"Stupid, don't fly yet. The little crow flew in the middle of the sky in a messy manner, and when he saw Ah Zi coming out of the air, he hurriedly threw the stick in his mouth and the branch he grabbed on his feet at the handsome young master, and turned around and yelled at the stupid Ah Zi.

Stupid, don't know how to fly yet!

"Ahhhh

"Little one, come back, you come back!" Seeing that the beautiful bird followed the black crow away, the little young master stared at the big round eyes and roared fiercely.

It...... Deceitful!

Why did you leave if you said you wouldn't leave?

"Crow, where are we going?"

......

Hate one person, destroy one heart!

The fragile heart is so vulnerable, and sometimes it is so strong that everyone is amazed.

I hate, I don't hate the sky, I don't hate the earth, I hate only one person, but I can't say it.

People have many emotions, and they will end when they are released, but often there are people who don't let you end.

As a woman, I want to prove my strength and go to the end of the world with a sword!

But it often backfires, because I'm vulnerable, I'm vulnerable, and any casual difficulty can defeat me

Actually, before, I wasn't.

What changed me?

Was it my father's death, or did I become a supernumerary?

It's obviously a family, but it's reduced to a supernumerary?

Oh, ridiculous!

Sometimes I often feel that if the heart is not fleshy, how good it would be.

No pain, no sorrow, no sorrow!

No one knows the pain in their hearts, they only see the surface, yes, you are a girl, and your actions are wrong.

The grievances and hatred are overwhelming, and I am wondering, why is this me?

If you don't belong, you won't belong!

In fact, I have seen it through a long time, but I am in it, but I don't want to understand!

I'm vulnerable, I'm sensitive, I'm depressed, but so what, who cares?

No one, no one cares, they only care about their own memories, and I, just a wave in their life, is taken down by the waves, and there will be other waves.

No wonder people are selfish, because they are not selfish, and even those who love themselves in the end do not exist!

The topic comes back to the origin, why hate?

When I was young, I was beaten too much, and my memories almost dissipated!

But hating one person starts from a young age!

The grandfather had six children, five boys, and one girl, while the father was the third.

The hatred when I was a child was very simple, who bullied me and looked down on me!

I still don't understand why I am a relative, but I am more of an outsider than an outsider.

When adults see outsiders, they will say a few words of light and compliment, but they either ignore or reprimand the children of their relatives.

When I was young, it was a period of formation and fixation of a person's character, I had low self-esteem, cowardice, and didn't dare to speak out loud because the fourth uncle looked down on me!

Why care what he thinks?

One is because he is my father's dearest brother, and my father has a good relationship with him, and I want to make my father happy.

Second, among my father's brothers, he was the only one who made me feel kind.

Probably the higher the expectations, the greater the disappointment, when you do your best, but all you get is belittling or scolding one after another, and the hatred in your heart will become stronger and stronger.

The hatred of childhood is hidden in the bottom of the heart, and it is not until they grow up that they begin to take root.

Before, I didn't care about anyone's emotions because it had nothing to do with me, and I didn't care about anyone's opinions, because of my world, they didn't understand!

When did it change?

Oh, my father was seriously injured, and the fourth uncle informed me to take the car, and since then, the emotions have slowly changed.

For the uncle and the second master, the emotions are very indifferent, they love as much as they want, I don't care about their emotions, and even a little disgusted.

Because they always feel that they can do anything, and everyone else is stupid!

Hate, hate whom?

Fourth uncle!

Yes, the man who once admired me, but now makes me not even want to look at it and not even want to speak!

Because of him, I cried many times, and the grievances were like water in a sponge, squeezing more and more until I could no longer hold anything.

Why do you hate so much?

Of course, there are reasons, such as:

I was playing with my nephew and it suddenly grabbed me by the hair while I pinched the flesh of his arm.

Who's at fault?

It's all wrong, as soon as he lets go, I let go, but I let go, but he doesn't.

Do I have to be wronged and coaxed a little bit?

Yes, coax, but can't, is it necessary to be violent, to pull the hair out of his hands.

Well, dragged, nephew cried!

So I was seen by the fourth uncle, he looked at me with contempt in his eyes, and said how old are you, why are you still messing with children, I didn't hear him crying, why are you so ignorant?

Oh, I'm not sensible, okay!

Pulling my hair out of my nephew's hand, I walked away without looking back.

Which one is next?

Oh, by the way, it was one morning, I got up happily and glanced at the kitchen, where the meal was not yet cooked.

Thinking that it would take a long time to eat, my skin has been very dry in the past two days, and I need to hydrate my face, so I put on a mask.

After applying the mask, I found that the garbage was full, so I went out with the full garbage to dump it, but I was afraid that my family would find out that I had a mask on my face, so I deliberately covered my face.

Why?

Because in the eyes of my family, wearing a mask and buying cosmetics is a waste of money, but I use the money I earn to sprinkle it on my face, is there anything wrong?

With a black mask on his face, he arrived at the trash can with the garbage in his hand, and as soon as the garbage was thrown away, he turned his head and saw the fourth uncle coming from the other side of the tree.

I was a little embarrassed (and later found out that it was just me), so I silently turned around and walked home.

Unexpectedly, the fourth uncle suddenly said a word, he said disdainfully and sarcastically, what did he do on his face, it was like a ghost drawing!

The good mood in the morning instantly dropped to a low point, in fact, this sentence is nothing, but the problem is the attitude, disdain and sarcasm, and the tone is so disgusting and disgusting.

Adhering to the good quality, I didn't say a word, just left with an indifferent face, and my mood fluctuated slightly, and gradually calmed down.

When does the hatred deepen?

Yes, at this moment, I am writing words, and my heart is full of hatred.

What is the reason?

Or me and my nephew!

I went to pick up bricks for the chickens at home, but my nephew suddenly threw a particularly heavy hammer on my feet, which hurt me so much that I grinned.

It hurts a lot, I turned my head and saw my nephew smiling all over his face, without any remorse, and even made a speech to provoke me, so I threw down the brick and limped after him.

He ran very fast, ran into someone else's vegetable patch, stepped on a lot of cabbage, I chased more urgently, there was only one thought in my heart, pull him out, can't step on other people's vegetables.

Oh, he happened to be seen by the fourth uncle again, and he reprimanded him with disgust: "What are you chasing him for? Even if you catch up, can you still teach him a lesson?

Is it my fault?

Was it my fault that I was smashed?

He doesn't care if he steps on other people's dishes?

Speaking of which, I sincerely admired myself, broad-minded, and very polite, because I didn't say a word, just let go of my nephew and went upstairs.

Then I cried a lot and wrote this article in tears.

I don't want to say anything big, I just feel wronged, the heart is the human heart, it is hot and hot, but it will also be cold, if it is cold, I am afraid that it will not be hot anymore!

Originally, I didn't want to write it, because of this book, I just wanted to write a story, a story in my heart, but then I found that as long as it is a story, I can write it.

And the story of this chapter is called this hatred endlessly, and the protagonist is me, the so-called author!

People are hot, hate!

The heart is cold and thin.

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