love fairy tale

"Zhibao, why is it so early!" Mother Han stood up from the sofa, seeing the scars on her daughter's face, she was terrified: "Zhibao, you..."

"Mom, I didn't. I accidentally fell off the railing in exercise class today, and my face just hit the ground, so... um, do you think there will be a scar?" Han Zhibao deliberately moved his face to his mother before.

With tears in her eyes, Mother Han caressed her daughter's little face distressedly: "I can't eat soy sauce in the future. Otherwise, it will really leave scars."

"Ah—that would be miserable!"

Han's mother pulled Zhibao to sit on the sofa, and said earnestly, "Zhibao, stop reading, okay? Or change schools, mom can't watch you bleed all day long."

"Mom..." Zhibao held his mother's hand, hesitating whether to ask or not.

"Silly boy, what's wrong?"

ask!Hold it in your heart and you'll break down.Some things have to be figured out sooner or later, just tonight.Zhibao thought about it and asked, "I have something to ask you!"

"What?" Seeing Zhibao's hesitation, Mother Han encouraged her: "I have something to ask Mom."

"Did he already have a wife before dating you?"

"You..." Mother Han was taken aback, why would her daughter ask this question.Does she know something?Or have you seen Shang Dechang?For a moment, Mother Han didn't know how to answer her.She stood up and turned to leave.

Zhibao grabbed his mother and shouted, "Mom, answer me! Don't you?"

"Mom is tired, I don't want to talk."

"Mom, I've always been very proud, do you know? Among the students in the school, I am the poorest, but every time I enter the school, I hold my head high. Being poor means being poor, and I can't be looked down upon by others. I did as you said! Mom—I have never disgraced you because I know that I am just like them, a child with parents, but... only my father doesn't want me That's all..."

"Zhibao, I beg you, stop talking..." Mother Han begged.

"No—I want to say it." Zhibao stood up and said loudly in pain: "I must say it. I always thought that I was very noble, although I was very poor. But when I found out that Shang Dechang had someone better than me My son who is still older, what do you make me think! Mom—do you know how I feel in my heart? Can you understand?" Zhibao was so wronged, she had already lost her mind, and all the bitterness in her heart was poured into her head. I poured it over to my mother. "Mom, I'm in so much pain! My heart is really sore! My self-esteem, my pride, and my self-esteem have all become jokes and other people's jokes. What I worked so hard to build before Confidence and hope are so vulnerable, how will you let me live in the future—"

"It's mom who's sorry for you, you blame me! I'm sorry for you! Zhibao, forgive mom!" Han's mother was about to cry, the guilt for Zhibao burned her heart like a fire, and she was about to fail. down.

"Why did you give birth to me? I was doomed to be a mistake when I was born, why—" Zhibao let go of his mother and walked towards his room.She is tired.really tired.After entering the room, he closed the door firmly.Shut Mother Han who was chasing her out of the room.Mother Han leaned against the door, her eyes fixed on the front, and she just yelled: "Zhibao, I'm sorry for you! I'm sorry for you!" The door slid to the floor and passed out.

Zhibao lay on the crib, crying loudly.She wants to cry out all her grievances, maybe she will feel better after crying out.For so many years, she has never really cried happily. She once vowed not to cry again, and to use tears to explain the grievance and bullying she suffered.But today, she couldn't hold on any longer.Since she was a child, she has been arming herself. She wants to arm herself to be a strong, independent, and brave girl, but she has worked hard to this day, and everything has returned to its original state.She couldn't stand it, really couldn't stand it.She was defeated, defeated by this cruel fact that she could not tolerate.Her mother's silence made her more sure of the fact that she was an illegitimate daughter.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhibao finally got tired of crying.It was already dark, she got up from the bed and turned on the lamp on the table.In the mirror, her eyes were red and swollen, and the wound on her forehead was bleeding again because of crying, and there were bloodshot spots on the broken skin on her face.Zhibao took out a facial tissue and wiped it gently.The pain from the wound made Zhibao in the mirror frown.