If it weren't for the interrogators' interruption, Liu Xijun's confession would probably have lasted until the heavens were far away, should I say that she was too naïve or too cunning?

Liu Xijun, who seemed to have returned to his soul, was embarrassed to comb his hair, "What? Have you heard enough about the garden? Want to hear from your guests? I'm fine, but there's not much to say. Because, there are very few days when there are no guests visiting the house. Although guests sometimes come early in the morning, and the father often goes out after lunch with his little mother and does not come back until late; But usually the little mother doesn't go anywhere, only entertains guests at home. Sometimes people come alone and have tea on my favorite terrace: sometimes in the evening, the living room is crowded with two dozen people and it is noisy until midnight. To be honest, my mom wouldn't let me meet my father's fox friends. Why? Well, I don't know. I think it's good for you to think about this kind of thing.

Besides, I don't like those people at all. Those people are often new faces, but there are also a few old faces that often appear. Most of them are young, they have beautiful faces, or they have a very strong physique, or they have a good voice and speak beautifully, and they will have some advantages anyway, but there will also be some people who don't know what the advantages are. There was a man with a solemn face, I don't know what his name was, who often came alone, and when a large number of guests poured in, he was immediately nowhere to be seen. He used to stand in the garden and look at the window on the second floor, and he looked at me in all directions. Although I hurriedly hid behind the curtains, the man kept looking at me. Like a thief, he wandered around the garden, looking around.

I thought the guy was acting weird and wasn't good-looking. So, I try not to think about it as much as possible, and I don't look at those people. I don't like those people, nor I like my mom when I'm with them. But Aunt May told me what to call the guests — she said that although they were doing business with her father, they were all "admirers" of her mother. ”

Liu Xijun smiled shyly: "I was a wild child when I was a child, chasing my brother's ass, jumping out of the river everywhere, running and fighting, and being as solid as a boy, anyway, although people's hearts were impetuous, there was nothing bad at that time." I often get into trouble, or my mother took me to apologize and stop my father from beating me, although the consequence changed from spanking to grounding, but I love my mother more, but ...... Mom, I can't call it out," she sighed remorsefully.

"At this time, I realized how sorry it is that my son wants to raise but can't wait for my family. Let's go back to the man, I remember that I was naughty and found a forked branch from a branch that fell on the garden floor, folded it to the appropriate length, put on the elastic band that my mother had asked someone to buy on my back, and made a slingshot myself. Because the elastic band is so powerful, if you see a cat staring at a sparrow playing in the pond, it can be driven away with just one bullet. But Aunt May said it was too dangerous and angrily confiscated the slingshot.

Presumably, Xiaoma won't like this kind of sneaky person. For a long time after that, the person didn't show up. He made me feel hairy, so I was relieved. But for some reason, the face that looked at me without scruples could not be dissipated from my mind for a long time. Because, I felt as if I had seen this person in other places, and I always felt as if the person in the painting was staring at me. Maybe this person looks a lot like someone.

Or, when I was younger, I would have spoken to this person. Maybe he came to the house while my mother was away, went up to the second floor, and talked to me who was lonely and lonely. Yes, and more than once. He would sometimes give me comic strips such as "An Embroidered Shoe" or "The Adventures of Tintin" and would also bring me toys. ”

Wild children, only this kind of local tyrant is accustomed to a big house where they can play freely. I sighed, when I was a child, I lived in a low-slung self-built house and didn't go back to the city until the policy was implemented. Afterwards...... I have to be honest that I don't have any interesting memories of my childhood. Probably because I don't like injections and pills. I don't know if there were many children like me, then or now, but at least I am. Also, I don't like the environment I live in, which is always accompanied by the smell of white coats and disinfectant water. If it weren't for my sister's encouragement, I would have run away from home.

In the interrogation room, Yu Zujia was busy bowing his head to record, although it was a long time, it seemed to be a new clue, and he added: "Miss Liu, do you remember this person's name?" Are there any other visitors' names? ”

Liu Xijun thought about it for a while, and said apologetically: "It's a pity that I was too young at that time. And I've only had one formal greeting with my father's fox friend. I remember being combed into a twisted wavy head, tied with a red ribbon, wearing a dark blue shirt and a pink apron—I followed Aunt May to the living room in a new outfit. Aunt Mei looked at me neatly dressed and complimented, "Wow, that's so cute," but I felt uncomfortable with the hair draped over my face and the skirt that would wrap around my feet. I had always been worried that I would fall down the stairs in such a costume, and when I finally got to the living room, I thought the guests looked at me horribly.

