The sky was blue, and there was not a single white cloud wandering.A delicate mother came to the door of the bakery with a beautiful girl, and spoke softly to her daughter with that smiling and motherly smile.The little girl ate the little bread with a happy face.And the little girl was carrying a small, white, fluffy backpack.At a young age, she also knew that too many things had happened at home in one day today, no matter what others said or scolded her, her mother was the best mother in the world."
Mom, why are you crying, don't cry, don't cry, everything will be fine."
The little girl looked up at the crystal dripping from her mother's eyes, and gently patted her mother's back with that sweet voice and with that little hand.As a young woman, she tried to say in a comforting tone."
Mom didn't cry, Mom was just happy, and the jasmine in our family has grown up."
When my mother saw Jasmine, who was a little ghost, she laughed out loud, and the troubles in her heart disappeared, and she wanted to live well for Jasmine."
Yes, this kind of mother is the most beautiful."
The little girl finally relaxed her brow and said happily."
Jasmine, Mommy I'm sorry for you, are you hungry?"
Mom touched the top of her soft hair and looked at the most peaceful place in the sky, where was the foothold of their mother and son?"
With my mother, I'm not hungry!"
Little Jasmine covered her stomach with her hands, trying not to make it scream.In fact, she knows a lot of things, I remember a person said that children from single-parent families will quickly protect their 'self', and at the same time, their 'superego' and 'ego' will be more powerful than ordinary children.Today is the funeral of Jasmine's biological father, their family does not allow Jasmine and her mother to enter their family tree, take everything that belongs to them, they resist, struggle, but to no avail.She didn't think about taking away any of their family's money, she just wanted to get back the memories that belonged to them, the photos of them together, and that's it.Jasmine would also be angry at how she didn't grow up sooner, so that she could protect her weak mother and defend the only memories that belonged to them.These 'superego' and 'id' children will be more talented than the average child."
Jasmine."
The woman stroked Jasmine's head with pity.I knew she was hungry, but I didn't want to worry the mother."
Jasmine, you wait for me here, I'll buy something for you to eat," the mother had no money on her, and she thought: I have to find something for myself to eat.Even if you are a beggar, you still ask others for something to eat.Then I added, "Remember, Mom will be back soon" Since that incident, Mom has been unemployed, and no unit will accept her.Could it be that their mother and daughter could only starve to death on the streets?"
Hmm!"
Jasmine answered, and sat there motionlessly, no one could go with them.The mother hurriedly ran away, looking behind her with anxiety as she ran.Mom ran a lot of branches in the capital, many shops, but still no one paid attention to her.And she didn't lose heart, she knew that her daughter was waiting for her, asking for handouts and looking for a job everywhere."
Please, I need this job very much, please, my daughter is waiting for me" the woman begged bitterly, "Go, go away, we don't need a 'talent' like you" The man with thick eyebrows, strong children, and no sympathy at all.Once again, women were struck.Dusk with fiery clouds.She secretly cried, no, she had to cheer up, Jasmine was still waiting for her."......" suddenly appeared with a kind hand and gently patted the woman's back."......"
The woman turned and saw a kind old man.The old man handed the woman two rice balls."
If you don't mind, come and work in my restaurant" "Thank you" The woman hurried towards the door of the bakery again, she almost cried with joy, she forgot to cross the street to take the banma line......
"Ah. ”The cry broke through the sky, and they were not reconciled, and they had not taken care of their daughter."
Ka'" shattered the car, but because the impact was too great, it was delivered to the hospital door and was broken.Before his death, he still forgot to remember "my daughter...
In front of the bakery...
It's called Mo...
Please" mouthfuls of blood hugged his throat......
The middle-aged man who was clung to it also agreed to her."
Mom, you've worked hard."
Little Jasmine said very slowly, trying to be as strong as possible not to let tears flow, the more so, the more she whimpered, and her speech was intermittent.The middle-aged man was a good man.Do the morality of the society and bury Jasmine's mother.On the cold stone tablet is the last posthumous photo of Jasmine's mother."
Uh...
Jasmine, I can't support you anymore, I've already adopted 2 daughters, and I have a daughter myself, I'm sorry," the middle-aged man recounted his pain."
Well, I know, it's okay uncle."
Jasmine nodded obediently, her eyes kept looking at the flowers on the side of the road, and she didn't cry or make a fuss, and she kicked a small stone on her feet.The next day a middle-aged man came to the entrance of the College of Notre Dame with a beautiful little girl, and there were many children there, all of whom looked at her curiously, some excited, some indifferent, squeaking about the new little girl.A nun came over, they were talking something, and then the middle-aged man was gone, leaving only little Jasmine, standing quietly.Jasmine still doesn't say a word, and the nuns are baptizing little Jasmine.After many days like this, little Jasmine never said a word every day.Stay in the same place every day in a daze.This is still true today.Little Jasmine stood on the rooftop of Notre Dame College, looking at this multilateral world and weeping, a drop of crystal liquid dripping indulgently.Dripped on a smooth little hand, it should be said that it was a smooth little hand to catch the lost tears."
Uh...
What's your name?"
a naïve little boy suddenly appeared, and Jasmine was stunned by him, looking at him dumbfounded, forgetting the tears she was about to shed."......" is the scene after that, and almost wherever there is jasmine, there will be the figure of the little boy."
Why are you crying, ugly duckling?"
The little boy has been chasing after him, how persistent he is about such a question, asking this question for days in a row, when eating, when sleeping, when reading, when going to class, it can really be said that it exists all the time.Jasmine stared at him for many days and finally responded, glaring at him: "Why do you call me an ugly duckling, it's ugly to death." ”"Because I'll protect you, 'Ugly Duckling,' and because I'm your prince.The ugly duckling is actually a couple with the prince, Sister Mart said. ”The little prince said to her with a serious face."
Hmm."
Jasmine finally smiled, and smiled brightly.He was like a bright sunshine, warming her wounded heart."
Hahaha, you're finally smiling."
The little boy smiled even brighter.Feel the flow of time, in this season when the fragrance of flowers fills the sky, all the scenes are as brilliant as summer flowers, the overlap of light and shadow, and the dazzling sunlight illuminates everything clearly and transparently.