Mom once said that Dad is her hero, a hero who comes by storm, but I think that the difference between a hero and a bear is one word, who knows if the father who died early is a bear Of course, such a vulgar and evil taste, I dare not say it if I have a hundred guts, and I can only silently complain about my mother's opinion in the bottom of my heart.Later, I found out that my father, who died early and was born early, was a real hero, and a hero in my heart.I looked forward to every sea my dad walked through, longed to throw away my dancing shoes and change into a pair of rain boots, and stood on the big boat that occasionally creaked or two, shouting about the sea, I came and liked every tiptoe, but not because I wanted to dance, but I wanted to look at the distant ships and the blue whales that jumped out of the sea at that time.It's a pity that time doesn't lend me a pair of hands to hold me, and a brave heart that wants to drift.I'm here, I aspire to be like my father, walk through countless seas, and then build a sea of my own for myself.Since then, the pace has settled.I wrapped my arms around Arlo's neck, took the oranges he had peeled, and ate them in a good mood."
Na, the first time you saw me dance, were you shocked" I wiped the thin sweat that had just flowed from the dance, and picked up a petal of oranges he had peeled.Arlo glanced at me coldly, pursed his lips and replied reluctantly, "Well, it's quite decent." ”"It's so perfunctory," I put down my hand in disbelief, and lay on the sofa in a large font with my hand open.Arlo stopped talking, and ate the orange in silence, and the light in his eyes became dark again, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at this time."
Arlo, I asked my mom if I would keep jumping.But my mom said she wouldn't let me jump unless I died. ”I put my hands on the back of my head and quietly moved my gaze to the pale ceiling, "I hate to follow her thoughts, and I hate the words of resistance that came to my lips when I touched her grief. ”"It's not good, it's good to dance."
Arlo gave me a disapproving look, picked up an orange and began to peel it again.I laughed miserably, and my mind couldn't help but flash through my mind that I had danced the wrong step, and was beaten hard by my mother with a coat hanger: "Is it really good?"
"At least it's much stronger than the way I do nothing all day, isn't it, I, and then expect you to be famous, don't forget me." ”Arlo suddenly bent down and smiled maliciously, and said, "Lin Qi, let me tell you a secret. ”What is the secret Under my puzzled expression, Arlo slowly approached, grabbed my earlobe and put it on my chest, and a somewhat confused voice slowly sounded in my ears: "I, this won't be, that won't be, just a woman who sleeps cleanly." ”I blushed and pushed Arlo angrily, but he grabbed me, and when his hot lips came down, he pried my teeth open, and my mouth was immediately filled with the sweet and sour fruity smell of oranges.I was stunned and unresponsive, but my hand unconsciously hugged him.I felt a pair of cold hands reach in, causing my body to tense up instantly, and with a "click" Arlo gently unbuttoned the underwear that was clenching to his chest.I felt my body get hotter and hotter, and my breathing became heavier, and the door was kicked open unexpectedly with a sound of convulsions.Before I could see anyone clearly, I was picked up and thrown on the smooth floor with one hand, and it hurt and hurt.When I complained and looked at the comer, my heart couldn't help but chuckle and gradually panicked, I swallowed my saliva with difficulty, and only said after a while: "Mom" Mom glared at me fiercely, turned her head to stare at Arlo who was fully dressed, and scolded angrily: "What have you done to you bastard" Arlo chuckled disdainfully, clasped his hands into fists and looked calm and calm.I bit my swollen lip that was kissed by Arlo, clenched my fists and asked my mother: "Mom, how did you find here" My mother laughed, pointed to my nose and scolded angrily: "How did I find here, you shameless dead girl, you don't go home for a few days and fool around in the boy's house, I don't know the self-love check, is it that I didn't come, how long will you be shameless with this poor sour boy" I stared at my mother with round eyes and looked disdainful, and my mouth closed and finally didn't say anything.My mother looked coldly at my chest, and the disgust in her eyes became more obvious, as if she had seen a rat crossing the street: "Hmph, the shameless little slut Bai let me feed you, I knew you were so shameless, I should have lost you in the first place, and I would have been ashamed of my mother if I lived" I lowered my head silently, reached out and raised my collar, and buried the dazzling and hot mark into my clothes, as if as long as I did this, I would never be so ashamed.I couldn't see their expressions, but I saw my own numb and impotent faces, and the tears of pity made people want to be slapped down.Lin Qi, how cheap do you want to be She told me, I live to dance.She also said that it was a shame for her that I was alive.So what am I living for until now, there is no meaning in living for myself, I am not happy to live, who can be blamed for being just so unwilling, really unwilling, unwilling to forget