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The biggest doubt in Tang Xiaoyang's heart when he was young was why he was not loved by others?

The first doubts came from his mother, who was the only relative Tang Xiaoyang knew before the age of nine.

That is a thin and beautiful omega woman who spoils her body day after day.

Ever since Tang Xiaoyang could remember, that decent-looking room was always filled with alcohol and smoke, and there were always poured wine bottles, sticky liquor, and burnt cigarette butts on the ground.

Many years later, Tang Xiaoyang recalled those days, and the most fortunate thing was that the behavior that could be regarded as a complete negative case of fire protection did not actually burn the two of them to death.

Her mother was always lying on the edge of the bed, looking at the high-rise buildings outside the window.

So much so that when Tang Xiaoyang was 5.6 years old with a rich imagination, he was afraid every day whether his mother was dead.

Tang Xiaoyang learned to cook by himself very early, because it saves money.

In fact, they should not be short of money, but Tang Xiaoyang hated asking his mother for money.

Because at that time, the woman who was sly will change her normal behavior and become extremely sharp and mean.

"You just asked me for money? Where's your dad? Is your dad dead?"

"Bitch, you're a bastard, and I'm a bitch, so the two of us are going to be thrown here and die here!"

"Tang Xuan, why don't you take a look, look at how cheap your child is. Are you begging for food with me?"

In the end, women will always give her money, not much. No matter how frugal Tang Xiaoyang is, it will be spent before she is mentally prepared to be humiliated by a woman next time.

Maybe he is really a bad boy, otherwise why would even his mother hate him?

It's not that Tang Xiaoyang has never longed for her mother's love. When she starts school and sees the parents of other children in the kindergarten, she always feels envious and inferior in her heart.

It's nice that their parents will come to pick them up from school.

When they are bullied, they will have someone to support them, which is good.

It's nice to have colorful candies in their pockets.

When others have and they don't, people begin to doubt themselves.

Is there something wrong with me that makes my mother so ruthless to me?

Tang Xiaoyang studied harder than anyone, and then presented the first prize to his mother.

The little girl bowed her head and handed over the certificate like a confession.

But the soot dripping on his arm was hot, and he withdrew his hand.

Her mother sneered, pressing the cigarette in her hand to the place of Tang Xiaoyang's name on the certificate.

As if to erase some kind of mistake.

Tang Xiaoyang became more and more silent since then, because the lack of clothing and food caused by her unwillingness to ask for money made her body grow slowly, and her clothes were always worn and tense.

Such a person, in that fairly good school, naturally became the object of bantering and bantering by naive children.

They gave her all sorts of nasty nicknames, burst into giggles as she walked down the hallway, threw away her textbooks, and pulled her stool when she was asked questions in class.

The teacher will naturally take care of it, but a child whose parents don't even care about life and death, how can others cherish it?

The opportunity for change still came from her mother.

8-year-old Tang Xiaoyang learned to rummage through the trash cans in the school after class, and pick up cardboard boxes and bottles to make money.

She no longer cares about the unreasonable taunts of those strangers, but the only thing she doesn't want is to continue to be abused by her mother.

But that day, Tang Xiaoyang, who had been dragging his exhausted body home after working hard for several hours, was slapped heavily by his biological mother.

Tang Xiaoyang, who fell to the ground, was still humming in his head when the woman grabbed his neck.

"Where have you been?"

"You're leaving too, aren't you?"

"You can't go, you are mine!"

She heard the woman's beastly roar and felt like she was about to die.

The blurred vision saw the wine bottle on the side of his face. Tang Xiaoyang used all his strength to smash the bottle on the woman's back.

She could hit her head, but she didn't.

That was her mother after all.

The woman backed away in pain, looking at her with frantic and frightening eyes.

Tang Xiaoyang suddenly felt a kind of pleasure that he had never had before. With her counterattack against her mother, the shackles that bound her soul and felt humiliating seemed to disappear without a trace.

so be it, you don't

Love me, I am not rare.

As long as I don't care about you, I'm not the **** you call me.

At that moment, Tang Xiaoyang was completely desperate for his mother.

The short and thin girl stood up swayingly holding the bottle, and said coldly to the woman, "Go away, lunatic."

The woman was still cursing incessantly, but she only dared to slowly withdraw to the corner of the window.

The girl's eyes were so cold, as if she only took a step forward, the wine bottle would explode on her head.

The next day, Tang Xiaoyang went to school with the bottle.

When the laughter sounded again, she took out the bottle and slammed it on the ground, and the shattered glass cut her cheek.

But she remained expressionless, raised the sharp bottle, and slowly pointed at every laughing classmate.

Since you hate me, why should I live peacefully with you?

It took a long time for Tang Xiaoyang to understand where that inexplicable pleasure came from.

That was the joy she felt when she regained her dignity as a person.

If it cannot be equal anywhere else, it is equal in hating each other and hurting each other.

That would be at least fair, fairer than everything she'd been through growing up.

Her mother died in the winter when Tang Xiaoyang was 9 years old. When Tang Xiaoyang returned home from school, she saw the woman lying on the ground and the blood from her wrist had solidified.