Aunt Mei told me that some of those people are literary and artistic youths, some are peddlers and pawns, and more are middle-class gentlemen, but they are all "admirers" of Xiaoma's mother now. "Worship" is greater than liking, and what they dedicate to the little mother is a pure, unrequited love, just like the ancient knights dedicated to the noblewoman. The men who come to the house every day are competing for the first place in the "admirers". I don't believe in such a thing at all, this kind of plot only happens in the middle. That's right, neither in ancient times nor in ancient times, but it actually happened. Isn't this just ordinary animal courtship?

Therefore, those guests are just competing for the little mother. The men who surrounded me in the living room that day looked at me as if they were appraising the products in the store. For these people, my mom is their target, I'm a drag bottle, and when they look at me, they look at me like I'm a rare animal. At this time, the little mother walked down. Mommy's room has a spiral staircase with iron handrails that leads to the living room, and when Mom finishes dressing, she will slowly walk down that staircase, like a heroine on the stage.

A large clock was placed above the fireplace in the concierge hall, surrounded by stones with red spots in black. The fireplace in the dining room is covered with tiles with floral patterns, which is so beautiful. The spacious living room has a fireplace of the most luxurious, surrounded by pink marble and Greek temple-like reliefs. The fireplace was as big as a cave, and I could stand up and go on a big adventure. The other rooms also have fireplaces, but the décor is different.

The living room, opposite the small dining room where we ate, was rarely used, and although there was no terrace, there was a large window in the garden. Mommy's living room was a dark, austere room with a black cast-iron flower fireplace and a large mirror on the fireplace. Each fireplace is deep, and if you pile up round firewood and light a fire, the spacious room will instantly become warm even in the cold of winter.

The firewood burns beautifully surrounded by red flames, and sometimes it bursts out with golden sparks and makes a "pop, pop" sound. When the firewood burns to ashes and collapses, it makes a sound like a sigh. If I accidentally trip, the consequences must be dire, so whenever I see the fireplace in the room, I will watch from afar. Unlike fireplaces and heaters, which are scary and beautiful, they can leave a lot of ashes and be troublesome to clean up if they continue to burn overnight. But Aunt May and they are used to it, and I have never seen any ashes fall from a woolly carpet.

It seemed to be spring, because my mother was wearing black loungewear with many pink peach blossom patterns scattered on the skirt. The mother's loungewear dragged long sleeves, with a bright red shirt collar with a convex star pattern and a belt of gold bars, and the loungewear was not folded at the chest, so the long skirt was dragged out, revealing the light peach petticoat. The little mother held a branch decorated with peach blossoms in her hands, and walked slowly down step by step with her bare feet. The nails of the toes were dyed red, like petals of flowers. She was like an elf coming from the flames of a fireplace.

Father's fox friends and dog friends "wow~" sounded a tidal wave of cheers, and they all hugged the little mother. No one paid attention to my existence, and I was immediately forgotten. I have no objection to this, I hated being treated as a rare animal, so it made me feel relieved, but my father's fox friend covered my little mother like a stinky husband, and I couldn't see her at all, which made me feel sad. Mommy—I cried out in my heart. I didn't dare to shout because it was too humiliating. Mom, I'm here. That's why I'm here because my mom is here. Please, Mommy, say something, look at me while I'm still here, and smile at me.

But my mother didn't say a word to me, but only told Aunt Mei: "Take her upstairs and let her sleep." "My mother turned away without even looking up at me, and her back—her black hair in a bun, her pearl-adorned ornament, her slender neck disappearing into her low-hanging collar—was still deeply seared into my eyes. I think it must be because I'm too embarrassed and make my mom feel very unhappy. It would be nice if I could cry out loud, but I'm so sad that I can't cry at all. From then on, I made up my mind that if my mother hadn't told me, I would never appear in front of guests again.

I hate those oily and powdery guests, I hate groveling fathers, I hate careless little moms...... Locked in my room, thinking about it and thinking about it, my head went dizzy. I felt that everything in front of me had become annoying, so I simply got into the quilt. It's best to go to sleep and wake up the next morning. When I opened my eyes, the guests were gone, and it was a day when I could be alone with my mother.