it.I live in a world of stench and vulgarity, where no one can find the meaning of living for themselves.Day after day, the body with a clean torso has been rudely trampled by people who do not love itself for countless days and nights without a trace of tenderness.Even the soul that thought it was noble and elegant slowly decayed and stinked in the darkness, becoming a disgusting remnant.I hate, hate, but isn't this your own fault, what qualifications do you have to complain about others, I lost my mind, and kept thinking about why people want to live, why do people live so hard, I hope how much, in the short life that passes by my fingers, peace and joy, and years are worry-free.Later, I didn't listen to what my mother scolded, and I thought that those words must be hard to hear, but I was glad that I couldn't hear a sense of relief.Later, after my mother had enough of scolding, she grabbed me and left Arlo's house.During this period, Arlo didn't say a word or say a word from his mother's arrival, until I was dragged out of the house by my mother, he kept his mouth shut, and didn't say a word to excuse himself.I guess I'm really not as important as Xiang Qingtian.After being used as a pastime, you can kick it away at any time, and you can turn around and forget all about the company in the past without a trace of burden.Maybe it's worth stealing, that annoying thing has finally been taken away.You see, those things that are clear and clear, knowing that it was a complaint to Qingtian that called my mother, but he still preferred to wronged me and let me bear all the scolding and spitting words alone, to tolerate all her badness.Arlo, your Libra is fair and awe-inspiring, but weightless for the sake of a "sunny day" name, the scale of choice is forever pointed to her side.When I stepped out of the gate of the community, I turned my head greedily, and suddenly lost my words with mixed feelings in my heart.I saw a cigarette in his hand on one of the floors of the tall building, and his cold gaze hit me through the window.In the eyes that once made me obsessed and panicked, the usual playfulness and uninhibited were put away, and only the darkness was left and there was no edge in sight.As if sensing my greedy gaze, he gently hooked the corners of his mouth, pulling out a smile that seemed to be not a smile, and his eyes were cold and alienated without any temperature.My mother was still pulling me and scolding me for being shameless, but I lost my mind and began to despair like an ice cellar.I thought I had liked you for so many years, tolerated so much of your vexatiousness, silenced under your grumpy and vulgar words, and silently accompanied you when you were drunk thinking about other girls, and you remembered me well.I thought I had done so much for you, and I would be able to strip naked and ask for it if you wanted me, even if you had another name in your mouth, I could tell you with a smile and indifference, and everything would be fine.I don't want that much, I just want you to be able to pronounce my name seriously once and look at me affectionately from south to north again, then I will be content.It's just that when I had the last glimmer of hope, expecting you to have a second of reluctance, you stood in the distance and looked at me coldly, laughing at my incompetence towards you.Arlo, you're such a fucking bastard scum I've done so much for you, but it's not as good as a sunny day to hurt you and abuse you a thousand times.You hurt me disappreciatively because she liked you, and she disdained your liking because she liked you, saying that the other person was good in front of you.I like you, you like her, but she likes him, and he likes her, and she likes another him.It's like an infinite loop of π, and we always can't meet the right person and like the right thing.We are trapped in a vicious circle, and the longer the cycle lasts, the harder it is to get out of it, and once we are trapped in it, it will only get worse and worse.So, why are we living so bitterly and hard, the "bang" of the door is like the end of everything, I wandered around and then returned to the room where I did not see the light of day, and the dancing shoes hidden in the closet were taken out and put in."
From today onwards, I am not allowed to go out for half a step during the winter vacation, and I will practice dancing by myself," my mother's voice came through the high-quality door, as if I was announcing a crime under a death order, and I couldn't do anything after all.The old trees outside the window were still as bare as before, and the furnishings in the room were still the same, but I was so bored that I wanted to die.The mystery permeating the cold air always seeps into my flesh and skin all the time, making me feel inexplicably oppressed and suffocated.It's like an incompetent person trapped in a cage, not only a caged bird that obeys everything, but also a trapped beast trapped in a trap and without minions.The battle of the trapped beasts, I live or die.Caged birds that fly high in the day will eventually break their wings and never be able to fly again.Each of our children is a caged bird in the hands of their parents, who seems to yearn for liberation and flight, but forgets the original intention.Now, tell me why people live: