"Audiences want to hear your story. Fastest update access: щщщ.79XS.сОΜ. Wen Dong sat back in his seat, Bai Lian's sudden inner monologue last night whetted his appetite, nostalgia was her debut, because she had never appeared on the screen before, and many listeners were curious about her appearance, her net worth, and now she took the initiative to provide gossip, which was even more exciting.

"From today onwards, tell your story." He compromised.

"Dear listeners and friends, thank you for your continued support and encouragement, the biggest reason why I choose to miss is that I want to tell my story to that person, I know that he must be listening to the show, and I know that he must not know that I exist, but as long as I can convey this feeling, I am satisfied."

"It is said that the appearance of the 'daughter' must follow the father to live happily, this sentence is not false at all, my father looks clean and handsome, if he is the same, even if he is not as beautiful as the 'flower', it must be a beautiful 'girl' child, but I follow the mother, since I was a child, I have been delicate 'beautiful', many people want to say, good-looking, shouldn't you be proud, but if it's too much? When I was six years old, she was kidnapped by an admirer when she went out, who tried to take her out of the country, she was unwilling, in the process of going to sea, she fought with her for the steering wheel and the boat capsized, I was put on a life jacket by her, hooped with a lifebuoy, so that I could save my life and wait for rescue.

Luckily and unfortunately, I was young at the time, and I lost my memory after being immersed in seawater for too long.

My father loved my mother very much, and was 'desperate' for her death, but my father's family was the opposite, they were already dissatisfied with my mother, and in order to make my father no longer decadent, they lied and made up a set of arguments, saying that my mother was 'eloping' with me, and my father didn't believe it, so they single-handedly plotted countless evidence, including, that person was my mother's first love.

I sometimes wonder if everything is providential, and my amnesia has fulfilled this false story.

The father seemed to be even more reluctant to accept the cruel reality of his mother's death, and chose to hate, so he returned to the family, and under the arrangement of the family, he remarried a 'daughter' with a similar family background.

And I, at first, my father would lose his mind to me, and later, I became a forgotten oil bottle.

I was originally a child born of their Ming media marriage, but I was gradually said to be an 'illegal' child born in the outer room, and children of the same age didn't like me, saying that I was a fox 'spirit' child, and I would also be a little fox in the future.

Only him, no.

After I turned my six years old upside down, this man saved me with his warm smile.

Where he is, no one dares to sarcastically mock me, dare to beat me, it is not an exaggeration to say that as long as he smiles lightly and raises his eyebrows, it makes people shudder, obviously such a gentle person, how can he be so majestic.

He didn't actually mean to help me, he just thought that as a child of a family, he should be graceful and elegant, and act worthy of his status and status.

He 'touched' my head and said, little girl, take care of yourself.

Later, I called him cousin, who was the nephew of my father's new wife.

The new lady was unusually cold to me, her gaze always following my father, who had become cold, and occasionally, glaring back at me, as if I had strangled my once smiling father into a lifeless form.

He has a fiancée who is a childhood sweetheart, and he is very fond of him.

When he was a teenager, he would hold the 'girl' child who was like a little princess, feed her, tell her stories, and even help her tie her braids and put on shoes.

I thought that his love for me might just be a temporary charity, but no matter how clear I am, I am already deeply trapped in it.

I wanted that person to be my brother, and once, I secretly whispered to him brother, and the little 'girl' child immediately grabbed his arm and shouted, "This is my brother Yu, you can't call him." "She is cute in ice and snow, and her big round eyes are cute and tight, unlike me, her slender fox eyes seem to be calculating all the time.

He laughed, scratched her nose dotingly, turned to me and said faintly, "Call me by my name." ”

In this way, even my cousin is not qualified to be called.

Annoyed, I kicked him and ran away, vowing to hate him and stay away from him.

After going to school, I met again without accident.

I have a weak foundation, unlike the rest of the class, I have been treated as an 'elite' English training since I was a child, the preschool education has been successfully done in place, I can't understand, I can't do homework, and I am often called out by the teacher to punish the station, I hold my head high proudly, disdainfully feel that I don't care.

That day, he came slowly from the hallway.

Will he be laughed at? His brow furrowed, he would be happy, look, the wild girl who kicked me was punished to stand.

I don't care about the image, like a panicked rabbit, running away in panic.

He picked me up in a few strides, dragged my reluctant wrist, and went to the principal's office, how he did it, although he didn't understand, but I knew that he was helping me out, and then the teachers of the 'doors' who came were swept by his eyes, and almost trembled with fright.

I looked up at him, a boy who was only four years older than me, as tall as a god, and this time, he didn't leave me, took my hand and told me that I could borrow a textbook from him.

His textbooks, his grades, and his handwriting are all insurmountable heights for others.

I started working hard, I started listening carefully, I started reading his notes.

Gradually, I kept up with the teacher, gradually, I became the little genius of the class, and gradually, I wanted to skip a grade and ...... with him

In my childhood, I was not lonely or lonely because of him. ”

The melodious tune should be followed by a faint reminiscence-style statement, Bai Lian's face was full of smiles, and he said goodbye softly, "Okay, that's the end of today's show." ”

Coming out of the studio, her colleagues who used to look at her unpleasantly looked at her secretly with complicated eyes, and she had to say hello to them one by one and go home from work.

Her temperament is excellent, and her etiquette is also extremely in place, but it is easy for people to only see her appearance at a glance and give her negative marks.

"She doesn't seem to be that difficult to get along with either." One muttered.

"It seems that we have been targeting her all along, and she has been silent." Another colleague interface.

"Her resume is very beautiful, although she is a halfway broadcast host, she has long been famous abroad, and she used to be a simultaneous translator in Britain, France and Russia, and her fierce life does not need to be explained." The staff of the Personnel Section answered as they passed by.

Bai Lian didn't care what others said about her, she just felt that she should speed up the pace.