The little mother walked into the room, patted the quilt lightly and said, "If you want to get up, ask Aunt Mei to help you get dressed." "But I was making an awkward fuss, I didn't say anything, and I hoped that my mother could accompany me a little.

But the truth couldn't be as expected, my mother went directly to the first floor, and soon Aunt Mei woke me up, not caring if I wanted to or not. Aunt Mei seemed to be very busy, and kept urging me to move faster, and I heard that there would be another group of guests coming to the door in the afternoon.

Aunt May asked me to put on the doll-like dress I wore before, with an apron and a ribbon. I didn't like it because it was top-heavy and hooked when I walked, so I told her I didn't want to wear it, and I wouldn't go down anyway, so I didn't want to wear this kind of clothes, just wear my usual clothes. Aunt May lifted her pointed chin and said to me in a threatening tone:

"Really? This is what your father told him, and if you don't obey, your father will be angry. You may think it doesn't matter, but I'm a nerve-wracker. Do you understand? Miss. "

I hate Aunt May. Aunt Mei looks like a fox and often bullies me behind my mother's back. She would sneer at me as she bathed me, and I didn't know why. Although I am not as beautiful as my mother, compared to my mother, Aunt Mei is also ugly, why laugh at me?

I know something else. When Aunt Mei was helping her mother clean the dressing room, she would spray her mother's perfume and wipe her lipstick without authorization. Not only that, but she also put the beautiful handkerchief and ring that her mother kept on the dresser in her pocket.

I once told Aunt Mei and mentioned it to my mother. But with my father's support, Aunt Mei was not only fired, but also secretly, no, sometimes in front of me, touching my mother's things and stealing some small things.

Moreover, Aunt Mei also used to stay alone in the garden with guests. I saw them secretly facing each other in front of the flower tree from the window on the second floor. I found out when I looked at the garden in the mirror, and then I hid behind the curtain to watch them. What the hell are they doing there? Does Aunt Mei want to replace her mother and take this home into possession?

I remember in "Ma Lanhua", the evil-eyed old cat colluded with the wild woman to betray the hostess and occupy the hostess's house and property. I've seen many of these comic book stories before. But if Aunt Mei really thinks so, it means that she is more innocent than me, a child. I've known for a long time that even children are smart, adults are stupid, and adults are better. This is an immutable law. But the little ones will grow up one day. A smart kid like me, even when he grows up, won't be stupid. At that time, I will be more powerful than Aunt Mei, and it will be my turn to teach this bad Aunt Mei a good lesson. Until then, I'm going to keep quiet, so as not to startle the snake.

After helping me get dressed, Aunt May ran out in a puff of smoke. Father's friendly fox and dog statues have arrived one after another. When you walk into the dressing room of the little mother and approach the revolving staircase leading to the living room, you can faintly hear the conversation of the guests in the living room. There was only a man's voice, and the little mom was not there.

Where the hell is Mommy? Is it in the living room? Possibly let the other guests wait in the living room and touch up their own makeup. I don't know.

I sat at the top of the spiral staircase, elbows on my knees, and I felt like there were so many things I couldn't figure out. Because, my mother didn't tell me anything. Why did she want me to wear this dress today? If I wear my usual clothes, I can wear them myself, and I don't need to see the annoying Aunt Mei. Isn't there any special elbow significance? Could it be that something is going to happen today that I have to go down?

"Aunt Mei, come and help light the fireplace, it's cold today."

Someone shouted from below.

"I'm sorry. This year has been put away. "

Aunt May replied. Prick up your ears and you can hear the crunch of the trolley and the clanging of spoons against plates. I may be serving tea to a guest.

"What's put away, isn't the fireplace there? Just take the screen away, bring some firewood, and light the fire, wouldn't it be good? One

"Before a sandstorm, you must close the chimney."

"But aren't the fireplaces still in use in the other rooms? I just saw the chimney smoking. "

I didn't hear an answer. The trolley was pushed away again. Maybe Aunt Mei walked away without saying anything. Usually Aunt Mei goes out to receive guests, although I don't care where Aunt Mei went at all, but I always feel that something is not right.

"Bah, this Aunt Mei is really welcome!"

It was the man's voice again.

"Why don't you find a person who is beautiful and has a kind attitude, what kind of attitude is this!"

"What nonsense are you talking about. No matter how excessive the old lady was just now, she was the old man of Liu Zhenzhen's family. Liu Zhenzhen has been her son's milk brother since he was a baby. "

Another person replied.

