"I'm used to it, I've never had any friends." There seemed to be a hint of loneliness in He Xinyuan's eyes.

Lin Momo couldn't turn a blind eye to this loneliness, and at this moment, she suddenly felt that it was too unfair to her to look at He Xinyuan with colored glasses all the time.

Fang Zigui doesn't like He Xinyuan, maybe because of his brother. Bai Qingqing said that He Xinyuan's character is not good, but it is all from reading some gossip posts on the Internet, and she has never met He Xinyuan and has never gotten along with her.

These people have no contact with her at all, so how can they be qualified to say what kind of person she is? Perhaps, she is not such a person at all?

At this moment, Lin Momo suddenly wanted to finish this meal with her.

He Xinyuan ate a string of very spicy and spicy white hairy belly, smacked her mouth after eating, and reached out to get the cold beer on the side to drink, Lin Momo took away her beer, and then got up to get her a can of soy milk.

"Drink this, soy milk can relieve spiciness."

"You ......." He Xinyuan looked at Lin Momo in surprise, and was a little overjoyed in an instant, and actually stammered, "Thank you...... Thank you! ”

Lin Momo didn't respond, she didn't even understand why it was just an ordinary gesture for herself, and He Xinyuan had to look at her with this kind of "life-saving grace".

He Xinyuan seemed to feel that her overly excited performance had brought uneasiness to Lin Momo, so she retracted her gaze uneasily and ate two more bites of food.

"Actually, I also drifted from the north, from the southern city, I don't have any friends here who can make friends." He Xinyuan was eating, suddenly raised her head, and said to Lin Momo inexplicably.

Lin Momo thought for a while and comforted: "You may not have found it yet, as long as you are sincere to people, you will always have friends." ”

He Xinyuan nodded solemnly: "Then I am sincere to you, are you willing to be my friend?" ”

Lin Momo's movements were a little stiff for a moment..... Her heart is gentle enough, and she really wants to bring a touch of warmth to this sensitive, fragile girl who longs for friendship, but she feels that there is something strange about it.

After all, everyone else thinks that only people who are similar and have something in common will be together.

Seeing that she didn't speak, He Xinyuan withdrew her gaze again, lowered her head and smiled, as if with a hint of self-deprecation.

"I used to treat people with sincerity, but since I've been hurt again and again, I don't have sincerity." He Xinyuan suddenly began to tell Lin Momo her story to herself.

Lin Momo glanced up at her, lowered his head and ate the contents of the bowl without interrupting her.

He Xinyuan seemed to have acquiesced to it, so she began to continue: "I think a gentle girl like you, a girl who can express kindness to me, is a happy family, right?" Otherwise if, like me, in a ...... Growing up in an environment where there has never been love, then naturally you won't believe in love. ”

"You know what? My dad was a labor prisoner...... There is no such thing anymore, it is said that the labor camp has been abolished, and to put it simply, my dad was a prisoner. When I was young, my dad drove a truck to help people deliver goods, and my mom was a housewife. My mom is very gentle in my memory, every day when I come home from school, I can see my mom cooking, waiting for my dad to come back. ”

"When I was in the second grade of elementary school, one day I came home from school happily, thinking about what my mother would make dinner tonight, but halfway through, I heard a boy in the same class running to me and saying that my father had killed someone and killed my mother...... He must have complained, after all, as long as the parents of today's children are biological parents, they are all pampered and loved in the palm of their hands. But his parents didn't bother me later, probably because they thought I was too pitiful. ”

"I ran home as fast as I could, only to see several police cars parked in front of the house, my mother was gone, there was only a pool of blood on the ground, my dad was escorted into the car by the police, although I didn't know what happened, but at that time, I always felt that as long as my dad left, I would never see him again, so I ran over and beat the police, bit the policeman's thigh, crying and screaming for them to let go of my dad, the policeman who was beaten by me didn't speak, he didn't get angry, just quietly took my hand, and then pushed my dad into the car."

