Chapter 672: Fraudulent Love (31)

Blue Mandala: Trick Love

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Mom also said something that still haunts me to this day, she said: There must be something between you and -Second, and I can't blame him for quarreling with his father......

I thought it was nothing, but then I heard that he had visited my younger siblings, and that my younger brother had drunk with him when he was in a teacher's college...... It seems that there must be something.

I remember the last time I saw him was during a college vacation, and I was walking down the street with my parents, and when I looked back at them, I saw them talking to them from afar. I didn't move, and when they said goodbye and walked on, I heard my parents say, "This child is really kind, and he is completely different from his parents."

Of course it's different, I thought to myself, it wasn't his own father.

I don't know if I melt into the trunk of the tree when I lean against the tree and read, why people ignore my existence and let me hear so many secrets, in fact, I don't want to eavesdrop, and if I ask my mother if it's true, I'll only be beaten up by her and tell me to shut up and never tell it.

I don't know if those secrets are true, just as I still can't tell the difference between slander and exposure, and I still embarrass me on the spot. Because I was beaten by my mother when I was a child, I knew that as long as I handed over the audio and video recordings, I couldn't say a word, because what I saw and heard may not be the truth, and I didn't need to make judgments as a woman, maybe this is the reason why I can live to this day.

When I was in elementary school, I used a delicate notebook to make class notes, and he brought it to me and asked me to copy it for him, and other female classmates grabbed it and copied it for him. He himself always didn't listen to the class, making a mess of the class records, the boys were naughty with him, and the teacher was so angry that he vomited blood.

One day in the middle of the night, my mother woke me up from my sleep, asked me to put on my clothes, and showed me to read a book under the lamp, and my mother said: He is not a genius who can get good grades without studying.

After that, I felt that he didn't want my words to stay in his notebook, but wanted to distract me and make my grades drop so that I could show his cleverness even more, so I stopped paying attention to him.

His father and my mom quarreled to help his mom get ahead. Because my mother didn't keep the receipt, her mother asked my mother to pay it again when she had a few dozen yuan. Originally, I thought it was my mother's fault, after all, it was useless to say that I couldn't take it, so I could only consider myself unlucky, and because his father was willing to stand up for his own woman, I also envied me (my father has always only calmed things), but when I really listened to them scolding the street one by one, I completely lost my rational judgment in my heart.

Then one day I had a fight with him in the classroom, and poured out all my mother's swearing, and then I hid away completely and completely, and didn't bother to say a word.

Usually, people who have seen my mother beat me are regarded as enemies by me. Because they have witnessed my pitiful appearance and made me ashamed, they must not be future friends and bring back my painful memories, and I must avoid them.

It's a pity, last year, my mother raised her slap and was about to beat me in front of my husband, but fortunately I escaped quickly, and my husband was panicked when he stopped him and said, "You can't hit her, you can't hit her". Because even if I don't run away for my children, I don't live in the house where I have been beaten, and now we have nowhere to move.