"Isn't this kind of person more loyal than the usual *full little nanny?"

"I'm not as perverted as you are. I still like to be served by beautiful women. "

"The old lady is also a woman."

"It should be said that it used to be a woman."

There was a burst of unbridled laughter all around, and it was clear that there were a lot of people in the living room.

"Is Her Royal Highness the Red Princess still dressing up?"

The voice calling Aunt Mei "Aunt Nanny" didn't know who it was asking, and far away from the stairs, a voice replied:

"No, it looks like I'm talking to someone in another room."

"Hey, hey, that's not good."

"With whom?"

I didn't hear the name they said. But I could feel a commotion below, like a strong wind blowing.

"That guy ——。"

"Why hasn't he given up?"

"The more such people, the more entangled."

"No, it doesn't seem like that."

"How's that?"

"It seems that Her Royal Highness the princess invited him today."

"Is it a resurgence?"

"Hey, what are you kidding!"

"yes, how can this be."

"Wasn't that guy already married?"

"Maybe our princess can't give it up."

"Just teasing him, right?"

"It's brutal."

"What a great woman."

"Worthy of an Oiran."

"Don't insult her!"

There was a commotion of quarrels in the living room. But I can't take it anymore. My heart was beating so fast that I couldn't sit there anymore. Mommy's behavior today is too unusual. I don't know if something will happen to my mother.

After that, I saw my brother, who was usually like a wild boy, dressed up in a new look, and walked out awkwardly.

So, after that, it became my brother Liu Yaoyong who showed up in front of people, and as long as there were guests at home, I would eat on the second floor day or night. Although there is also a terrace on the second floor that extends to the garden, guests will see it when they walk out of the garden, so it is also off-limits. When I'm bored after reading all the books, I open the window a crack and stand in front of it with a small mirror. Looking through the mirror at the garden under the window. The familiar garden is reflected in the mirror, and it is a fresh sight. As soon as someone walks out of the garden, I can hide immediately.

My house is big for a small child, but I was in my room on the second floor and could still hear the conversations and movements of the guests below. Although I was both afraid and disgusted to show my face in front of guests, I was lonely to death when I hid upstairs alone, and I couldn't hold back my tears at the thought that my little mother would probably never return to me. It was only when Aunt May came to my room that I didn't feel lonely for a while. When a large group of guests visited, they would hire someone to cook in the kitchen, and Aunt Mei would have to help on the side, and only Aunt Mei could accompany me. But Aunt Mei speaks very nagging and with an accent, and sometimes she can't understand at all, so she is still very bored. But I still remember some of what Aunt May said. That's right, she would have said. But it didn't seem to be saying to me, it was like talking to yourself. "What retribution, retribution."

"What? What do you mean? I asked. At that time, Aunt Mei looked like she was in a trance, as if she didn't realize my existence at all. I suddenly had my heart beating faster, grabbed the sleeve of Aunt Mei's overalls, and asked again and again, "Who will be punished?" Surprisingly, Aunt Mei still said with a trance on her face: "It's Zhu Qi." "

Aunt Mei called her mother Zhu Qi. As a father since he was a child, Aunt Mei has served him to the old man from now on, and she is the only one in the family who has this qualification. Father is always busy, inside and outside the house, Aunt Mei helps her with all the things of the little mother. Every morning, from serving tea to the bedside, helping my mother comb her hair, choosing the clothes to wear that day to bathing before going to bed, Aunt Mei takes care of it all by herself. Of course, Aunt Mei is always respectful, and so far, I have never heard of Aunt Mei counting her little mother.

"Aunt Mei, why do you say that?" I asked again. Aunt May spat out a sentence from her wrinkled mouth.

"Your father shouldn't have married Zhu Qi in the first place. Now they don't say that it's like the old society pays attention to the right people, but they are not all the way after all...... Moreover, she is too reckless. No matter how nostalgic you are for the days when the stars hold the moon, you can't invite a bunch of men to come to your house every day and make trouble until late at night, it's really inappropriate. It's like an oiran. "

In retrospect, I couldn't even figure out if Aunt Mei had said that her mother was an "Oiran". But I hear those two words very clearly. I know what an "Oiran" is, I think I saw it in a book, and I think I've heard a guest say that about his mother when he smokes in private. "Why is Mommy an Oiran?"

