The journey was extraordinarily long due to the heaviness of the air and the shortness of breath. I looked out the window a few times and forced back the tears that were about to overflow my eyes. I'm not a hypocritical person. But this Cao family, the only biological father who can give me something to look forward to, is so indifferent to me, which makes my little luck in my heart be punctured. I didn't ask for much, but God seemed to have forgotten to give it to me.

I finally arrived at the school gate, and as soon as I got off the bus, I saw the head teacher in the crowd. I hurriedly pretended to arrange the bag on my shoulders and lowered my head with my back to the school gate. Who knows, from afar, I heard the teacher call my name: "Cao Muxi!" "I had my heart turned. My heart turned, not because I was afraid, but because the sugar content of this sound was too high! Not only did I mutter, I didn't come for two days off, something happened to me, could it be that the teacher was also stimulated?

I didn't dare to turn my head in response, because I was afraid that nothing would happen.

Just as I was looking down, someone behind me suddenly tapped me on the shoulder, startling me. I was excited, and I looked up suddenly, and it turned out to be the teacher. Kan Tao's incident brought a lot of trouble to the teacher, but it was less than 50 centimeters away from my face, and what I saw had nothing to do with severity at all, but his face was full of smiles, and I didn't even dare to look at it directly.

"I haven't been here for two days, and the teacher misses you a little!" When these words came out of the mouth of the normally stern head teacher, I felt a chill down my spine. What I didn't expect was that she snatched my schoolbag off her shoulder, and said to herself: "During recess, you go to my office, and I will make up for the classes that I have missed in the past two days." The schoolbag is too heavy, and the teacher will help you carry it. "I was so shocked that my heart was almost in my throat. As the saying goes, "Nothing is courteous, either treachery or theft", don't look at this as my teacher, this is applicable to everyone.

I didn't know exactly what it was going to do, and I was so scared that I couldn't even swallow a mouthful.

Just when I was still standing in place, suddenly the teacher leaned forward, and said softly to the back of my father's car that had not yet left: "Oh, Cao Ju, you said that Mu Xi is such a big thing as your daughter, I only found out yesterday." You're so low-key. Don't worry, I'll take good care of Mu Xi. This sentence of Cao Ju shocked me speechless, and that sentence of my daughter, the driver who was picking up something in the trunk, was almost caught in the head by the car door.

I glanced at my father, and his expression was hard to see. And the teacher, as if he couldn't see the situation, kept talking to the car window, and took a bite to say. I stood next to me, to the point where I couldn't stay any longer, and then I turned around and trotted to the classroom. Although my school bag is still in the hands of the head teacher. At that time, I was still young, and I didn't really understand human nature. Later, in the process of growing up, with the gradual deepening of my understanding, I was very misanthropic for a while, disgusted with everything naked and ugly in this world. As everyone knows, not long after that time, I was quickly assimilated by the world, so that the word ugly evolved vividly in me, and the initial impetus for all this was the word greed.

Returning to my seat, I gasped for air. Before Kan Tao came, I sat there alone like an elm pimple, dead and dingding.

I don't know when Kan Tao entered the classroom, but when the teacher put my schoolbag on my desk, the classroom instantly became extremely quiet.

I think all those who have gone to school should know about this. When I was a student, the sense of existence given by the head teacher was even greater than that of my parents, especially in the eyes of my classmates. So, after that day, my "favorability" in the class was forced to increase by more than 10 floors.

In fact, I am not a sharp child myself, especially in those days, this helpless act of being forced to push down the cusp of the storm is destined to fall to the ground after the waves fade.

During those days, Kan Tao and I still didn't talk much, unless I had to say it, there would be a few simple and jerky exchanges. On Kan Tao's face, the wound gradually healed. I sometimes see that I feel an indescribable sense of guilt in my heart. But after all, I had a hard mouth, and it wasn't until I went abroad a few years later that Kan Tao asked me if I had anything to say to him, and I still swallowed back the sorry sentence that I hesitated in my heart.

Perhaps, time is like this, without that scar, I would not have entered the Cao family, would not have been separated from my mother, and there would have been no irreversible change in fate.

It's all fate. I told myself.

Occasionally, when the teacher met my father's car, he greeted him enthusiastically. Later, I learned that the teacher wanted to inquire about the demolition of her parents' old house, and her father happened to be the deputy director in charge of the demolition at that time. is in an important position at such a young age, and if you think about it, it is inseparable from the family relationship.

I didn't see the dumbness of my father's driver when he first heard the words of his daughter. I don't know how my father explained to my daughter after I got out of the car, or if there were no words at all. After all, it is reasonable that the leader does not have to explain his private life to his subordinates.

Cao Cancan's private school is different from a public school like me, which is a public school with compulsory education in the state, in terms of school and vacation time. She has Thursdays and Fridays off every week, which staggers the time I spend with her under the same roof and avoids some unnecessary conflicts.

My grandmother was still lukewarm to me, she rarely moved on weekdays, and sometimes I didn't see her for a day when I was unwell and didn't eat dinner.

Aunt Qin is still very good to me. Almost in daily life, Cao Cancan's food and drink will also prepare a copy for me. I used to think that she was so good to me because of my grandmother's face, but it wasn't until the beginning of the Cao family coup that I didn't know that Aunt Qin was a good woman, and her love for me did have the ingredients of grandma, but there was also a part of the nature of maternal love.

Aunt Qin once said casually one day, when she was sorting out my schoolbag: "It's really a coincidence, I heard my friend's wife say that day, that day, it was the day when Cancan and I were not at home, and the family invited guests. Haha, it's really a coincidence. When Aunt Qin said this, she seemed to be lamenting some kind of bizarre coincidence, and she seemed to be talking to herself about fate, in short, there was no doubt in her words and expressions, and that incident was in the past.

As for my mother, I haven't been back to the old house in the depths of Meilin Alley for more than a week since I entered the Cao family, and although my school is very close to my mother's old nest, I still stubbornly didn't go back to look at it, let alone look at my mother, even looking at the bricks and tiles, I resisted.

During recess exercises, I glimpsed from afar the railing outside the school gate, and there was often a delicate figure like my mother, who was always tiptoeing and looking inside. I seem to be able to see through the longing and anxiety in the sun. I'm always hiding, I don't know what I'm running away from, or maybe I can't bear to face some regret in the depths of the years.

Everything, just copy and paste. I used to think that life would be ordinary and that it would get better slowly, but it would take time.

But I forgot that in this world, there is yang and yin, and the rising sun must be accompanied by the setting of the moon. This is an irreversible law of nature.

So, the first thing that fell from the cusp of the storm was the spread of the school, my life experience.