The real daughter, she is a Buddhist boss

I envy them that they are loved by their parents, and that they can do what they should do at the right age.

And at her young age, she will be forced to grow up; to bear all the things that were not her responsibility.

Reason and desire are entangled, she stands in the middle of the crossroads, and suddenly finds herself lost.

"The past is an extremely important part of your life. Without the past, you would not be who you are today."

She looked down at Xiao Meng Yu who was holding the piano score and weeping silently, her voice was slow, "The past is important, and it doesn't matter. If you can let go of yourself, then why not do it."

If you have been silent in pain and tortured each other with the past, what is the meaning of surviving?
Is it to be a living tombstone?
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There was a lot of voices, laughing at Yan Yan.

The toddler, less than half a meter tall, held his mother's hand and ate his mouth full of chocolates; the two small bags on his head looked like little butterflies, as if he was about to spread his wings in the next second.

The little boy she met hid behind his mother, carefully looking at the chocolate in her hand, his eyes full of longing.

The little girl who was holding her mother's hand found out, and turned her head with her mouth pouted, and walked straight to him without even looking at him extraneously.

"Wow - Mom, I want to eat too..."

The sound of crying and howling instantly resounded through the snack station. Professor Hua paid the money silently and took two steps back, away from the crime center.

"Teacher Shi." Seeing that the boy's mother had no plans to buy it for him, Meng Yu saw the child crying, her heart softened, and she asked her teacher in a low voice, "Otherwise, I'll buy one for him."

She glanced at the clearly marked price on it, gritted her teeth, "It's not expensive anyway."

——not expensive? 58 a copy is really not expensive.

However, Professor Hua is obviously hard-hearted.

Glancing at the mother who was holding the boy by the ear and teaching him a lesson, Hua Wei looked away lightly, "Xiaoyu, I remember I told you that not everyone wants to be a virgin."

Yu Zhaokang is like this, and so is the little boy in front of him.

Even if she works part-time for a day, she may not be able to earn the money for this piece of chocolate. Now that she is using it as a favor, does she really feel worthy of her hard work?
Such self-sacrifice will only touch oneself, not anyone else.

"But he was crying..."

Meng Yu was still a little hesitant, and when she was about to take out her phone to buy a copy, another young lady took a step forward.

The girl obviously came to play with her friends, and the little skirt she was wearing was similar to that of the friends beside her.

Meng Yu watched as she knelt down and handed the strawberry cake she just bought to the crying little boy; with a gentle smile on her face, "Little friend, don't cry, sister will eat this for you, look, red The red Santa Claus is not cute."

What a picture of love and harmony.

But the next second,
Snapped--

"Mom! I don't want this, I want to eat her chocolate!"

Within a second of getting it, the little boy slammed the cake onto the ground!
The naive Strawberry Santa Claus was thrown on the ground and smashed completely, and the cream mixed with Oreo pieces turned into an indescribable lump.

88 servings of strawberry cake were smashed without taking a bite.

The young lady was obviously stunned by this turn of events.

She widened her eyes and looked at the little boy in surprise; how could there be such a child who doesn't know what to do or what to do!

The friend knew her temper well, and was afraid that she would push the child to the ground to eat the cake in the next second; so he quickly pulled her up and left.

After walking two steps, the young lady who was still brooding turned around and glared at the little boy angrily, which made him cry even louder.