Hearing me ask, Aunt Mei finally looked at me, and then, suddenly, her eyes widened, revealing a face full of surprise. Before that, she seemed to be sleeping with her eyes open. Oiran? What Oiran? Aunt Mei asked loudly. Just now you yourself said that the little mother is an oiran, and those "admirers" also said that the woman is an oiran, and before I finished my words, Aunt Mei raised her hand and spanked my ass. Although I was still very young at that time, I still felt that Aunt Mei couldn't beat people indiscriminately like this.

"How can you say such a thing, at least you shouldn't say such inexplicable things!" Aunt Mei beat me while repeating it with a crying voice. My heart is very complicated, I was beaten myself, but I felt as if I had done something sorry for Aunt Mei. The only thing I know is that "Oiran" doesn't seem to be a good word. Those "worshippers" really don't really "worship" on the little mother. Moreover, even Aunt Mei more or less agrees with this. I tried hard to find out Aunt Mei's tone, because I wanted to know why Aunt Mei would say such things when she couldn't have hated her little mother. But Aunt Mei didn't come to accompany me much, so I had more time to think.

When my mom entertains guests, I'm always alone. What should a child with such a problem do? For me, the only way to do that is to read books and escape into the world of books. That is, to escape, to escape into or comic strips. Although there was a TV in the living room and the cartoon black cat sheriff began to play, this TV series was still a rarity at the time, and our family stipulated that children could not touch the TV switch casually. Only books can be read as much as you want. There are a lot of books in a room on the second floor, and many of them still bear the marks of the library.

I can read all the books I want. Although I have only learned Hanyu Pinyin, my previous comic books have Zhuyin on them, so I can understand them as well. Even if you don't understand the meaning of some of the words, if you keep reading them, you will gradually understand. After that, I gradually learned to read kanji books. It was only when I immersed myself in the world of books that I was able to temporarily let go of the idea that I was just an ordinary child. Even if you don't get noticed, or you are scolded by your father and shed tears, or the big dog tied to you on the way home from elementary school is scary, it doesn't matter.

I even fantasize about "I've gone somewhere" or "I've become a different person", and that's when I developed the habit of daydreaming. It's a pity that the world I live in is neither the enchanted forest of Sleeping Beauty, nor the desert of Shudi, nor Mars, nor the royal palace of France. I'm just an ordinary child, a little girl who is not good at sports, and I will grow up day by day, become an adult, and then slowly grow old, become an old woman, and pass away - when I suddenly wake up from a dream, it often devastates me. Actually, I'm not a person who likes to get into the horns, and I won't be bothered by such philosophical questions for too long, and I will soon return to the world of fantasy. Because, that's a lot more fun. I love "Three * Hands", "Princess Mars" and "Arabian Nights", and my favorite is the TV series "Raiders of the Lost Ark" trilogy, and I want to be an archaeologist when I grow up."

Oh! Archaeologists? When I was in elementary school, I heard that the female corpses and golden jade clothes of Sanxingdui would be sent from Shu to the whole country for touring exhibitions, and at that time, I was really fascinated. So I watched a lot of archaeological stories, and then even tried to write history on the stage of ancient Shudi, but I couldn't write it anymore halfway through, so I had to give up. I wanted to be an archaeologist, but why did I end up being a paranormal writer? In retrospect, it was strange.

But for me, a fantasy kid at the time, I didn't know what it took to be an archaeologist. Just as I love to read, I don't "want to be a writer" because of this. I have other dreams. For example, being an actor. But this is just an unrealistic fantasy, and people who cannot face reality simply cannot engage in this kind of industry. Just as although I longed for the archaeological stories serialized in the literature of the strange stalls at that time, I never thought of fighting the heat, diseases and insects in Shudi, nor did I want to hire locals, negotiate with the government and other actual work of archaeologists, but just blindly indulged in the romantic feelings of ancient times. Alas, alas, in retrospect, if you accidentally really became an archaeologist, it would really be out of control. It's easy for me to yearn for a job that doesn't suit me.

