Chapter 1 My Uncle Has Always Disliked Me

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On the day I came back, my cousin tore it up in front of me.

My aunt pressed me hard: "Want to go out? You've got to lick my daughter for the rest of your life. ”

My own dad comforted my cousin and kicked me from time to time.

I curled my lips and watched the red light in the corner keep flashing.

Idiot.

I'll get you in the bureau a few more times.

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My aunt and uncle never liked me.

On the day my mother died, when I was led to the house by my uncle, she cried, made trouble, and hanged herself: "I worked hard at home for you, and this is how you did to me?" Are you worthy of our Lily? ”

And my cousin Lin Li was wearing a white dress, holding a rabbit doll in her arms, and her expression of wanting to cry or not hung on her face, like a pure little princess, which was in stark contrast to me.

Uncle ignored them and sent me to the room that had been prepared a long time ago.

When the door closed, I saw my cousin and aunt's expressions being the same.

The next morning, my aunt seemed to be a different person.

She hugged me gently and tenderly, and peeled an egg for me.

After eating, my uncle went on a business trip.

I know that raising two children is cheaper than raising one.

My uncle would peel eggs for me, but my uncle promised to transfer the house to her, and then go out to work to earn money for her.

Since then, I have rarely seen my uncle, and he has come and gone every time he comes home.

But he would always give me new clothes, and the few times he got together would always leave time to listen to me.

I have always reported good news and not bad news.

The new school is very good, my classmates are very good, my uncle is good to me, and my cousin is good......

Uncle is very happy, in order to earn more money, he has won several projects of the company, and he is so busy every day that he does not look for the north.

I was well taken care of and he was happy.

After a short reunion, my uncle left again, in fact, I think he stayed.

My cousin stood behind me and pushed me: "Cheap seed, what do you see?" That's my dad! ”

"Let me see what good stuff my dad has brought you? Give it all to me! ”

Just now, the uncle of the good wife and mother lit a cigarette: "Go, brush the bowl." ”

I stood up and nodded.

I'm just sending people under the fence, it's always good to help more, I should be diligent, otherwise my uncle and aunt will be unhappy, and the family will be unhappy.

In the dead of night, I would hide under the covers and cry.

I actually wanted to sue my uncle, but my aunt was not good at all, she took all my gifts and forced me to wear clothes that my cousin didn't want.

The new classmates heard my cousin say that I was a pug and hated me.

They all said that I had my own dad and robbed my sister's dad, so shameless.

Yes, I have a dad, it's just that he hates me.

One of the few memories I have, every time my parents are in the same frame, it ends in a fight.

Later, my mother committed suicide due to depression, and I cried out of breath while holding on to my mother's corpse.

My dad didn't look at my mom when he arrived, he pulled me up and slapped me hard.

"What do you cry and cry, if you die, you die."

"You're my seed, can I leave you alone?"

But he really didn't care about me, and that night he answered the phone and left me at the crematorium.

If my uncle hadn't come and brought me home, I'd have died long ago.

When my uncle wasn't at home, I was in charge of cooking, washing dishes, mopping floors, and watering flowers......

Once my uncle came back early to surprise us, and as soon as the door opened, I was kneeling on the ground to clean up the debris and wipe the floor.

Uncle's face sank suddenly.

"You just take care of her like that? Let her mop the floor? ”

My uncle quickly took me in his arms and saw that my hand was scratched by the splinters, and his eyes were red.

Uncle and aunt preemptively: "Your niece is used to me, I don't eat the food I worked so hard to make, and I still smash the bowl." ”

"If I don't teach her the rules of etiquette now, will she still have it when she grows up?"

My cousin cried at the right time: "Dad, I'm sorry, I should have stopped my sister from letting her break the bowl, but she fell too many times, I ......"

Is it true that my uncle asked me?

I looked at the expressions of the mother and daughter in front of me and nodded, suppressing my sour emotions, "I'm sorry uncle, I'm too willful." ”

When I went to bed at night, I heard my aunt and uncle crying in the master bedroom.

"Your niece still has such a big temper in her own family, and she will have it in the future?"

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