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Chapter 1141
"Students, the topic of this composition is home. Write about your thoughts on home. The teacher wants to know what home looks like in the hearts of the students..."

This is what a teacher said in class deep in my memory.

She always remembers it very deeply.

What does home look like?

Seeing the title of this composition, she hesitated and hesitated.

She asked her deskmate that day, but the answer she got made her even more confused.

Their families are very, very happy, their parents are loving, and they love her very much.

The deskmate said proudly that one day she accidentally cut her hand with a knife, and his father was worried, and he had to be very careful with bandages and going to the hospital.

"Hey, is your father like this too?" This was a question from the deskmate, and the smile on her face was very happy.

She opened her mouth to be right, but she couldn't lie.

At last she was silent and said nothing.

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From that day on, she understood very clearly that her home was not the same as other people's homes.

There will never be a shortage of cheerful laughter and loving parents in other people's homes.

And in her family, there is only the father who loves to drink and beat others.

Her mother is also very gentle, but those gentle eyes are always crying.

Whenever she heard the sound of the key, her mother would push her into the room.

"Hey, go and do your homework for a while."

Mother smiled and said, but her fingers were trembling slightly.

The door was locked, and she was in the room listening to the swearing outside.

That's when the father scolded the mother again with a slurred speech.

Then there was a loud noise, the table fell to the ground, and the bowl on it was broken.

The father started beating the mother, but she didn't hear her mother's voice.

She knew it was her mother gritting her teeth and enduring it.

And she was locked in the room, also covering her mouth and crying.

When encountering this situation at the very beginning, she would knock on the door desperately and cry desperately.

I begged my father through the door to stop beating.

But in the end, her father broke into the room rudely and beat her up too.

When her mother saw her being beaten, she rushed over frantically, and in the end she was beaten even worse.

After he was tired from beating, his father went out. He left cursing and took the money to go out for dinner.

And the mother rummaged around in the room, and found the poor medicine that was little.

She gave her medicine while crying.

"Mom, your wound is bleeding." She cried and pointed to the somewhat hideous wound on her mother's body.

It was cut by the sharp weapon that my father picked up casually, and it was bleeding gurglingly, which looked particularly terrifying.

"you shut up!"

It was the first time her mother yelled at her. She stopped and stared at her with red eyes.

"Didn't I tell you to do your homework well? Just do your homework well, what are you doing here!"

"Ke Ke is hitting you." She cried.

Mother froze for a moment, then cried even more fiercely.

"Then you can't come out!"

Do your homework well, don't come out, let alone make any noise!
These few words, her mother whispered in her ear almost every day, became more severe each time.

Every time she could only cry and nod desperately with red eyes.

At this time, a little smile appeared on my mother's face.

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When she was eight, her mother seemed to be unable to stand the family anymore.

She filed for divorce from her biological father.

Her father firmly disagreed, but she persisted.

She collected a lot of evidence, and finally relied on legal procedures to force a divorce and won her custody.

"Don't be afraid, we leave here, and no one will bully us after we leave."

That day, my mother said to her very gently, and then took her hand, and the other hand was carrying the suitcase.

They left the place that made her feel like a nightmare that day without looking back.

They went to other cities.

Life is not going well.

My mother is busy with two or three jobs, earning her tuition fees, and at the same time earning the living expenses of the family.

She is busy with only seven hours of sleep every day.

In the rest of the time, even meals are eaten while working.

She is not willing to buy anything for herself, but she doesn't hesitate when facing her tuition fees.

Occasionally, I would grit my teeth and buy some meat to supplement her nutrition.

During that time, my mother was extremely skinny.

An invisible stone weighed on her heart, and she clearly knew that she owed her mother too much, so she had to work hard so that she could repay her mother in the future.

So even if something happened, she dared not tell her mother.

Whenever she was bullied at school, she was always silent.

My mother asked her how she was doing at school, she smiled and said that the school is very good, the classmates are very friendly, and she has made several friends.

Mother believed it.

Later, my mother met a man, and my mother fell in love with him.

That night, her mother anxiously asked her if she wanted a stepfather in the future.

Although she was only nine years old, she knew very clearly what her mother wanted to do.

The word stepfather scared her.

But that day she still nodded firmly with a smile.

"I want a father."

She owed so much to her mother, so how could she stop her from finding her own happiness?

Fortunately, that man really loves his mother and treats her really well.

That's like a real father, giving her father's love.

It's just that her sister doesn't like her.

This is normal for her.

After all, she is an outsider, an outsider who broke into her territory.

In her heart, she was the one who robbed her father.

The mother said let her get along with her sister well.

The mother said that my sister was just a bit short-tempered, but she was still very good-natured.

She just didn't receive much care since she was a child, and she longed for love, so she did these actions.

He obeyed his mother's words and approached his elder sister very seriously, but her elder sister's hostility was too great, and every time it just backfired.

Her new family is fine.

She finally saw a happy smile on her mother's face, and her stepfather was also the most perfect appearance in his mind.

My sister is also very good, although my sister has always disliked her, but she still really likes this sister

She thought everything was settled like this.

However, the stepfather died.

To my mother, this news was like the sky above her head had collapsed.

That night, my mother held her and cried all night. She, who knew nothing, held back her tears and organized her stepfather's funeral.

After the funeral, she will face those who want shares in the company.

She had no time to rest.

"Hanhan, Ranran may not be in a good mood these days. If she gets angry or something, let's bear with it, okay?" This is what her mother said to her.

She nodded seriously.

She was ready to face her sister's wrath.

My sister always believed that their stepfather's death was related to them, and every time she looked at them, her eyes were full of hatred.

My sister hated them to the core.

But the death of her stepfather had nothing to do with them. She wanted to explain, but her sister wouldn't listen, and she didn't know how to prove their innocence to her sister.

I thought my sister would hate them all her life.

However, within a few days my sister changed.

Probably the death of her stepfather left a heavy blow on her soul.

She put away all her temper, didn't like to talk, and did everything alone.

But this kind of elder sister appeared once or twice when her heart was full of despair.

A little bit gave her infinite courage.

She has always longed for a brother or sister who can show up when she is most desperate and take her away from that place.

In that dirty toilet, in that dilapidated alley, my sister appeared...

　In fact, I really like the heroine who is not crooked, hehe O(∩_∩)O
　　As for why I didn't see the male protagonist...

　　The heroine's light appeared, and the trajectory changed. There is no need for the person who warmed her once, but then hesitated and hurt her again and again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)