I lived in a happy and unhappy family, and my mother was very gentle and always told me funny stories, she said that there was a horse with wings on the moon..." Luo Jing was writing a diary in his childhood, but a pair of hands slapped Luo Jing's shoulder.

"What is our Luo Jing writing?" The person who came was Luo Jing's mother, she was very beautiful, and her face was always full of happy smiles.

"I'm writing today's diary." Luo Jing replied: "It's still a little close, and I'll finish it soon." ”

"I'm done writing and go to bed, there's a new story today." Mom said to Luo Jing with a smile, her eyes bent into a black crescent.

Hearing that there was a story, Luo Jing hurriedly finished writing his diary, took his mother's hand and returned to his room. In the room, Yongjie was already waiting for them.

Yongjie is Luo Jing's younger brother, a beautiful little boy brought back by his mother, with the same black hair and dark eyes as his mother.

"Mom." Seeing his mother, Yongjie opened his hands and threw himself into his mother's arms, like Luo Jing, they all love their mother.

"Good Yongjie." Mom hugged Yongjie to the bed, then picked up Luo Jing and put him next to Yongjie. Then he took out the book that had been prepared a long time ago and turned to one of the pages: "Today's story is about an old wolf..."

My mother's stories are always so wonderful, listening to the stories in my mother's arms is my best and best memory, I really want to be happy at that time can be maintained forever.

But it wasn't until that man came back and broke it all.

'Bang', a hand opened the door heavily, it was Dad back, in my impression, Daddy's temper is always so big.

"Old girl, come out quickly..." Dad was drunk and broke into our room: "What are you doing here?" ”

"Tell a story to your child." Mom looked at Dad, and the tone was very gentle, she was always so gentle. My brother and I curled up in fear under the covers.

"What other stories to tell?" Dad looked angry: "They all said that they were going to wake me up at seven o'clock in the morning, and there was an important customer to receive, why didn't you call me?" ”

Actually, my mom called me when I was in school, but my dad didn't get up, he was always like this, he liked to put the blame on others. Mom ignored him and flipped to the next page, as if she already knew what Dad was going to do next, but before that, she wanted to finish the story.

And Dad couldn't wait any longer, he couldn't suppress his anger. Whenever the temper comes up, there is always something to fight.

He grabbed his mother and threw her to the ground. My brother quickly covered my eyes, he was always afraid of what I saw, but I knew it very well.

Mom was thrown to the ground by her father, and then dragged to a nearby room, followed by the sound of heavy fists falling on her body. But my mother never made a sound.

After my father and mother left the room, my brother would take me by the hand and run out of the building and onto the road. Follow the road to grandma's house.

My impression of my grandmother was a very kind old lady, and every time we sneaked over at night, she would always open the door and let us lie on her bed, cover us with a warm quilt, and hold us until the next day when my mother took us home.

Today was no exception, my brother took my hand and walked in the direction of my grandmother's house in the moonlight. The road was dark, with large deep ravines on both sides, and the sounds of animals from time to time.

I was scared, it was cold, and I was shivering. My brother sensed that I was trembling and started talking loudly in front of me.

"Sister, do you remember the story your mother told before? There was once a big bad wolf, he was chased by hunters, trying to find a place to hide, and then he jumped into a cave. With that, my brother let go of my hands, disguised himself as the big bad wolf in the story, put his two hands on his head as ears, and squatted on the ground.

I was amused by his appearance: "Brother, it's a big bad wolf, not a rabbit, and the big bad wolf has no ears." ”

"Yes." The younger brother said more vigorously: "I heard my mother say that the big bad wolf has ears, and it is long, and it is still gray. ”

"Okay, okay, I don't want that. You go on to say. "I put my hand in my clothes, it was cold outside, and my brother's face was red from the cold. But as if he didn't feel it, he cried out on the road, "That big bad wolf, running and running, hid in a cave." ”

With that, he jumped forward again, but this time, he really disappeared.

I looked at him and jumped into the big ditch next to the road, which was three or four meters deep. I was standing on the road and didn't know what to do. Just stunned and walked to the side of the deep ditch, the black below, looming, there was the outline of the younger brother's black black.

I don't have a cell phone, I can't get off, and I don't dare to go home. I could only continue to move forward and walked to my grandmother's house.

Grandma sat at the door, as if she had known we were coming, with her cane on the ground, as if it were a lifesaver for me.

Grandma knew everything when she saw that I was the only one, and she carried me to the warm big bed. He put on thick clothes, kissed me on the forehead, and walked out of the room.

That night, I fell asleep in a daze. Grandma didn't come back until a long time later, and behind her was a guilty dad who cried the first time I saw him.

As they all hid it from me, I knew that my brother had died because of me. I often wonder if I had gone down or asked him to be careful of the cliff next to him. Will he not die?

After that, I lived with my grandmother, and my mother never came to pick me up. When I grew up, I realized that my father beat my mother too hard that night, and my mother felt a little unwell the next day. I heard that my brother fell off a cliff, and he couldn't accept it for a while, so he died.

That's how I lost two people who loved me the most. But I still think of them from time to time, one always nice to me, and the other always smiling at me. I'm afraid to let me know how bad this world is, and always leave the loveliest to me.