My name is Jiang Yue'er. It is the pearl of Mom and Dad's palm.

As far back as a child, my father always wore that crisp uniform. He is very thin, but very capable, and no matter what he does, he is an acute son of efficiency, which may be the character he has cultivated in his military career. And my mother was always very busy, doing housework, cooking and washing clothes, and occasionally doing some needlework to support the family. I have the impression that my father is nowhere to be seen all day long, and he always acts in a hurry.

In the courtyard of the house, from time to time, people dressed strangely would come in and out, and what they did was nothing more than to ask questions and look at the east and west with a fierce look. But once I saw my father, I would run away in fear, feeling very proud, because my father was a deterrent and powerful person.

One day, I came home from school happily with a small windmill of colored paper in my left hand and a penny popsicle in my right hand. Eating cold swishing popsicles, walking on the path home from school step by step, there are some yellow and red background banners on the walls of the surrounding tiled houses, the words on those banners are difficult to read, very esoteric, because they have been hanging for too long and have fallen very thick dust, turning the corner, a few people wearing red five-pointed star hats on their heads are sticking something on the wall.

Walking to the door, I stopped. The wooden door of the courtyard was open, and his father's back was floating in front of him, his back was hunched, his brimmed hat fell to the side, and his baton was broken, and he looked reluctant to feel uncomfortable, and his left hand was on his stomach panting.

"Daddy...... Father! I called him, and he turned his face and wiped the corners of his mouth, the bruises on his face were clearly visible, the collar of his shirt was stamped with exaggerated footprints, and the sleeves were torn. He looked at me with a fierce gaze.

"Daddy......" I was stunned and didn't know what it was doing. His eyes were a little blurry, his mouth tasted salty tears, and the popsicle in his hand fell to the ground and fell into several pieces.

"Little ...... Moon...... Stay back...... Dad just fell, it's fine...... It's okay. He waved his hand, barely squeezing out an embarrassed smile, and then he turned his face away, sobbing a little, not wanting his daughter to see himself like this. In front of him stood two tall men, their eyes glazed with fierce eyes, and their hands carrying long, slender pipes the size of thumbs, dripping with bright red blood.

The man at the head had a white face and combed his hair separately, although he looked polite, but in essence he was out-and-out hideous, and he said: "What's the matter? Dead strips, stand up and fight with our brothers again. ”

"Wang Zongwei! Fight with you! The father's tone was extremely agitated, and his tone was full of murderous intent.

"Officer Jiang, you actually know that we are the famous "two kings" on the rivers and lakes, why don't you run for your life and die? Why are you so stubborn? You also know my Wang Zongfang's skills. The man named Wang Zongfang next to him gently squeezed the hose and smiled.

"Don't talk nonsense!"

That man is my father! Like a big tree, the figure that is not afraid of hardships and dangers has become manic and crazy at this time, as if it has changed its soul, and I can only shrink behind the telephone pole to watch everything that happens, and I can no longer hear any sound in my ears, it is my ears that automatically filter the screams of my father who was knocked to the ground again and again, and fall, stand up again, fall again, and stand up again, look at me from time to time, open my mouth and say something, I don't want to listen, I don't want to listen, my weak head is only left with buzzing and blank thoughts.

They beat the father's head on the ground again, and the blood flowed all over the yard, soaking the fallen leaves in bright and desolate colors, until they were tired, looked at their father's deformed head, whistled and laughed, and walked away without the slightest panic or fear.

I was still awake, but the whole world I saw became red and distorted. A voice was calling to me to see my father, and I didn't know whose voice it was. When I walked into the yard, I saw a black figure hanging from the trunk of the lonely tree, her body drooping, hanging there in an N shape, not moving. Is it Mom? Mom, Yue'er is coming home from school, this is the windmill that the teacher taught us to fold in today's handicraft class, give it to you? I pointed the spinning windmill at my mother in the tree, hoping that the shadow would reach out and catch it, and the world around me became more and more red, and in the end, all I could see was the red background, the black tree, the shadow on the tree, these scenes were strange, they were twisting, shaking, laughing, even the cool wind, it was black.

I lost both my parents