The writer was immersed in it, seemingly listening, but in another identity, from another perspective - he tried to understand Mo Yan's mood from it.

"My mother got her wish and became the hostess of the villa. I followed suit. The mother who had lived in it was gone, leaving behind an older sister. ”

The writer's eyes were wet for a moment. found it, it was his little Mo Yan.

"One day, when my father went to work, I was taking a nap when I suddenly saw a female ghost with a tongue stuck out and long hair. The female ghost hung her hands on her chest, wore a bloodstained robe, and let out an eerie ghostly cry, and walked in my room, little by little, to my bed.

I was so frightened that I couldn't make a sound, and I tried to close my eyes.

At that moment, a voice began to cry.

That's my sister who slept in the same room as me.

The female ghost was attracted by her cry, walked towards her, scratched her, scratched her, and she whimpered and cried. I always remember the sound of crying, which made my little me forget to be afraid. I stood up and thought of my sister's side.

When the female ghost saw me, she suddenly turned around and ran.

My sister also ran away. She ran away to her biological mother and never returned to live in the villa again.

I was only three or four years old at the time, and I couldn't make up the complicated words. I was very excited to tell my mother the story of the female ghost, and my mother was very calm and told me with a smile that it was just a dream.

I thought it was just a dream. It wasn't until some time later, while playing hide and seek, that in the corner of the wardrobe in my mother's room, I inadvertently pulled out the bloodstained robe.

It probably wasn't really bloodstained, just a tricky Halloween costume.

It doesn't matter. The important thing is that I was afraid of my mother from the age of three or four, when I was still the most innocent age.

For a long time, I thought she was a female ghost, and I was the child of a female ghost, and I would become a little female ghost in the future. I started wetting the bed. Nightmares. Always crying.

The more this happened, the more my mother disliked me. At that time, I had a little brother. My mom pushed me to the babysitter.

The nanny had a lot to do, so she put me in the children's room, and put a fence at the door of the children's room. At the age of three or four, I couldn't open it or jump out.

Later, I went to the zoo. When I saw the animals in the cages, I thought I was actually an animal, not a human at all.

And so, with a misconception about myself, I reached the age of elementary school. ”

As if falling into a memory, or as if talking too much and being thirsty, Chen Yingduo stopped and licked her dry and peeled lips.

The writer sat crookedly in his seat, and unconsciously, bit his fingers. He imagined that little Mo Yan was disgusted by his stepmother and scared away by his stepmother, and he was extremely distressed.

"There is water in the display case on the left. You can go and get it yourself. ”

Chen Yingduo walked to the left, and the smart spotlight moved with her. A beautifully lined display case appeared in front of her. When I opened it, I didn't see the usual package of water, and I vaguely recognized a bottle as Evian. Chen Yingduo reached out and took it out.

Unscrew the cap effortlessly. Chen Yingduo raised her neck and poured two sips. He walked back to where he had stood. As soon as the bottle was drunk, a quarter of the water was drunk, and he held it in his hand.

"My mom loves my brother and doesn't love me. Whether I'm a little female ghost or a small animal, I can see very clearly that 'my mother doesn't love me'. We would also go to the park, and I would play with my own, and my mom would run behind my brother's ass all the time. My dad talked to other moms who were more beautiful.

It has always been like this, and there have never been exceptions.

Fortunately, I have a big life, and I have never met Strange Shuli. Chen Yingduo closed her eyes, when she was eight or nine years old, there was a kind-looking grandfather who always gave her snacks, but he didn't let go of the snacks, calling her to sit next to him, and letting her sit on his lap, telling passers-by that she was his granddaughter...... That's not to blame Shu Li. It's a bad old man.

Chen Yingduo opened her eyes and wiped the tip of her nose with the back of her hand.

"My mom sent me to the best school in the city. At that time, I finally experienced the warmth of mother's love. I was overjoyed. I feel that after so many years of suffering, a new life has finally begun. I took every minute seriously, listened carefully to the lectures, and wrote my homework carefully. I want to make Mom proud of you. ”

Chen Yingduo raised her head, her facial features exposed to the light.

The writer could easily see a tear trail slipping across her face.

"The good times didn't last long, and I was in the second grade. Girls in the second grade are already judging. I didn't do anything, but I became the kind of person I didn't fit in. I didn't understand what was going on for a long time, but then I finally realized: I was so poorly dressed. Although everyone is wearing school uniforms, other people's school uniforms are new, and I only have two sets to wear in turn, which are always older than others.

In addition to school uniforms, there are also shoes, hair accessories to tie your hair, school bags, pencil cases...... In short, children can't look at the Tao, but their eyes are vicious. They distinguish me, exclude and target me everywhere.

This becomes more and more evident as the grade level increases.

I'm distressed. I went to my mom and told her that I wanted to go to a regular elementary school.

Mom rejected me. Either gently consoled, nor trying to understand the cause and effect, but simply rejected her neatly, and then, hurried her own business.

She obviously doesn't go to work, and there is a housekeeper and a maid who cooks at home. She's still very busy every day. Busy meddling in the affairs of Dad's company. In the way of carrying my dad behind my back and contacting my dad's employees privately.

The little bit of maternal love that I once experienced is gone.

I lived a life of exclusion in school. It's too painful.

I want to go to my sister. Do you remember? As I said, I have a half-sister who was scared away by my mom early. She also attended that school. She was dressed shabby than me. I'm guessing she probably only has one school uniform. ”

The writer's throat twitched up and down, which was a secret expression of sadness.

"I want to ask her, is she happy at school? How does she get rid of her depression? Although I didn't get along with her much, after all, we have the same blood in our bodies, and we have the same father.

So, I went to my sister's class, which was 4 grades higher than me, to find her.

Through the classroom window, I could easily see several women sitting on her desk or on the tables around her, pointing fingers at her. I'm all too familiar with that scene. It must have been a comment on the poor quality of the things she used.

I saw my sister smiling flatteringly, as if she was agreeing.

However, her low profile was not tolerated. On the contrary, the girls were even more unscrupulous. They pulled her hair and threw her pencil case, which fell to the ground and scattered all over the place.

At that time, I was about the fourth grade, and my sister was in the eighth grade, which was equivalent to the second year of junior high school.

Girls in the second year of junior high school are the most arrogant and the most unsightly. ”

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