A large part of the reason why I am now a writer is due to chance. But if it is said to be "fate", rather than "fate", it feels much more dazzling. But too dazzling will make me embarrassed, so it's better to say "karma". I remember when I was in the sixth grade of elementary school, I read "Pipiru and Lusisi" serialized by the fairy tale king. If I had read this book at a younger age, I wouldn't have been busy rummaging through the cabinets and opening all the wardrobe doors all day at home. Thankfully, I was old enough not to confuse the world of the story with reality. Although the door of the wardrobe is opened, the center of the earth will not appear at the other end, and the canned luncheon meat will not hatch into a super villain...... But as soon as you open the cover of the book, you can enter the Rubik's Cube Building. Although we can't get rid of the world where we need money for life, we get hungry if we don't eat every day, children will definitely become adults, and children will be scolded if they don't listen to adults, but as soon as we open the door of the book, we will definitely come to an adventurous world like the Rubik's Cube Mansion.

Liu Xijun was still talking: "Let's not talk about these things first. Looking back now, I used to read books all day. I don't like to go outside. That is, otaku. Actually, I still don't like to meet strangers, and I don't like to call and chat on the Internet, but fortunately, I already have the material foundation to be a rice worm for a lifetime. ”

At that time, when I was reading books, I also began to think about the meaning of what Aunt Mei said, including what she didn't say. Since I asked her and she wouldn't tell me, I had to find the answer on my own. Although I am not as beautiful as my mother, I should be very smart by the standards of a child. Actually, that's when I realized that. Mom is my mom. But if my father and mother are going to have children, I must have younger siblings. To this day, I've never asked, "Where are my siblings?" "Because I don't think I should ask that kind of question.

Aunt Mei said: "Your father shouldn't have married Zhu Qi in the first place." "Why?

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Liu Xijun's eyes were red, "My mother, I can't remember her voice and smile, why doesn't she want me?" No matter how miraculous it is, it is impossible for a man to have a child on his own. At that time, I didn't know that men and women could divorce, and I remembered that when a few children who didn't deal with me spit on me, they called me a 'wild seed', why? Couldn't it be that my father and mother were never married, and they gave birth to me without getting married? That's why there is no mother at home.

Is Mom dead? But if that's the case, there should be a picture of my mother in the house. In the living room of the house, there are pictures of my grandfather and grandmother, who are my father's parents. There is a whole row of military medals and awards in the aisle, but there is no image of "mother". Not only did there be no photo, but even when they were talking, even I would never have heard of this person's name or the existence of this person. There were no traces on my father's body, as if an eraser had erased a miswritten word, leaving no traces.

Mom, why did you leave me? No matter how hard I rack my brains, I still can't figure it out. In fairy tales, it is common to see men and women, princes and princesses who love each other living happily ever after, and no one tells the children that after a while, they will change their minds and break up, so it is not a big deal even if one party abandons the other. So, that's how it should be. My mom didn't die, but she refused to stay with my father. ”

Yu Zujia sighed, handed over a tissue, Liu Xijun sobbed and thanked: "Of course, I understand this, it is a long time later, of course, Aunt Mei is an old-fashioned person from the old society, and her views on the door are deep-rooted, what Aunt Mei means - if you fall in love with a man, even if the identity is very different, but marrying a chicken and a dog is a helpless thing, although the old love is unforgettable, you should also marry that man; And an inattentive mom like her, and letting so many men in and out of the house is an oiran.

But my mother is a trendy woman, and no matter how much Aunt Mei talks about it, my mother can't listen to it. So, Aunt Mei inadvertently confided in my suppressed words in front of me. I began to think about whether I should support Aunt Mei or support my mother. If I were to ask who I liked, I wouldn't have to think about it at all. Although I don't hate Aunt Mei, no matter what, she can't take the place of the little mother. And later, I also found out a fact from Aunt Mei's words, my mother can have children, but she chooses not to have children. For a woman, is it always a big sacrifice, for my brother and me? I do not know. I selfishly thought that no matter how much Aunt Mei expected the family to add Ding Ding, if my mother really did that, it would be tantamount to betraying me. Because, that's how my little mother raised me.

But to be honest, I also hate the other side of the mom, because she is too good to those "admirers" who often come to the house to dominate the mom. I often wonder if there was some way to make these people never show up. Why? Because stinky men stink. The smell of tobacco, hair oil, or the greasy body odor disguised by strong perfume can be unbearable. Even if my mom allowed me to go to the first floor, even if those people wouldn't look me up and down like they did last time, I wouldn't want to go to that kind of place. is even more because the little mother is like two people in front of men. Not only is the makeup particularly bright, sometimes he wears big shiny earrings, and sometimes he shows a bright red coral necklace under the collar of his loungewear. Although such a mom is also beautiful, it doesn't seem to be a mom I know anymore.

