As I walked up the familiar steps, my steps were firm. Just like what Uncle Zhao just said, what should happen, no matter good or bad, will not stop and wait for you to choose the right time because of anyone's pity. So, if my weakness can stop the development of things and the direction of development, then I would rather hide in my shell and be a coward forever. It's a pity that fate is not like this.

Inside and outside the door, thousands of rivers and mountains.

There was no light in the courtyard of the Cao family tonight, so when I pushed the door open, the light that came out of the house was particularly eye-catching and abrupt on this special autumn night.

The light behind the door was not as warm as I had guessed when I had not yet gotten out of the car, and the light spilled from the crystal chandelier on the shed, dazzling my eyes.

That year, 2014. In the autumn of this year, in my future years, I have never seen such a cold as that year, and in the eyes that fixed the focus of the pupils, the people in the hall of the Cao family, there was no rain and frost, and the audience was frozen in the ticket office.

With the sound of closing the door, in an instant, the frost on everyone's bodies disintegrated, the lights and sound advanced, and the show was about to be staged.

I have fantasized about the atmosphere in the air countless times, and the only thing that can match it is the burning gaze that is focused on me. This kind of gaze made me feel cramped and uneasy when I stood still, and I was in a dilemma. I put my fingers together and stood in the hallway with my head bowed, not knowing what to do. In the afterglow, I saw a man standing up in the corner of the corner sofa. In the glimpse of the figure, you can feel the thinness of this person. I looked up, and it was my mother.

That night, my mother wore a long-sleeved white cheongsam, with a bloodless face, coupled with the background of the Cao family with the cold wind howling, my mother was like a piece of ice in a fire, which could melt at any time.

I met my mother's eyes, but I still chose to run away. And this time, it's purely subconscious. There were so many things in my mother's eyes that day, and I was afraid that I would read them, and I was afraid that I would become weak from being strong.

My mother staggered two steps forward, and I guessed she was trying to get close to me, to play a game of play with the little toys that had scattered around me without understanding it. But God didn't give me a chance to escape from the war, in that frozen atmosphere, Cao Cancan took a step faster than his mother, rushed to me, clamped my arms with both hands, shook my arms on the ground, and suddenly said a few words: "Who are you?" This sudden question made me stunned for a moment.

When she saw that I did not speak, she asked me again, "Who are you?" I looked up and met Cao Cancan's gaze, her red and swollen eyes, silently but silently, what kind of blow had made this girl almost the same age as me cry in just a few minutes.

I thank God that the first interrogator in the East Window incident was arranged to be Cao Cancan. Because, the child's eyes don't lie, I saw the same pitiful self in her eyes, that complex and changeable life, yes, it is the best rich funeral for my youth.

Cao Cancan was like a marionette at the time, letting her emotions control her limbs, and I could feel her trembling body up close, but what could I do?

Why are you asking me? I don't understand.

I opened my mouth and swallowed the name back into my stomach. Yes, I was so timid that I didn't even dare to mention the word "Cao Muxi". My name is a souvenir imposed on me by the world, but I don't like it.

My identity is superimposed on several layers, I am Liu Muxi in the depths of the alleys of Meiyuan Street in Nanjing; I am Cao Muxi, who can't be on the stage in Cao's mansion; I was a living dream that my mother had exchanged for the rest of her life; I was a dispensable daughter that my father disdained to mention; I'm one of the members of Aunt Jean's group that no longer deceives herself in marriage, even though it's too cruel, and even though I don't like it.

Cao Cancan's tears flowed: "Cao Muxi, you tell me, this is fake, right?" Right? "I looked at her in a daze, and I wanted to tell her, yes, it's fake, it's all fake. But I don't have the courage to lie, after all, I have half of her blood in my bones. Cao Ge ran over, intending to pull away her hand that was around me. But Cao Cancan's strength was relatively large, and Cao Ge took a lot of effort to break off the whitened fingers.

"Cao Muxi, you're grandma's relative, aren't you? What they just said is false, is it right to lie to children? Isn't it? Seeing that I still didn't speak, she wiped the tears on her face twice with her hand, and smiled at me reluctantly: "Cao Muxi, let me tell you, when you first came, I broke the bracelet and relied on you." Also, I also said bad things about you to Kan Tao, oh, by the way, just that envelope, that envelope I deliberately confiscated. Because I hated you at that time, I didn't like that there was suddenly a child like you in the family, and I was afraid that everyone would like you. Later, then I don't hate you anymore. Cao Muxi, I apologize, I apologize. Tell me, isn't it fake? We both went to school together during the day, huh? Just now, just now, you ask Uncle Zhao, didn't we have a good chat in the car? This, why did this suddenly become my sister? You forgive me, you just tell me it's all fake. ”

Cao Cancan's words, but I was not surprised at all. One thing after another, I never gave up doubting her. But now on this occasion, it is so powerless to say this.

Cao Ge has been pulling Cao Cancan behind him: "Cancan, calm down!" Calm down! This is a matter between adults, and it has nothing to do with Mu Xi. ”

"Doesn't matter? It doesn't matter, why did you suddenly become my sister? Do I need a sister? I don't need to! You just get someone and say it's my sister, do you want to get a brother for me tomorrow? Cao Cancan turned around and yelled at Cao Ge.

"Cancan, you listen to what Dad said..."Father stood up from the sofa and just stretched out a hand, but was stopped by Cao Cancansheng: "I don't listen!" I don't listen! You all lied to me, you are all liars, you are all big liars! With that, he turned around and rushed out the door.

When Cao Cancan passed by me, he hit me hard, and the pain spread from his shoulder to his left arm, and the wind made my hair fly.

It's still raining outside, and it's heavier than when school is out.