falling angel

Chapter 2

Xiao Yao, that's my real name.Xiao is my father's surname, Xiao Zicheng.

The city where I was born is called Mo.Jasmine's Jasmine.The Mo in her childhood and the Chu now are like two completely different dreams.The former falls in my childhood memory that will never come back, and the latter makes me fall in its memory forever.

In my memory, the four seasons of Mocheng are decorated with flowers and trees, the cherry blossoms in spring are brilliant; the gardenias in summer are pure; the maple leaves in autumn are hot; the plum blossoms in winter are noble.At that time, I was like a blessed princess, growing up flamboyantly under the care of my father and mother.

Every June, gardenias are in full bloom.People in the downtown area are busy on the way to and from get off work, and they are not in the mood to pay attention to the blooming and falling of flowers. They are allowed to wither and scatter all over the place, and then they will be crushed to pieces by passing vehicles and wiped out.

And my family lives on Xishui Road—a road section that is almost insulated from the world, where the richest people in the city live, surrounded by mountains and rivers, and it is so beautiful.I didn't know that living in Xishuilu was something to be proud of, but I just liked walking home during the cherry blossom and gardenia season.Even though my father asked the driver to pick me up, I still clamored to get out of the car when I arrived at the intersection of Xishui, and ran in the rain of falling leaves, picking up a skirt of pink and white petals, putting them in books, and making them into dried flowers.That was pretty much all the fun I had as a kid.

In the eyes of many people, I am a lucky one.There is a rich father and a gentle mother. From the first day of birth, she has no worries about food and clothing.They sent me to the best kindergarten to receive the best education, from piano to violin, from traditional Chinese painting to abstract painting, whatever they could think of and what I was interested in, they let me learn.I also used to think that I was the happiest child in the world, just like a princess in a fairy tale.And my princess age didn't last long.Everything changed when my grandparents made a surprise visit when I was six years old.

The father's estate is said to have been passed down from the grandfather.After my father started the business, my grandparents immigrated to Canada.

Dad's 35th birthday, mom bought red wine, roses, ordered a cake, and cooked a table of sumptuous dishes by herself as usual.My mother and I waited for my father to come home at home until it was getting dark.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, the food was almost cold, and my mother was just about to get up to call my father when my father's car horn rang.So I ran wildly and rushed to the garden to meet my late father.What I saw was my father and two strange old people.

"Who are they?" I pointed behind my father, and displeasure appeared on the old man's face.

Dad also had a serious expression and lost his gentle appearance in the past. He said to me:
"They are your grandpa and grandma, go and say hello to grandpa and grandma." I don't know whether it was because I was afraid of strangers, or because of the intimidation of my father's expression and language, I called out timidly: "Grandpa, grandma."

Grandma frowned, gave me a disgusted look, and then said to Dad: "This child is neither like Dad nor Mom. He is crazy, with wicked eyes. You and Xiao Mo should consider having a second child as soon as possible. Give us a second child." The Xiao family is cultivating successors!"

"Mom! What are you talking about?"

"What? Is what Mom said wrong? Mom is the only son like you!"

"Then you can't either..."

……


I was stunned, and stood there in a daze, looking at the backs of my father and grandparents, and stood in a daze.I don't know how I got back to the dining table, and how I finished the meal with those two old people whom I called grandparents.I just remember that when I took a shower at night, I stood in front of the full-length mirror, and for the first time, I seriously examined my appearance.

I am indeed not a pretty girl, my eyes are thin and long, slightly flamboyant, a bit like a fox; my nose is small and playful, not very high; the only thing worth admiring is those little red lips, Unfortunately, it seemed thicker again.Don't I look like my parents?In the living room, study room, and dining room at home, there are photos of my parents when they got married:

Dad was wearing a black dress and a neat tie, with a princely smile on his face; while mother, wearing a snow-white wedding dress, leaned against him softly and reservedly.They are like the prince and princess in a fairy tale, a natural match.And I have neither my father's straight nose nor my mother's big eyes.I'm really not like them.

Am I their child?


The next day, the grandparents boarded a plane and flew back to Canada.When I got home, I couldn't help asking my mother, "Am I the child you picked up?"

My mother was taken aback for a moment, then exchanged glances with my father, smiled and said to me: "Of course not, you are a child born to my mother."

Then mother continued: "Mom will give you another brother, okay? Yaoyao won't be lonely anymore."


I jumped up from the sofa and screamed to my mother like a stubborn child, "No! Yaoyao doesn't want my brother!"

I sat on the ground and wailed: "Yaoyao doesn't want a younger brother! Don't! Never!"

Dad slapped me across the face:

"enough!"

I raised my little face with tears in surprise, and looked at my father who had always loved me in disbelief: he actually hit me.

Dad also seemed to be taken aback by his actions. He came over and wanted to touch my face, but I jumped up and ran back to the room, locked the door,

That night, I had my first nightmare:

I walked through a long and narrow forest path, and heard melodious music coming from a distance.I followed the sound of the music and kept walking until a white castle appeared in front of me.I can see that in the castle, the prince and princess danced to their heart's content, turning and turning, just like the ending of all fairy tales, it is perfect.So I walked into the castle, and none of the guards reached out to stop me.Just when I was about to see the faces of the prince and princess, a witch riding a broom appeared, and she yelled at me: "You little elf with evil eyebrows and eyes, get out! Get out!" So, I exclaimed from my dream Waking up, looking at the vanity mirror opposite the bed, unable to fall asleep again.This dream reappeared for the next three days, until I finally saw the faces of the prince and princess—they were my father and mother, and the witch, she was my grandmother.

This dream, hidden in my childhood memories, did not tell anyone.Because I was really scared, my parents suddenly told me one day: I am not their child.I was even more afraid that my parents would really give birth to a younger brother for me, and they would no longer want me.I was like a child without a father or a mother in all the stories I have heard, wandering around alone.

Since then, I have become a weird kid.I would often have weird dreams and then wake up from them in the middle of the night; When people mention my appearance, I am very irritable and restless.No one knew why, but I was sensitive to the fact that my parents, and all the people around me, had changed.


They no longer call me baby, but sternly order me to be a lady; they will lock the door of the bedroom when they are sleeping-I know they are brewing a conspiracy, a future The plot of how I got kicked out - a plot that my grandparents entrusted to them.


When I saw my mother's belly getting bigger and bigger, I realized that my nightmare was about to become a reality.

(End of this chapter)