The mother didn't want to say that the Lord was made by her stepfather. She was afraid that she would create another deep hatred between her daughter and her stepfather, so she took the responsibility herself.

Seeing his mother's habitual look, "You still think I'm not difficult enough, and you still have to make things difficult for me to die", He Xiaoman was silent...

At that time, she knew how to fight. She secretly stole the red wool sweater and dyed the wool black. She also knitted a black sweater for herself in the late night when it was quiet.

Black wool sweater, fake military trousers with wide legs, and a head of wild hair that used dozens of hairpins to be regular. Xiao Man walked into the alley and people whispered:

"What's wrong with the oil bottle? I've become a beauty overnight?"

However, my sister's red cardigan disappeared.

This has become a unsolved case at home, but the careful mother knows it all:

"Do you want a face?"

Xiao Man didn't say anything.

The mother raised her hand and slapped her daughter twice.

Xiao Man remembered the night when she was six years old. She soaked herself in cold water for three consecutive days. She was so cold that her whole body was stiff, but she always didn't have a fever.

People are cheap and hard!

Xiao Man had to pretend to be sick, and her mother came in panic. She stretched out her hand that seemed extremely soft at the moment, touched Xiao Man's forehead, and then touched herself, trembling all over:

No! Why is it so much colder than living people?!

She lifted the quilt and rubbed her soft hands gently on her daughter. This was not the hand that slapped her in the face, but the hand that stroked the strings, got into the quilt and hugged her daughter, and hugged her as tight as last time...

No, tighter...

The daughter was lying face toward the wall, and was held from behind by her mother who was half a head taller than her. She felt that she was being held smaller and smaller, so small that she could be reloaded into her mother's body, into her uterus, and returned to the furnace there...

When she came out again, she had the same status as her younger brothers and sisters...

However, from beginning to end, my mother said nothing.

Xiao Man knew that she couldn't go back.

This day was another beginning of He Xiaolan's life. She was looking for a way out of her family, so she worked hard to get into the art troupe...

A reasonable and creepy story.

The room fell into silence, the cigarette butts in the ashtray piled higher and higher, and the thicker smoke penetrated into Qinling's eyes, and the corners of his eyes were red...

"It's really a horse..."

Political Commissar Ning cursed halfway, caught it again, and said:

"Kuiyong, these two rows of bungalows in the yard are reserved for cadres who take care of their families. Although you didn't take care of your family, the level is enough... But it's not appropriate for He Xiaoman to live with you. No matter what, she is also a big girl..."

Qinling wiped the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief and said with a smile:

"Let He Xiaoman live with me. If Section Chief Li is worried, he can live next door to me. Anyway, the house is empty, is it a political commissar?"

Political Commissar Ning looked at her with a smile:

"Qinling, don't you live in the female teacher's dormitory? Why, do you have family members too?"

Qinling smiled playfully:

"Political Commissar, I'm twenty years old, so why don't you find a family in the middle school?"

Political Commissar Ning smiled and said:

"Okay, then you have to hurry up... Kui Yong, then arrange it according to Qinling's method. This way, He Xiaoman will not be embarrassed to live in. Just don't just keep an escort!"

Li Kuiyong Khan:

"Political Commissar, that's my sister!"

The old man laughed and Qinling made a sore blow:
Chapter completed!