"I ran home alone and closed the door and cried, when it was dark, I heard the neighbor's aunt knock on the door and asked me if I was hungry or if I would go to her house for dinner, I deliberately lowered my crying, and the aunt thought I was asleep, so she sighed and left. Then I heard her in the yard of his house, talking to her husband while cooking, and said that she didn't expect my mother to hook up with a man every day at home, and that man was a clown who came to our town to stage a circus, and when they played the first scene, my mother took me to see it, and my mother told me that the clown painted a smile with the corners of his mouth raised, but the face behind the smile was not happy at all. The circus stayed in our town for two weeks, and I later learned that during those two weeks, the man came to our house every day when my dad was out to make deliveries and messed with my mom. ”

"On the day of the incident, my dad came home early, just bumped into them, and hacked the man to death with a knife, he was not willing to kill my mother, but when my mother was protecting the man, he slapped my mother and knocked my mother unconscious, and when I went home, the man and my mother were sent to the hospital, so I didn't see it." He Xinyuan said this, took another sip of cold beer, and then continued, "The story is very vulgar, isn't it? The cause of many unfortunate families is the same, the husband is busy with work and does not care about his wife, the wife feels lonely and goes to find someone who can warm her, and then misfortune happens. Later, my dad was sentenced to life and is still in prison. ”

"Later, when my mom came back after she recovered, she was a completely different person and never cooked for me again. For the first week, she lay in bed every day and wept, and when she was hungry, she would eat the yellow mud on the wall, and she would not move or bathe, but fortunately it was winter, otherwise it would stink...... Hehe...... That week, I survived with the care of my neighbor's aunt. In the second week, she started to cheer up, she was able to get out of bed, she cooked me a bowl of instant noodles, I ate it and went to school happily, I felt like our family had finally survived, as long as my mom continued to cook, my dad would come back......"

"After school that day, some classmates in the class laughed at me, saying that my father was a murderer and that he would squat in labor for the rest of his life, and I was so angry that I got into a fight with them. Several of them, boys and girls, beat me up and threw me on my stomach in the snow, and I was covered in mud and water. I came home late that day, when the house was dark, I saw my mother lying on the bed with her eyes open, not asleep, I wanted to go over and lie to me, saying that I was beaten today, and wanted my mother to take me in her arms and coax me to comfort me. But before I could speak, my mother said coldly, 'Dead girl, why didn't you die outside, you came back so late?' ’”

When He Xinyuan said this, she smiled bitterly, took a sip of beer, and then continued: "I really don't know, my mother has hated my dad to that point, and she even hates me because I was born to her and my dad." But at that time, my mother was the only relative in my world, and I didn't dare to make her angry, and I still wanted to seize this last trace of warmth. Every time I was beaten at school, I would put my clothes on the other side, go home, and when my mother fell asleep, I would go outside to fetch water to wash my clothes, and I was especially grateful to our well, which was warm even in winter...... It's also possible that my hands are too cold, so they feel warm. Usually after I wash my clothes, they won't dry the next day, I wear them to school, and the clothes that don't dry will have a very bad smell, have you smelled indifferent? I don't think you have smelled it. During that time, I went to school every day with this smell, and my classmates were far away from me, and they all called me a bed bug and a crawling up from a manure pit......"

"But even though I was so careful to maintain my relationship with my mother, my mother left the town the following spring, putting on her only dress, putting on some cheap cosmetics that she had bought in the county. She told the neighbor's aunt that she was going out to work, and asked the neighbor's aunt to bring me food every day, and she would give the neighbor's aunt money. The neighbor's aunt was still sympathetic to me at that time, so she agreed. ”

"In the first few months, my mother would send money back to the neighbor's aunt every month, and I lived at home alone, although I sometimes felt cold and lonely, but I was not starved to death. Then one day, the neighbor's aunt suddenly stopped bringing me food, I thought the neighbor's aunt forgot that night, and I didn't dare to ask, but the next day she still didn't come, I was hungry and cramping, I really couldn't help it, and I cheekily went to look for her. As a result, the neighbor's aunt looked disdainful, and she reluctantly squeezed out some hypocrisy, and said to me: 'Your mother hasn't paid back for two months, and our family is not related to you, and we can't always support you, right?' ’”

"I was very sensitive at that time, and I never went to my neighbor's aunt's house again. Later, I told the teacher about it, and the teacher helped me apply for free living in the school, and the food and accommodation were in the school, which was good, and I was the first to run back to the dormitory after school every day, and the dormitory manager was very strict, and no one scolded me casually and beat me. ”

"Since my mother is still alive, I can't be sent to an orphanage as an orphan, so I have been studying. When I was in junior high school, the teacher helped me apply again, and I got good grades at that time...... You didn't expect it, I used to be a good student. Because I was a good student, it was easy to apply, so all the expenses for my junior high school study, dormitory, and meals were supported by the school. However, I didn't expect that school bullying in junior high school was not at the same level as in elementary school......"

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