She lives in a small mountain village.

Surrounded by high mountains, the mountains are covered with pine trees, and even in the cold winter in the north, the mountains are full of striking green.

Her father loved to drink.

Alcohol seems to be able to trigger the demon in his heart, every time he finishes drinking, he is like a demon, there are problems everywhere, and he doesn't like it anywhere.

Violence is like a solution to everything, quarrels and scolding are like brothers, and once one has a sign of beginning, the other must follow.

Her home has not been very quiet.

Just like Winter Snow doesn't like cold winds, Blaze Sun doesn't like summer flowers, and grumpy fathers don't like strong mothers.

She thought that maybe life was like this, sitting in a shabby, smoke-filled room, quietly looking at the sky, but her ears were cluttered with shouting.

Even on a winter night, even at noon in summer, nothing could stop them from hating each other almost madly.

Maybe as the saying goes, when you start hating someone, you feel disgusted no matter what he does, and hate him more and more.

It's not easy to change your attitude towards a person, but it's not easy not to change it.

The quarrel went on forever, but the war didn't last long, and they soon divorced, and as a sensible parent, they would show their children the property agreement at the time of the divorce.

Looking at the stunned few big words on the white paper, she was blocked at the door of the bathroom, trying to hide into the small and dark room, but nothing in this world can be avoided.

She had to look at the big words that pierced her eyes, and somewhere in her heart trembled, maybe a long time ago, she often looked forward to today's day, but at this moment, she was afraid.

"I never wanted any possessions!" She wanted to open her mouth to speak.

"When I used to think like this, I never thought that there would be such a day, don't be angry with me, I'm not serious!" She roared loudly inside.

Then, silently lowering her head and keeping her eyes open so that tears could not flow, she said, "I'm okay with that." ”

The sun was beautiful that day, the wind was gentle, and the family had a meal together, and the grandparents laughed and gave her a fish, which she swallowed indiscriminately.

The fishbones stuck in her throat, making her already choked throat even more uncomfortable, and she didn't cry because she was labeled sensible at a very young age.

Hehe, sensible, maybe it is synonymous with restraint, children who live smoothly, few are sensible.

Of course, she is also living well, studying, taking exams, getting to know her stepmother, not seeing her stepmother, and then meeting a new stepmother......

Infinite loop.

Her home became quiet.

Her father still loves to drink.

Her life hasn't changed much, except that since then, she has never loved fish again.

It's just that there are all kinds of women who flash in her life, and occasionally there will be people who cook delicious fish balls for her son, but let her eat stick porridge.

Occasionally, there are people who praise her children to the sky, but when it comes to her, there is no merit in her.

Oh, it seems to have changed a bit as well.

She's not so fat anymore, she's not so fragile anymore, she's become a little ignorant.

Of course, when she thinks of the past, she still feels that the fish bone is still stuck in her throat, and she prefers to stay alone in a small house than to get her family together during the New Year.

I remember one time, my mother said to her, "Do you remember, then you told me that you were divorced and let me take you away......"

She didn't seem to hear much about what was said later, and smiled, "Oh." ”

She went to a bigger city.

Traffic, noisy crowds, and the same strangeness everywhere.

She can make friends very quickly, and then, when it's time for friends to get in touch with each other, she quickly ditches them and replaces them with a new group of people around.

It seems that this way she will not be lonely.

It seems that she has been lonely all the time.

Ah, she suddenly remembered her white bear, the snow-white, the great bear that had been wet with her silent tears countless times in the night,

Where have you been?

You only remember me who used to cry, but now, I smile beautifully.

I've grown up.