In addition, unlike my father's depression when he was at home, my mother's voice became very high-pitched, and she laughed constantly, but the laughter was completely different from the laughter when she was with me, and it was annoying. It's like putting sugar water in the sun, it feels sticky. If Oiran is like that, then I hate Oiran. The so-called "retribution" and "*" should refer to these. If, as Aunt Mei said, my father's marriage to my little mother was a mistake, wouldn't it be better if my little mother married one of them, or not one of those people, but married another man, and then that person came to my house to live with us?

No, even if the "admirers" never came to the door again, I would never want that, it would be more annoying than my father's fox friends who came to the door every day. Perhaps, the reason why the fox friends made by the father came to the door was to subconsciously expect one of them to be favored by the little mother. This is especially true for those who come to the door alone and go out with their little mothers: or who spend their time from day to night, often bringing bouquets of roses that fill the table or jewels in small velvet boxes. The person who piled up sweet words like syrup in front of his mother must have such expectations.

However, the little mother will never be impressed by gifts or unintentional words. The bouquets that looked like fake flowers were immediately thrown into the trash, and the jewelry was given to Aunt May or her niece on the spot. If the father is for business, for the approval of the document committee, and then gets angry at home and throws things, then the little mother doesn't love anyone. Just like we often put paintings or sculptures in the hall as decorations, my mother just thinks that the peacock-like man is very pleasing to the eye; Asking those who were once born in the family of Zhong Ming Ding Shi to say some nice compliments is like inviting a musician to play. Only with such thoughts can I put up with those men, because I know that my mother only loves my father alone.

But sometimes I'm panicking too. If my mother's new favorite man appears here, marries my mother, and lives in this house, what will my brother and I do? Will Father take us away? If the court decides that the husband and wife are divorced and each child is one, what reason should I use to accept this person if I stay with my mother? Why should I call him Daddy? I don't want it! Even if my mom asks me to do it, even if he loves me like my own father, I definitely don't. I don't need anyone but my mother.

When I watched "Daughter of the Sea", I thought about whether the Little Mermaid ever wanted to kill the prince who betrayed her when she knew that the prince loved the princess more than herself. But if it's me, I must not be able to do anything to my mother. Even if that happens, I still love Mom more than anyone else. One day, I plucked up the courage to ask my mother.

"Mom, will you marry any guest and leave us?"

It was in the spring.

The weeping peaches of the garden have bloomed all over the branches.

It was a sunny day, but it was a cold morning.

My mother looked up at me with a look of surprise. On that day, my mother woke up very early, because the night before, I fell asleep on my mother's lap, and when I woke up, I found myself lying on my mother's bed. When I woke up, my mother was already up, and I heard my mother in the next room telling Aunt Mei to add some firewood to the fireplace in the living room.

"Is the bottom of the fireplace clean?"

"Yes, it's been cleaned."

Aunt May replied.

"Do you want to light the fire first?"

"No, no. I'll just do it myself. "

Because I was there, my mother felt that it was too dangerous to use the fireplace, so the rooms on the second floor were heated by electric heaters, but the rooms on the first floor used fireplaces all the time.

When I got up to freshen up, I saw my mother, who had just taken a shower in the morning and was wearing a blue batik lingerie over a bathrobe, leaning back on the sofa. The little mother's face looked extremely pale under the reflection of the color of her underwear. The face with the makeup removed looks so thin and haggard. It seems that there are also guests visiting today. I had a strange feeling as if my mom had broken the agreement. But if you think about it, my mother didn't agree with me yesterday. Just falling asleep in my mother's arms made me think that at least today for a day, we could be alone with the two of us.

I was so worried, and then the words didn't go through my brain, and hey, I wish I hadn't asked that question.

"Do you want a new father?"

My mother asked me with interest. I shook my head vigorously in a hurry.

"It's not!"

"Then why do you ask this question all of a sudden?"

Aunt Mei said......

Halfway through speaking, I realized that I seemed to be informing, so I hurriedly stopped my mouth and stood up.

