Fairy Cries Only At Night

It was autumn frost, and the weather was gloomy. It was a prelude to a heavy rainstorm brewing little by little.

I didn't make up classes today, and I didn't play with Wang Mei. I ran home in a hurry.

Just when I first ran to the door, the door was not closed tightly. I was very surprised if my father forgot to close the door when he came home.

Close the door, I changed the pink shoes on my feet, but I saw a pair of men's sneakers next to me.

Dad always wears leather shoes and never wears sports shoes. How can there be sports shoes?

I was even more strange, but I didn't have time to think about it. My mother's cry came from the bedroom.

Like happiness and pain, it gradually gets bigger.

I've never heard my mother call like this. I thought my mother was ill.

He ran quickly, but was stunned when he saw the scene in the bedroom.

In bed, my mother rode on a man with nothing on, and the man moved naked without anything on.

And my mother cried happily and painfully.

I've never seen this picture before. It's like being shocked. I'm stunned on the spot, "Mom..."

Maybe it was something strange in the air, or maybe they heard my cry. They looked at me. Their mother screamed out and quickly took the quilt and covered them.

With a red face like a fever, he looked at me. "Qingqing, go and do your homework. Mom will have something to tell you later."

I don't know how I walked back to my room. All I know is that I didn't write a word when my mother came in.

My mother was still as gentle as before. She asked me if I could do my homework and what the teacher said. Can I understand it.

I Muna's back. At the same time, I said something I didn't even think of myself, "Mom, I just came back."

My mother was stunned. After a while, she gently hugged me and said gentle words like before, "Qingqing is my mother's little cotton padded jacket."

Children's hearts are the most sensitive, not to mention what I experienced is different from others, so I don't know why I said that at that time.

But I know that I do not want to turn my happiness into foam.

But ah, paper can't stop fire. Even if I try hard to stop and recover, I can't resist the devastation of fate.

My father found out about my mother stealing a man.

It was snowy winter when I was ten years old, and it was only two months since last time.

I was doing my homework in my room. There was a quarrel between my parents in the living room.

I hurried out and saw my father throwing a chair at my mother.

"Dad, don't hit mom!"

I was scared and ran over. The chair fell on my body, and I immediately knelt on the ground.

"Old Su, what are you doing? If you have the ability, you come to me and beat the child!"

Mother hurried to protect me in her arms.

I saw the ferocious anger on my father's simple and honest face, pulled me out of my mother's arms, pointed to me and asked fiercely, "do you know, too?"

I'm used to my father's simple and honest smile. Now I'm frightened by the ferocity on my father's face. I can't say anything with my mouth open.

But a fierce ear scraper fell, but it woke me up. "Say, did you know this stink * put a green hat on me! Ah! Say!"

There was a salty taste in my mouth. I looked at my father in horror, but I couldn't say anything.

My mother hurried to protect me, but my father kicked my mother away and slapped me again.