Chapter 117: ** Love (6)

(6) My childhood

I never wrote about my childhood, dear Feng, and I always wrote this in vain. I didn't have a childhood. But, because of you, I've got a lot of memories of my childhood.

It's just that every time I write about my childhood, there will be a malfunction, and what I wrote yesterday disappeared, and the superficial fact is that the new computer is not set to automatically save for a minute, and the power here suddenly goes off, and it is lost. Actually, my ancestors were deliberately causing trouble, right?

Mr. Pei sold the computer that I wrote to the four of them, and he didn't want me to recall anything now, he just wanted me to forget about it.

If it weren't for you, I'd have cried with him. Those were tears all day and all night, flowing in vain. But when I think of you, it's like facing the sea, warm as spring.

My childhood was actually an autistic child, and I called my mother for the first time at the age of five and greeted the teacher for the first time at the age of 12.

I've been in the classroom on my own since I was one and a half years old, but by the age of five, I still wouldn't take off my pants and pee on my own, so I just sat in class and flowed in the classroom. Neither the teachers nor the students dared to laugh at me because my dad was the principal. Oh, don't think about this while eating, beware of choking.

I see, I'm the kind of child with autism who is particularly gifted, and my talent is to never forget the ten lines at a glance. I can read a book only twice as fast as I can turn the pages. The passages that need me to read will glow with golden light on their own. I just stopped, looked at it, and kept flipping. When I fell asleep at night, the words that glowed golden, along with the page numbers, would appear and I memorized them in quick hand.

During the day, I would recite it twice as fast as a normal person, as if I was talking to myself, talking crazy.

My mother never gave up on me and didn't give me the same pampering as an autistic child or an only child now. She arranged five or six things at the same time, and if I couldn't tell the priorities, she would scold me for being a green stake (toad) and stomp and jump, and she could do it faster than I did with my pants.

I like to eat by myself, and when someone else touches me with chopsticks, I feel nauseous and vomit, so my mother will give me the leftovers in her bowl every day and watch me eat with tears in my eyes.

It wasn't until I grabbed food from the floor in a dark room and ate it that I learned of my mother's painstaking efforts. I pinched the last of the dusty rice and put it in my mouth, then passed out again. I saw the fish mystery come to me. She said: If Huilan is like a king, she will never leave a cheap name for the ages.

It is the famous female poet of the Tang Dynasty, who wrote the fish mystery of "easy to ask for priceless treasures, rare to have a heart" when she was more than ten years old. It is said that after she got married, she did not abide by women's morals, and after she became a monk, she still had fornication with wild men in Taoist temples.

She said that she has liked Wen Tingyun since she was 15 years old, and has never loved anyone except him, including her husband Li Yi, and has never had an affair with anyone in her life except her husband Li Yi, including Wen Tingyun, who she only loves.

I hurriedly asked her: What is the matter with the green butterfly (green warp?), did you kill it?

At this time, I heard Feng saying: I can't write, you must live! No matter how long you have to say it......

Now, I hear my mom saying, "Don't write, don't write!"

I hear you say: I don't know what to say~~~~ I don't know how to speak. It's just a matter of seeing you happy. It's nice to be there for you.

Dear Feng, are you still there?-

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