Sadness begins with your name

Chapter 2 Hello, My Name Is Bosha
I never tire of telling people about my 14 years.

Ning Qinglan often said to others, my family Bosha is a late bloomer, my family Bosha is still a little confused who doesn't understand anything, my family Bosha is as clean and pure as a white lotus in clear water, and it is not stained by mud.

The "silt" in my mother Ning Qinglan's mouth refers to Bo Yuntian - my father, a 39-year-old bureau-level cadre, a useless man that Ning Qinglan looks down on in his heart.

She said that on the day she decided to marry Bo Yuntian 15 years ago, she must have been blinded by an eagle.

Ning Qinglan is a writer, but it is said that she was a model when she was young.However, Ning Qinglan's name is not a household name in M ​​City, a small border town that is neither big nor small. To her, the name of a vice chairman of the City Writers Association is not as meaningful as the director of the community neighborhood committee.At least when buying Chinese cabbage in the vegetable market, no one would give her a discount of [-] cents because of her beauty and good novel writing.

Before I was 13, I adored my mother.Because she is beautiful, because she can write poems, draw pictures, and sing beautifully.Moreover, under her guidance, I can get full marks in my composition every time.

On the day I turned 14, the little boy next door, Charles, taught me how to climb trees.I climbed up the courtyard wall that separated the two courtyards, and tried my best to pick the apricot blossom sticking out of the wall.

My deskmate, Xiao Nuan, was pretending to be studying under the apricot tree with her colorful braids.Obviously the book in his hand was turned upside down, and he just kept muttering: the garden is full of spring scenery, and a branch of red apricot came out of the wall.

At this time, I heard a hog-like howling coming from the yard of my house to the west.A shirtless man ran out of my house in a panic with a shirt in one hand and trousers in the other. A man in a gray vest and shorts chased after him with a kitchen knife, shouting and cursing.

"I cut you off--"

"Bo Yuntian, stop!" Ning Qinglan chased after him with disheveled hair, pointed at my father, Bo Yuntian, who was chasing after him with a knife, and began to curse.

She was barefoot, and under a silk nightdress with suspenders and white flowers on a red background, her graceful bumpy body looked like a snake in rut in spring.Bo Yuntian threw the kitchen knife in shame and indignation, the sound of "Yanglanglang" bounced from the ground to my ears, and my eardrum seemed to be bitten by something suddenly.

A gnat from the apricot tree crawled into my ear, and I felt very painful. I yelled and fell down from the wall.Ciel, who was squatting on the tree branch, exclaimed my name, and Xiao Nuan was still reciting her book: A branch of red apricot came out of the wall, a branch of red apricot came out of the wall...

I kept my eyes open during the fall from the wall, watching a tree of apricot blossoms being knocked down by me and falling like rain. I was still tightly holding a freshly broken apricot branch in my hand.

Ning Qinglan's red apricot came out of the wall, which completely collapsed her beautiful image in my mind.

A young girl who suddenly lost her role model and faith, has since embarked on a rebellious, frivolous and neurotic path.

And youth, as promised.

In 1997, My Youth had a grand opening with Hong Kong.In the war of time, I thought I grew up overnight.But after meeting that man named Lin Yuehe, I was slammed into the waist by the great love of mankind. As a result, my waist was not hurt, but my heart was broken.

(End of this chapter)