The 9-year-old was stunned for a moment, then walked over to hold down the woman's wound and hit 120.

But in fact it was useless, she knew the moment she pressed her mother's arm.

It was a cold and rigid death intent that was different from any living creature.

Taking poison and cutting her wrists, the woman ended her scribbled life in a decisive way.

At the funeral, Tang Xiaoyang did not shed a single tear.

She doesn't hate her mother anymore, because she thinks she's pitiful too.

But at the same time, she couldn't love her either.

If you hate him so much, don't give birth to me.

Giving birth to me, torturing me, didn't make you any happier, did it?

9-year-old Tang Xiaoyang met his father for the first time.

The beta man wore a delicate suit, his slightly bloated face was properly maintained, he looked at her with a tasteless look, and rubbed her head perfunctorily.

She came to the Tang family in this way. At that time, the Tang family already had an eldest lady, five years older than her, named Tang Mo.

Tang Mo's mother was a shrewd and capable omega, and her aura was completely different from her mother's. The way she looked at her was like looking at garbage picked up from somewhere.

But Tang Xiaoyang didn't care, she was used to other people's strange eyes.

Contrary to her mother, Tang Mo treats Tang Xiaoyang very well, always smiling and asking for help.

But Tang Xiaoyang didn't like her either.

Her childhood experience made Tang Xiaoyang particularly sensitive to the malice of others. She could clearly feel Tang Mo's aloof attitude and alms-like tone.

She was just a tool for Tang Mo to show that he was generous and sensible.

But since Tang Mo didn't mean to hurt her, Tang Xiaoyang didn't want to cause trouble.

She lives like a ghost in the Tang family, her parents don't care about her, and people think she doesn't exist, but she herself enjoys it.

Because at least she finally doesn't have to worry about living expenses.

The days went on like this, until the summer vacation at the age of ten, when the Mu family invited the Tang family to attend the 80th birthday banquet of the old grandfather of the Mu family.

The Tang family attaches great importance to this and started preparations early.

Originally, Tang Xiaoyang had nothing to do with this matter, but Tang Xuan heard that the old man of the Mu family likes children very much. At that time, Tang Xiaoyang had been raised in the Tang family for half a year, and there was some flesh on his face, and a pair of bright and black eyes, just cute. when.

Tang Xuan struggled for a moment, and finally decided to bring her.

For the first time in his life, Tang Xiaoyang put on an expensive evening dress and awkward high heels, feeling that he would not even be able to walk.

Tang Mo sneered at her who was uncomfortable: "Just sit there for a while and don't move."

Just sit there and don't move, it's enough to set off my sister's generosity and courtesy.

Tang Xiaoyang originally thought that the Tang family's villa was considered luxurious. After seeing the castle-like house of the Mu family, he realized that there is still a difference between the rich and the rich.

Tang Xuan's purpose of letting her come was easily achieved. The already confused old lady of the Mu family kindly touched her head and stuffed her with a lot of candy, which made the whole banquet atmosphere lively.

But her role ends there.

After a while, the tired old Mu family went back to rest. She sat on the sofa in the living room with Tang Mo, and the guests began to comment on her.

"Why doesn't this child even speak a word?"

"Well, after all, her mother is that kind of person, it's normal."

"Why is there such a big difference between being born by a father?"

"Yes, look at her sister, she can talk a lot. It is estimated that she will be the head of the Tang family in the future."

Tang Xiaoyang was holding candy in his hand and acted obediently as her sister's foil, until those people had chewed enough gossip, or maybe they felt that the child was boring like a mute, and gradually dispersed.

"I'm going to chat with Sister Mu, you just sit here, don't move, it's embarrassing to fall." Tang Mo smiled and got up and left.

After she left, the silent **** the sofa stood up and walked out slowly and laboriously.

There is a soft lawn outside the Mu family's castle. Tang Xiaoyang found a shady corner, threw the candy on the lawn, threw off his high heels, and sat down comfortably.

The chocolate turned into a mellow sweetness in her mouth, and the girl squinted her eyes, admiring the blue sky.

"Whose child are you?" A low-pitched girl with a little youthful vibe sounded from beside her.

Tang Xiaoyang turned his head in surprise, but saw a very young girl looking down at her with a smile.

The man was dressed in a simple white dress, tall and slender, like a white peony that was just blooming.

Her face was fair and immature, and she looked like she was not even in her twenties, but she had a pair of very rare light gray eyes, deep as if they were going to **** people in.

Tang Xiaoyang stared blankly at the girl in front of him, and the candy he just peeled fell on the ground unknowingly.

A word in capital and bold came to the girl's mind.

Immortal...sister?

The author has something to say: don't ask Sister Mu, your child.

Sister Mu uses her strength to show what it means to be good-looking and can really do whatever she wants.

Again ps: In the new year, I will show you the first encounter between the two. I originally wanted to write that Sister Mu woke up, but my hand speed was too slow (holding my head and squatting), I hope I can write it in the new year Hurry up.

Again ps: But I still have to comment, shameless. jpg