At this time, my mother called me, "Come, come here." "

I hugged my mom the couch. I haven't hugged my mom for a long time, and my mom's body seems to have become smaller, and I feel a little confused. My mother gently combed my hair with her fingers, stroked my long neck, and said in a deep voice:

"Once the sea was hard to water, I will never fall in love with anyone again, and I will never marry anyone again. If you want to climb the high branches, you will be married long before you met your father. But I didn't. So, you don't have to worry at all. Aunt Mei said that it was useless. However, it makes you so worried, Aunt Mei really shouldn't scold her. "

"Why did my mom marry my dad?" I asked curiously.

My mother hesitated for a moment, as if she didn't know how to answer my question, and then put her mouth close to my ear, as if to tell me some great secret.

"Actually, I hate those stinky men."

"Hate it? ……"

It's incredible. Because, there are always so many well-dressed people who come to see my mother every day. But my mother seemed to have a misunderstanding of my surprised expression.

"I hate those stinky men. However, I want you so much, I want someone who can be hugged tightly like this, and my own child will be with me for a long time. But I can't have children alone, so only at that time, I need to rely on the power of men. "

"Mom, do you want to give birth to my brother and sister so much?"

"yes, think about it."

"But you don't want it now, do you?"

"Yes, I don't. Unless your brother promises you! "

"So, no matter what Aunt Mei says, you won't leave us, will you?" I want to cry.

"No, it won't."

Hearing this, I am already very satisfied. I buried my face in my mother's chest and inhaled her taste hard, hoping that I could just fall asleep. But my mother stroked my head and muttered:

"In this world, feudal etiquette and the inferiority of men and women make men conventionally dominate women, but women don't realize this. Or rather, the woman is just pretending not to know. Who says women are inferior to men? Hehe, those outspoken women, women who are aware of this and reject men, and women who refuse to tie themselves to a man, are all considered by society to be a disruption of order, so they are blamed and vilified. It's the same in any era. "

"Are you talking about yourself?"

"Yes, that's right."

I thought of my mother's "admirers" again. As soon as they saw their mother, they rushed to offer sweet words, but they looked at each other and laughed knowingly when there was no one else......

Is this what is called an "Oiran"? "

"Who said that?"

The little mother was not angry at all, but raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.

"I'm sorry——。"

I said hurriedly. I suddenly remembered that my mother was going to punish Aunt Mei. So in order not to startle the snake, I can't say that I listened to Aunt Mei.

"I'm sorry. Probably I saw it in a book. But I can't remember which book. "

"It's okay."

Mom touched my head, as if trying to reassure me.

"It must be a guest who says that to reach your ears. But now you know the true colors of the men around me. In the old days, Wang Xie Tang Qianyan flew into the homes of ordinary people, they didn't love me, but they were attracted by the sweet dream that maybe good luck would befall their heads, just like insects are attracted by flowers. They think self-righteously that I'm what they think I am, this kind of man, how can I possibly like that? But—"

The little mother sighed "whew".

"However, they can make me forget my worries."

"Does Mommy have so many troubles?"

"yes."

"I can't see it."

"When I'm with Xijun, I don't know where these troubles go."

So why not stay with me all the time? I couldn't help asking. If I could, my mother would definitely accompany me. The reason why she didn't do it must be that she couldn't.

"Then you don't want Dad, do you?"

Mom asked me again a question that surprised me.

"Even if your dad says he wants to live with you, don't you want it?"

How could such a thing be? I was shocked, although my father is also a member of the stinky man, and my mother clearly said that she doesn't like men, is my mother lying to me? Does Mom think I'll hate her if she tells me the truth? However, this does not at all be a reason to lie.

How would my mother react if she told me that she was going to marry one of them? I must be very angry. Even though I knew that this would make my little mother happy, I would never accept it. Although I don't like my mom to lie to me, I hate to hear things I don't like. But compared to my mother, I didn't have any attachment to my father, who was busy outside every day and came home full of alcohol, and never noticed my father.

"Not at all. I just need a little mom. And, I love this home too. I'm going to stay here with my mom all the time. "

"That's right, this home is yours."

Mom combed my hair with her hands.

"Don't worry. No matter what happens to me, I won't send you away. My possessions are yours, for you are my only little padded jacket. So, even if one day I disappear, don't worry. My soul will always stay in this home with you——。 "

At that time, I couldn't understand the meaning of my mother's words, but I thought that my mother's soft words were like a gentle lullaby. I lay on my mother's warm lap, felt the warmth of my mother's hand caressing my hair, and fell asleep.

I'm so happy.

Now I realize how childish my thoughts were, but at the time I always believed that this happiness would last forever.

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