so anxious that he collapsed in his chair crying in the hospital, crying and saying that he would take his grandmother to the best hospital in the country for treatment. When I got home, my father gathered all the cash, bank cards and passbooks in the family, and forced my mother to hand over my salary card, and my mother said, "We still have a daughter to raise!" Dad was so angry that he scolded her for being vicious, and beat her again, and my mother cried so loudly that she managed to protect her salary card.

I've watched the film of the milk ** uterine tumor carefully, and I don't know if it's the reason for the recent review of the biology topic "Human Development", the more I look at the tumor, the more it looks like an embryo.

One day in April, it was sunny.

The weather is getting better and better, my mood is getting better and better, the mirror is really useful for the bed, it seems that someone is really sleeping with me these days, and I can often feel the presence of another person in the bedroom. Although it is only an image of myself, it is also a comfort. What makes me happiest is that my sister often dreams these days, and it seems that she is back to the days when our sisters are together every day, but my sister ······ Why won't you tell me where you are? Take a hundred plating and read the latest chapter of "Fengyi Nocturne Claw Book House" for free for the first time.